AT Days 76-79: Making Miles to Monson

I’d just finished the toughest stretch of lower Maine when I climbed the 4000 foot Bigelow peaks.  The next key destination on my AT trek was Monson, Maine.  This tiny town serves as the hiker supply point for the “100 Mile Wilderness” that must be crossed to reach Mount Katahdin.  Here’s the daily summary:

Day 76 – Safford Notch Campsite to Pierce Pond Lean-to (22 miles)
Day 77 – Pierce Pond Lean-to to Bald Mountain Brook Lean-to (19 miles)
Day 78 – Bald Mountain Brook Lean-to to Monson, ME (19 miles)
Day 79 – Zero day at Shaw’s Hostel in Monson, ME (0 miles)

Moose, loons, and the feared goshawk

On Day 76 I knew I faced a bumpy morning climb on Little Bigelow, a rocky ridge north of the big peaks.  But after that the trail terrain looked much flatter.  After a few miles that morning I ran into fellow hammocker Straps, and we continued hiking together.  Around a bend I spotted a tall gangly brown animal maybe 100 feet up the trail.  A moose sighting!  Very satisfying moment for us, even though the camera-shy animal left the scene quickly.

This section of the AT features many pristine blue ponds and lakes.  And although loons were hard to spot on the vast waters, their calls could be heard loud and clear as I passed by.  That sound is pure Maine!

But the most widely-discussed animal amongst hikers that week was a goshawk nested very close to the AT near Pierce Pond Shelter.  I first learned about the dangers of this bird from what looked like a “Wanted” poster in the Stratton grocery store.  There were also warnings posted on trail:

On the Far Out app, hikers shared their stories of recent goshawk encounters: screeching frontal attacks, swoops from behind, even a clawing of someone’s head!  Since the bird’s nest was within the last mile of my Day 76 hike it was on my mind the whole day.  Ultimately, the bird stayed put as I passed, although I did hear hawk-like noises in the area.

Topping One Thousand

About nine miles into Day 76 I’d pass 1,000 miles hiked for this AT trek. In addition to conjuring up memories of many of the places I’d been it triggered the song “I’m Gonna Be” by The Proclaimers in my head.  You may not recognize that song by its title, but you’ve heard the chorus lyrics I’m sure:

But I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more 

Just to be the man who walked a thousand 

Miles to fall down at your door

Ahh – that was a great head music song to hike to all day long!

The names in Maine are mainly not so plain

Maine does things slightly differently than other nearby AT states – especially when it comes to naming stuff.

  • If you’re a regular blog reader maybe you noticed that through New Hampshire I often stayed in a “shelter” but in Maine I stop at a “lean-to”.  Now these are the same thing, but to me the Maine name implies shabbiness.  When I hear “lean-to” I get this mental image of a flimsy Pisa-like wooden structure.  A shelter keeps you safe and warm from the elements, but doesn’t a lean-to tumble to the ground immediately in high winds?  And I also think it’s grammatically ugly to employ a term that ends in a preposition. Well, sort of.  (Haha!)
  • I would greatly enjoy my trip over Pleasant Pond Mountain on Day 77 but I couldn’t get over the odd naming.  The mountain is named after the pond? I’ve got to say I’ve never seen this.  It’s a complete reversal of the conventional “pond named after the mountain”.  Three nearby AT examples are Kinsman Pond, Garfield Pond, and Old Speck Pond, each sitting under its respective peak.
  • Whoever named Moxie Bald probably spent some time in the South.  “Bald” is a common peak moniker in North Carolina but not in the Northeast.  I hadn’t encountered a single mountain called a “Bald” until climbing this ledge-covered Maine peak on Day 78.
  • The third peak on Saddleback Ridge is called “Saddleback Junior”.  That’s a unique one.  I’ve run into a lot of mountains with “Little” in front of their names, but never a “Junior”.   I wondered on the way up if I’d run into rock stairways designed for kids, or smaller pine trees than the bigger mountains!
  • And finally, I just couldn’t pass up taking this side trail to the humorously named “Old Man’s Head” – after all, it was described as having an “excellent view”.

It’s a true rarity when a trail sign will actually share an opinion of the destination with a hiker.  After taking in the vista, which I’d describe as “very good plus” (quite close to “excellent”) I took advantage of a rare opportunity.  I took a pee on the Old Man’s Head.  How many people can say they’ve done that?

