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G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 2:25 PM

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September 21, 1983, 43 years ago today: After the P.O., I stopped at the Stratton Diner for what could very well be my final two cheeseburgers on the Appalachian Trail, some french fries, a coke, and some ice cream.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a hazy white sky we are standing on a lookout from which we can see across the tops of a forest of very weather-battered trees and shrubs to the rugged wooded flanks of a very lofty mountain range. The slopes of this range are predominantly covered in a dusky forest of spruce and fir with a generous scattering of hardwoods beginning to turn bright green and yellow with the season. The range is capped with two roughly conical peaks connected by a gently rounded saddle.
@primetimehiker.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 10:31 AM

Hen of the woods found in Southern Vermont along the AT. I've never tried it! I'm too far from home to harvest. It looks to be in it's prime.
#mushroommonday
#mycology
#hiking
#backpacking
#appalachiantrail

@primetimehiker.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 9:14 PM

Hiking in Southern Vermont experience a touch of autumn. There are so many beaver pond and swamp areas creating vibrant ecosystems. #hiking #backpacking #appalachiantrail #vermont #autumn

G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 3:46 PM

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September 20, 1983, 43 years ago today: I crossed the South Branch of the Carrabassett River at another wide, shallow ford amid a lush forest filled with dense undergrowth and began the ascent of the Crockers.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a hazy white sky we are climbing a mountainside that slopes up from left to right, crossing a lookout from which we can see across the tops of some very weather-battered trees and shrubs to the rugged wooded flanks of a very lofty mountain range. The upper slopes of this range are predominantly covered in a dusky forest of spruce and fir. Below that, the forest is mostly hardwoods. These trees are beginning to turn yellow and bright green at the lower elevations, increasing with altitude until those on the middle slopes just below the evergreen forest have virtually all turned.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 2:53 PM

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September 20, 1983: I really wanted to hike the thirteen tough miles over four major summits today and make it to the Post Office in Stratton before it closed this evening.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a hazy white sky we are climbing a mountainside that slopes up from left to right, crossing a lookout from which we can see across the tops of some very weather-battered trees and shrubs to the rugged wooded flanks of a very lofty mountain range. The upper slopes of this range are predominantly covered in a dusky forest of spruce and fir. Below that, the forest is mostly hardwoods. These trees are beginning to turn yellow and bright green at the lower elevations, increasing with altitude until those on the middle slopes just below the evergreen forest have virtually all turned.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 1:37 PM

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September 19, 1983, 43 years ago today: The grades moderated along the crest. Most of the final mile to the summit was a series of gradually-ascending terraces. Dark, soggy tundra was interspersed with ledges of naked rock dabbed with lichen.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

The entire scene is submerged in a wind-blasted cloud. A weird dim luminescence without real highlight or shadow creates strange colors never seen before. The rushing vapors blur everything around us. We are walking up an alpine ridge crest covered with ground-hugging plants in shades of green and maroon. There are scattered light gray boulders and rock outcrops covered with light green lichen. The trail up is sandy in places. The gently uphill-sloping portion of the ridgeline we are on has scattered stunted spruce 2 or 3 feet in height. Ahead the slope gets a bit steeper and the stunted spruce covers most of that crest, which gradually disappears into that cloud as we look upward.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 1:03 PM

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September 19, 1983, 43 years ago today: A thin, halfhearted drizzle began to fall. The first couple of miles of trail consisted of short, steep climbs connecting long, broad plateaus.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

The entire scene is submerged in a wind-blasted cloud. A weird dim luminescence without real highlight or shadow creates strange, eerie colors. The rushing vapors blur everything around us. We are standing next to a copse of weather-battered scrub spruce shivering in the gale. We are looking at a ridge covered with scrubby spruce, gray lichen-covered boulders and rocks, grassy looking plants and a few shrubs.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 3:08 PM

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September 18, 1983, 43 years ago today: The Appalachian Trail continued northeastward, crossing a bunch of small knobs along a low ridge and skirting a few sphagnum bogs resembling lonely moors.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a deep blue sky with a few puffy clouds we are standing along the boulder-strewn shoreline of a mountain pond. A fresh breeze is chopping the waters, which are an even deeper blue. The pond is encircled by a forest of spruce and fir. A stretch along the far shore is marshy, with tall water grasses and the husks of dead trees, stripped of bark and left to bleach in the sun and rain.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 2:21 PM

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September 18, 1983, 43 years ago today: The thirteen miles of Appalachian Trail between Routes 17 and 4 wound through a landscape of bogs, lakes and low ridges.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a hazy white sky we are crossing a wide stream on a shallow, rocky ford amid a forest of mostly immature hardwoods in a marshy area, with one tall white birch on the bank to our right and a tall maple with dazzling red orange leaves to our left. The other hardwoods have yet to turn. An older forest of mostly evergreens is just upstream of us.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 3:28 PM

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September 17, 1983, 43 years ago today: I crossed Bemis Stream on the floor of its narrow valley on a wooden footbridge (an unusually effete touch for Maine) and commenced the final mile of ascent to Maine Highway 17.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a hazy white sky, we are standing on a mountain lookout beside a large tree. We are looking out across wooded foothills to a distant valley filled with fog and mist. Beyond that are ethereal glimpses of distant mountains through the haze.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 2:49 PM

