We have stopped in town for the last time in Maine! By this time next week we will be in New Hampshire. I am already feeling nostalgic about leaving Maine- we've had a blast these last several miles ( with the exception of yesterday when the trail down Moody Mountain was talking smack - it was rerouted and what we were hiking on, straight down, could hardly be called a trail- more like a slip n slide of dirt including some giant rock faces and downed trees, one branch of which I almost impaled my eye on because I was too busy looking at my feet, and the deer flies we call HO's for Head Orbiters were especially tenacious and did laps buzzing around my head for hours and hours but anyway ).

In case anyone is interested, I weighed myself today at the hostel after lunch which consisted of a ten inch pizza and a container of ben and jerrys cherry Garcia and a soda. I had lost five pounds. I don't know how much the food weighed but I'm guessing at least three pounds. It seems like on the trail I am always hungry, and the more I eat, the skinnier I get! And you should see my arm and leg muscles. I feel like a machine.