Ups and Downs - White Mountains National Forest

Water became scarce between Hanover and the Whites. Record temperatures continued to climb. I replaced my boots in Lincoln. Things were going well. The Trail was notably tougher and less maintained. I was dragging, feeling lethargic and not making so many miles. The Whites were partly familiar territory. I zeroed at Lonesome Lake. The Croo there was really great to me. I felt like I could sleep all day and did a pretty goood job of it. The next day I was meeting Lydia with eagar anticipation. She brought me a Trader Joe's resupply and carried it halfway up the mountain for me. For a few hours of the morning we hiked, snacked and got hit on together. Not long after she returned to the Flume for a drive back to the baby, I puked all over the trail. It was highly un-Leave-No-Trace-ish, but there wasn't much I could do about it, and 2-3 weeks of upset stomach from various and sometimes unknown causes finally departed. The skies were alternately overcast and clear day by day, but with no major storms I say I got fantastic weather for the duration, and with consistant sufficient calories further supplimented with Hut Food my energy returned in force and I was both enjoying and feeling strong for my 8-15 mile days thru this territory, highlighted by the scenery and appearance of trail friends not seen for sometime. We're now crossing southbounders in relatively large numbers, most of whom are highly annoying, arrogant and inconsiderate, but that's just a generalization. I've met a few real good ones as well. Zeroing yesterday at the trailside hostel near Gorham NH I accomplished most everything but this update: sleep, resupply, cleanings, repairs, and writings. I won't quite hit Maine today but I'm really really close at this point. There's a rendezvous to the coast I'll be making from Rangely sometime next week, so I'm signing off now to pack up and hit the Trail. Under 300 to Katahdin.