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September 17, 1983, 43 years ago today: The trail over the long series of knobs which constituted the Bemis Range was slippery and hazardous from the rain, though not as bad as most of the trail I have walked in Maine.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

A rainy gray day with wisps of fog everywhere, objects look dark and increasingly indistinct with distance. A mountainside slopes upward before us, covered with scrub spruce and fir, patches of maroon and golden brown ground cover and large gray rock ledges.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 2:42 AM

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September 16, 1983, 43 years ago today: The bottom half of the trail up Old Blue Mountain was an instant replay of the ascent of Moody.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

A hazy and overcast day. Standing atop the mostly open summit of a mountain, looking across a forest of dwarf spruce and fir broken by rocks and small patches of scrubby alpine vegetation. Somewhat blue-tinted indistinct in the haze, lines of wooded mountain ranges cascade to the horizon.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 2:09 AM

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September 16, 1983, 43 years ago today: The descent into Sawyer Notch from Hall Mountain was long and steep, threading along a crumbling footway. The trail crossed a gravel lumber road and Sawyer Brook in that narrow, wooded valley.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

Hauling a backpack up an almost impossibly steep trail climbing some gray rock cliffs high up a mountainside. A few spruce trees are clinging to the cliffs, and some leafy shrubs or saplings, several beginning to turn orange and gold. A wide stream winds through a very narrow notch hundreds of feet below. The very steep wooded slopes of another mountain rise from the other side of the stream. The sky is hazy and whitewashed.
@hittinthetrail.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 9:01 PM

4 Great Hiking Trails in the Appalachians
#appalachiantrail #hiking #backpacker #camping
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G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 1:14 PM

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September 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: When I finally attained that summit, I checked my watch and discovered that it was almost 9:00. I had consumed two hours in hiking two-and-a-half miles.

#hiking #backpacking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a bright, almost cloudless light blue sky we are looking out at a scene bathed in bright sunshine. We are standing atop a lofty mountain covered with light gray rock outcrops and boulders, stunted spruce and fir and a leafy alpine plant that has turned red with the autumn. The rocks are covered with pale green and darker green lichen. The crest descends to a low sag also covered with rock outcrops and alpine vegetation, then climbs to another peak of our mountain. That peak is more wooded, although there are open areas along the top and sides. The rest of the mountainsides are heavily wooded. There is another lofty mountain beyond this peak to the right. Its face is also heavily wooded but has extensive open rock cliffs. Other ranges cascade towards the horizon.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 12:19 PM

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September 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: Last night was a memorably cold one, easily topping two very frosty nights I remember from Georgia. Some mornings are so icy you hate to leave your sleeping bag.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a soft blue early morning sky, we are standing on a lofty mountain, close to the bottom of a deep sag between two lofty peaks of a mountain. We are looking back towards the peak from which we have just descended. The sag is a landscape of naked gray granite terraces interspersed with low alpine vegetation and dwarf spruce and fir. The mountain's flanks are wooded. The vast majority of the crest along the two peaks and in the sag is naked gray granite or low alpine vegetation. Towards the bottom of the other peak is a Forest of weather-beaten spruce and fir around the height of a man, the spot where we took the previous picture.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 2:20 PM

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September 14, 1983, 43 years ago today: Last night was wintry, topping even Monday night for cold. Today was a perfect backpacking day: about fifty degrees and sunny, with another invigorating breeze.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

The top portion of the sky is clear and blue with some streaky clouds. The bottom has high haze with a few smaller low level clouds beneath. We are high atop a mountain looking down at a rock outcrop below us surrounded by a spruce fir forest. The forested slopes slant down towards another rock outcrop and then a narrow valley far below. On the other side of that valley stands another mountain a bit lower than this one. Its slopes are also heavily wooded, but there is much exposed granite on and around its summit. Beyond that more mountain ranges cascade to the horizon.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 1:26 PM

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September 14, 1983, 43 years ago today: A note at Speck Pond Shelter informed me that Frye Notch Shelter, which I had been hoping to reach tonight, was still under construction and presently lacked a roof. I was not going to make it there, anyway.

#hiking #backpacking #AppalachianTrail

Beneath a clear blue sky with a few streaks of cloud we are standing atop a mountain peak, looking across a deep sag in the ridge to an even loftier mountain with wooded flanks and a long ridge crest connecting two summits. The lower and closer of the summits has an extensive alpine area climbing up to it, with naked gray rock and scrubby green vegetation.
G@gsteffanos.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 3:21 PM

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September 13, 1983, 43 years ago today: The Appalachian Trail descended alongside Moss Pond's outlet brook to Gentian Pond. A trail shelter was perched atop a small ridge flanked by the pond on one side and another great view to the south on the other.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail

A whitewashed evening sky with banks of clouds along the far horizon. Walking an alpine ridge crest along naked gray fractured granite surrounded by leafy ground cover starting to turn gold. Ahead the crest descends to and climbs over a wooded section with 3 large patches of open green alpine scrub, Next is a deep gap and then the crest arcs right as it ascends again over a series of lofty peaks and knobs. There are glimpses of more distant mountain ranges to the right and left.
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