Don’t judge a book by its cover

When we pulled into Antoin’s two nights ago the three of us were hardly impressed. The main building was closed down and the building for the rooms was not in much better shape.

    The owner showed up and asked what we needed. Our first impression of him was also a little stand-off-ish. He gave us the cash price of $80 for a room with two double beds but said he needed to clean it for us. No problem we needed to go feed our hiker hunger and the time gave us a chance to check out other accommodation choices. 

Over dinner at a new establishment in town that seemed to be the place to eat. It was packed, Bruce extinguished all his choices for getting a free room with his points. So the three of us had no choice but to go back to the little shanty of a motel. To our surprise the place was cute and tidy. It is in the process of being remodeled the best an old building can be without completely gutting it. After spending two nights, the three of us all realized we had two really good nights sleep. It was quite, comfy and cozy, with no frills and a good price considering we split the rate. The owner also turned out to be very nice and accommodating. The grounds have been in is family for 20 years.  So remember to never judge a book by its cover. 

I hit the trail early. Hubby Bear had me back in the woods tear-free by 6:45am. He went back to shuttle Kilroy to his starting point as well. No warm up hike today. It started straight up. New York really likes to make rock steps for their steep climbs. After which brought me to a place known as the Lemon Squeezer. 

   
   It is a very narrow corridor of rock. It was also an incline so not only did I have to squeeze through the space I also had to climb upwards. It was really fun.  

   
 Most of the woods were really expanse, tall and open today. I felt so small and insignificant. It was really a nice change of pace to have so much room around me and not feel closed in like it has been for the last few hundred miles. 

Saw several deer today, five to be exact. I startled the first one early in the morning. The next two I quietly crept upon them and they were not to bothered by my presence as I passed. She was a beautiful doe with her lamb. 

  The other two startled the poo out of me as the first almost ran me over. I heard it coming hard and fast through the forest so I stopped. It ran across the trail in front of me about 15 yards. As I tried to follow where she went I heard crashing on my left and here comes another one in hot pursuit of the first. I thought for sure it was going to take me out but he slammed on his breaks and came to an abrupt stop and stared at me about 20 feet away. I asked him if he wanted to go by and he flew in the opposite direction and circled around after his friend. That was exhilarating to say the least. 
  This is just one of the reasons camping and staying in shelters is no longer fun for me. Although this looks cute and has history it would not be a great place to spend the night unless one was caught in a storm. The insides were all falling apart and I am sure mouse infested at sundown if not earlier. No real tent space here due to the rocky terrain and an unreliable water source too far from the trail. 
   
  Today I had some fantastic views. It was nice and sunny and could see forever. At one spot I was told if you looked hard enough you could see NY City. I guess I didn’t look hard enough. But that’s fine, I am probably the only person in the whole world who has no desire to see NY City. 

My departure from the woods today was timed perfectly with Bruce’s arrival. It could not have been coreographed any better by a pro. I was about 50 feet from the road and he was just driving by. He pulled over and I hopped in with one smooth move and we were off. I wish to a hotel but that’s not the case tonight. He has to exchange the rental. I never can remember the details, he is the logistics guy. I just do what he makes work. So off to Boston we are. Yup, that’s right, Boston. But only for a quick turn around. Hopefully for a van we can sleep in with our camping gear. Not as good as a Sheraton Hotel but still better then the woods. People would not believe the crazy things we have done to make this trip work. Those details will be in my book one day. 

Until then,

Happy Hiking

Emily M. Leonard

About Emily M. Leonard

I am a 50 year old Maine native and lover of the outdoors. Former Physical Education teacher and soccer coach. I am Married to the best husband ever and gave up teaching and coaching to raise our two wonderful sons. I have always enjoyed being outside and on the go.