The following is an excerpt straight from my journal as Shaaades and I, two run weary North Bounders, trudge through the final Hundred Mile section of the Appalachian Trail before the northern terminus: Mount Katahdin. Follow our hilarious and emotional 6-day trek as we come to grips that our six month journey is finally coming to a close.
Night Three, September 7, 2:30pm
NOPE. WE’RE DONE. THAT’S IT. SCREW TODAY. 10 miles is enough.
We got to the shelter and that was it. Seriously. I think the wilderness really does want me dead. Today has just….oh my god.
This morning I wearily tried to convince myself I am not miserable.
I mean, Shaaades woke up in a puddle.
See I’m not kidding, like a LITERAL puddle.
So I thought “ok, I’m still dry…ish, not as wet as Shaaades, i can do this!” Then I started hiking. And it wasn’t really raining, right? But the trail was freaking water.
I wish I had a photo but it basically looked like a water source. Like water was falling off of rocks. There were unavoidable puddles. Within 2 miles I said out loud “ALRIGHT FINE, Trail! Fucking FINE. MY FEET ARE SOAKED. ARE YOU HAPPY”
When I got to Chairback mountain it was just clouds, thick clouds, and of course it started raining when I hit the descent. And the descent. Oh my god, it’s like there was a freaking rock slide and the MATC looked at it and shrugged its shoulders and said “eh alright, this will do.” The trail was almost impossible to follow. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Eventually, after 4.5 miles of trudging and squeaking and getting unavoidably soaked, I got to the river you have to ford and I didn’t even bother taking my shoes off. I just walked right through it and continued to soak my already drenched feet.
By this point I was done.
The amount of pine needles that stuck to me were enough to make me want to have a fucking conniption.
So when I finally rolled into the shelter and saw Shaaades hanging out (literally, like all of his stuff was hung on the shelter) all we could do was start laughing.
“I fucking LOVE HIKING DONT YOU LIL WAYNE AH THIS IS SO GREAT” and we just continued on shouting. He then separated his stuff into “fucked shit” and “not fucked shit” – but mostly everything was fucked.
Today was just bogus, so we’re going to hang out because WHATEVER. we have time and you know what?
That’s totally fine.
Fly on,
Lil Soggy Wayne
Therese Marie 
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