Boy, there is nothing like a zero. I feasted, laundered, showed horrified onlookers my toe, and all around rested. I needed it. I booked my return flight for 10-3 to sort of “motivate” me going forward. I don’t have the German applying the spurs anymore. Hopefully that will do the trick. In the meantime, I have one last super hard mountain series before things flatten out a bit– the Bigalows. In order to further motivate my progress, I signed up for a seventeen mile reverse slack/pack for tomorrow. The hostel drives me seventeen miles forward without my pack and I hike back to Stratton over the entire Bigalow range. Wish me luck and happy trails.