I've made it to Dalton, MA, which is about 30 miles short of the Vermont border. I'm hoping that not walking today will mean that I'll really, really walk tomorrow and get into Vermont by the time I call it quits tomorrow evening.

I've been riding a bike all around town, so doing laundry and getting food has been a breeze. Sadly, though, I've got 3 days of food in my foodbag... and nine miles to go before I pick up 4 more days of food. So I may be hauling over 20lbs of food up Mount Greylock (the first real mountain since southern Virginia!), but that just means I'll be eating a whole lot more than normal. You'll hear no complaints from me on that score.

I've caught yet another group of friends in Dalton, most of whom have started to slow down to savor their time on the trail. I'm still of the finish-as-soon-as-possible mindset, especially because Mr. Burns and I seem to be firming up plans to finish the rest of the trail from Bear Mountain Bridge to Katahdin in the coming years. I'll take my time then!

The library here is closing now and I have to get back to the house I'm staying at because we're heading to an AYCE buffet soon and I'm not one to turn down that sweet, sweet acronym.