We pass a thru-hiker from Louisiana this morning very worried about the weather -- appallingly cool and dry. What's happened to the sweaty August days we'd grown so used to in Vermont? Gone forever?After a pleasant lunch on a rocky beach at Hop Brook, the weather takes another turn, darker and mistier. The rain comes gently, and we make our way to South Wilcox Shelter before the real soak hits. Here we're joined by another southbounder named Mismatch. He's young and speedy so we'll probably never see him again.
Through the wind and rain we can hear music all night. It must be miles away, but it sounds like a bad garage band practicing down the block.
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