Trail Saint

There are Trail Angels-and there is Maryland Mary Ann. We first ran into her and her silver Subaru a few days back, in Kent, Connecticut. She's helping a friend "slack" thru much of the trail. While Little Pony was doing laundry, she plied me with goodies from a massive plastic bin and cold beverages from a steel cooler. We ran into her and her car the next day. She said bad weather was coming in and she'd be happy to slack us,too. So we stashed all our camping gear in the Subaru, kept our rain gear and hustled up the mountain, determined to beat the rain to the treacherous "ledges" others had warned us about. Relatively unladden' we did our fastest 4 miles ever and finished the ledges 4 minutes before the storm hit. We wore full rain gear 2.5 miles thru a flat walk and outwaited the 2nd wave of rain at a shelter. Then 2.5 more miles of flat and a 500-foot up-and-down and we reached a road crossing, where a big, cold bottle of Power-ade awaited us, courtesy of Mary Ann.
-Billy Goat