Yeah, so I got back a couple days ago from hiking the Long Trail, a 275 mile hiking route from the border of Massachusetts, through all of Vermont, to the Canadian border. I am 20 years old and the fine people of Vermont served me alcohol many times, I got dozens of rides hitch-hiking, and got a bit of free bud and free drinks as well. We like to call this phenomenon "trail magic". Vermont rules. Here are some pictures from my journey, and I will explain them.
Here is a very common sight in the first portion: Beaver Ponds!
A bridge early on in the hike. We camped near bridges often because obviously they are near water.
A random view early on.
A picture of the actual trail early on.
Here is what a typical camp of ours looked like.
The first major pond, Stratton Pond. Beautiful swimming opportunities and we met an AT through-hiker here who was doing the entire trail barefoot. What a nut.
Here is the first rain of any type we got, almost a week into our hike. It is a view of the town of Manchester.
The first hitch is always fun. Here we are going to Manchester on the back of a truck.
Best night on the trail right here, staying at a ski warming hut on the summit of Bromley. This place may as well have been dropped from the heavens because it was windy, rainy, and cold on top of Bromley. Having beer and wine and a couple great companions made it a wonderful time.
Trail so boggy that boards needed to be put down.
The first really open summit was Baker Peak. Here is the magnificent view from it.
Another knarly pond.
This was amazing. On the top of a forested peak we encountered these rock gardens. I wonder who creates these.
<3 Stinging Nettle
A heavenly swimming hole, Clarendon Gorge.
Here is a very common sight in the first portion: Beaver Ponds!
A bridge early on in the hike. We camped near bridges often because obviously they are near water.
A random view early on.
A picture of the actual trail early on.
Here is what a typical camp of ours looked like.
The first major pond, Stratton Pond. Beautiful swimming opportunities and we met an AT through-hiker here who was doing the entire trail barefoot. What a nut.
Here is the first rain of any type we got, almost a week into our hike. It is a view of the town of Manchester.
The first hitch is always fun. Here we are going to Manchester on the back of a truck.
Best night on the trail right here, staying at a ski warming hut on the summit of Bromley. This place may as well have been dropped from the heavens because it was windy, rainy, and cold on top of Bromley. Having beer and wine and a couple great companions made it a wonderful time.
Trail so boggy that boards needed to be put down.
The first really open summit was Baker Peak. Here is the magnificent view from it.
Another knarly pond.
This was amazing. On the top of a forested peak we encountered these rock gardens. I wonder who creates these.
<3 Stinging Nettle
A heavenly swimming hole, Clarendon Gorge.