I usually skip breakfast, but today was different. After a restful night's sleep at the cozy Libby Hostel, we were eager to hit the trail again. We started our day with a hearty breakfast at the White Mountain Bookstore and Cafe, indulging in fresh coffee, hash brown patties, and a delicious breakfast burrito. It was a vegan feast, thanks to my travel companion, Always. We refueled and then headed to the town's amenities, including the ATM, post office, and a quick stop at Dunkin Donuts, which, unfortunately, didn't live up to the cafe's charm. We split up, agreeing to meet at the town park for the shuttle back to the trailhead.
While I was back at the hostel, I encountered a kind woman named Claudia, who offered me a ride to the trailhead. She had a rescue dog named Reverend Claudia, who was a $100,000 investment. Despite the initial awkwardness, we chatted about Claudia's trail angel ministry. As we waited for Always, I couldn't help but notice the dog's sad eyes and her gentle touch on my leg.
Finally, Always arrived, and we set off on the trail. The first few miles were a breeze, following the sparkling Nineteen Mile Brook. We stopped at a reservoir, where we shed our shoes, socks, and shirts before taking a refreshing dip in the cool water. The climb that followed was challenging, but the view from the top was breathtaking.
We reached Carter Notch Hut, the oldest and smallest of the huts, and I indulged in a hearty bean soup with fresh bread. The view from the top of North Carter Mountain was stunning, and I couldn't believe we had just come down that steep trail. The descent was a thrilling all-fours climb, with Always helping me navigate a tricky slab.
We arrived at Imp Shelter, where Always had claimed a spot, and I decided to cowboy camp on the platform next to him. We shared book recommendations with the caretaker, discussing everything from fiction to non-fiction. The night was clear, and I felt exposed without a tent, but the company of Always and the beautiful night sky made it perfect.
The next morning, I woke up early and made oatmeal at the cook area. Always, as usual, skipped breakfast. We parted ways, and I received a heartwarming text from Always a few days later, sharing photos of our adventures. I decided to take a zero day in Gorham, Maine, to address a crucial issue: my pack.
This journey taught me that sometimes, skipping breakfast is the right choice, and it's essential to listen to your body and make the most of every adventure.