The waters of Maine take center stage

It was obvious from the start that water was going to play a big role on Day 77 of my hike.  I got about 500 feet from the campsite when I ran into this scene. (And yes, that is a white AT blaze on that tree on the far side of the river!):

What it boiled down to was that I was encountering my first river fording of my trip.  The typical way to cross rivers on the AT is by rock hopping, but in Maine there are rivers which you must wade through.  That involves taking off your boots and socks, putting on your water shoes or Crocs, and wading across.  You then reverse that process on the far bank after toweling off.  The water does usually feel refreshing, but the whole production usually takes 15 or 20 minutes.  This crossing was thigh-deep but fairly tame in current.

As I continued down the trail, there were numerous beautiful waterfalls like this one:

And next came a mandatory canoe ride to cross the Kennebec River, which is too deep and dangerous to ford safely.  Here’s the dedicated canoe pilot helping a hiker into his boat after I had completed my short ride:

So what better place to have lunch on that watery day than Pleasant Pond? And it’s sure nice to have your own dock to enjoy the view:

After a bit of a challenging climb over the open ledges of Pleasant Pond Mountain, I found myself in some high ceiling forests.  With the numerous large boulders and the very tall trees, at times I was feeling a bit Lilliputian:

Over one more wide open peak – and into the hamster wheel

I started Day 78 with a steep climb up the aforementioned Moxie Bald.  There were some incredibly interesting rock formations to walk through on the way to the summit:

As well as some really nice views of the Crockers and Bigelows that I’d climbed over three days ago:

But after that energizing start, Day 78 would turn out to be one of my least favorite AT days thus far.  A few miles further the trail would cross a couple of nearly waist-high mudholes (yuck!) that required fording, and brought me beside a swiftly moving river.

Sound lovely?  It really wasn’t – this particular branch of the Piscataqua River was filled with grey/black stones, making the water look black.  Reeds grew between the trail and the river, creating another barrier.  The AT would follow the left side of this river for nearly five miles, up and down ridges.  At most times I found myself walking at an angle against the slope.  At such a low elevation, the air was hot and the bugs were everywhere.  The trail always seemed to be circling to the left, giving an endless “hamster wheel” effect to that afternoon’s climb.  Those five miles felt more like twelve.

I was overjoyed to emerge from that trail section (after one more river fording) to a road that would bring me to Shaw’s Hostel in Monson – my home for the next two nights.

Shaw’s — a beehive of activity with a frat house vibe

I found Shaw’s to be efficiently run and incredibly active.  What’s not to like about a place like this?:

  • They’ll reserve you a room with just your trail name and a cell phone number
  • Each morning they offer a huge egg/bacon/homefries/pancakes breakfast served family style
  • Upon checking in, they’ll grab you a PBR out of the fridge as a greeting beverage! (After the hamster wheel I so needed it!)

The vibe at Shaw’s was a very cool “do your own thing” one.  Some hikers sat in groups sharing conversation, beer and food.  Others used some of the exercise equipment or cornhole boards in the yard.  Many others scurried here and there doing laundry or getting their showers.  There might have been twenty-five people staying at Shaw’s that night, but the constant flow of activity made it seem like more.  I did manage to sneak out early morning to get a rare picture of the premises when it was empty:

I’d use my zero day here to get some rest, replenish my supplies, drink a few beers, and enjoy town food like pot roast and beef brisket.  I’d also visit the ATC Visitor Center and get information on the 100 Mile Wilderness and the details of a Katahdin stay.  All of that was coming up quickly as I was fast approaching the northern end of the AT!










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Comments 3

  • tasmaine : Jul 18th

    I enjoyed your comments about naming conventions in Maine. I had many of the same thoughts when I first moved to the state, nearly 40 years ago. After that much time, though, they nearly seem normal now. HaHa!

    I hope you enjoy your trip to Katahdin. I will be interested to hear your thoughts on the black fly situation within BSP.

  • thetentman : Jul 18th

    Skip staying at Rainbow Stream shelter/lean-to and go another 2 miles to Rainbow Lake. A great campsite there and a view of big K. You can thank me later.

    Good luck!

  • Barry Allen : Jul 24th

    Enjoying your blog!, BTW 17 Bald Mountains in Maine


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