Monday I drove out to meet Ichabod as he passed through Massachusetts on his way to Vermont. We arranged to meet about 10 am , which around here means 10 am. My guys are always on time.
Jeffrey had spent the night on the slopes of Mount Greylock. So after locating the trail head I backed down the street shut off the engine, and at 10 am—
Nice.
We headed off to breakfast and got caught up on the latest news and trail happenings. I had hiked a portion of the trail in the 70’s with my oldest brother Matt. We had a strange , ok scary night, sharing a shelter with a Charles Manson type fellow. This guy had no gear , just a jar of peanut butter, and a Bible. He was Manson’s doppelganger.
Matt slept with a knife in his bag, and the gorp too. Matt eventually fell asleep and the ants found the gorp, the melted gorp, between his legs. The hike basically went downhill after that, not literally. I was sleeping on the picnic table to give myself a chance if any mayhem occurred. “Why are you sleeping out there Mike?” ” Mice, Matt, they really creep me out”
We were not murdered in our sleep.
Jeff had a fun ‘Manson’ night on Greylock. His Manson guy was fleeing some “trouble” in Maine. No gear, and showed Jeffrey how he cooked . He wraps toilet paper soaked in alcohol around his finger, sets it on fire, and warms his food. I almost spit up my French toast laughing. It was that laugh when your kid describes jumping off the cliff into the water and missing the giant rock by inches. It’s part funny bone and terror/relief bone.
North Adams is the home of MASS MoCA
We enjoyed the exhibition and had lunch as they have a terrific cafe too.


I had spotted another venue on my way into Town, a small State Park with a natural bridge. It was a white marble quarry. It has the only white marble dam in the US. I will also detour for a giant ball of string.


Then it was off to Stop & Shop for resupply. I had brought along a full bag of goodies but we still spent about 70 bucks on “new” food. He bought a book too. Doozie had made him granola. In the store I got a chance to meet two other hikers, Crusher and Jibbitz. Jeffrey has been hiking with these two lately. It was fun to meet them. Wendy Kennedy’s ( a dear friend) cousin is married to Jibbitz. Yes, the World can be small. Crusher is from Montreal.
Jeffrey got all his supplies sorted and sent me home with the stuff he no longer required. Our next meeting will be near Hanover, NH.
Time to hit the trail. He was really jazzed as the through hikers love to cross State lines. He will after 4 miles or so enter Vermont.


It was back on the Mohawk Trail (route 2) for me, but I paused for two more pictures at the top of the valley.
I dropped him just beyond that cleft, due west of the Town Center.

This next pic is his general direction, North to Rutland, Vermont.

Mike