I’m saving the best for last, meaning I hike northbound and finish the last 100 miles in the 100-mile wilderness, at Mount Katahdin in Baxter State Park.

Maine is different from any other 13 states I have traveled to so far. The southern section was steep and challenging. There are more down trees and tree roots on the trail as obstacles that require full attention when hiking. Many river crossings are without any bridges. The forest is silent most of the time without the chorus of song birds. Although I miss the endless songs of the birds from other states, I saw a kingfisher, mergansers, and loons, my most favorite one, on the numerous ponds.  

There is something about loons’ calls that I love so much. They remind me of ancient time on the Earth, wakening the spirit of the Earth. They touch the primal part of my brain, bringing the feeling of nostalgia and aloneness. Their sound is almost like a lone wolf on the land.

For the last five days, I was able to spend three nights at ponds, listening to the sound of loons as I made dinner and fell asleep. As I listened to them, I thought that if I could remember the sound of loons, I would feel connected to the earth no matter where I am on this planet.

I’m about to enter the hundred-mile wilderness and Baxter State Park. Everyone praises about how beautiful this last 100 miles. I hope it’s true that I’m saving the best for last, and I look forward to embracing and taking all in for the last few days on the trail.