I lost time at the stream crossing and soon the sky was beginning to darken. I considered stopping early and not trying to get to where Tengo and Stick were camped.
There weren’t many options for where to camp, though, so I decided to keep walking until I saw a place to stop.
My first order of business was to stop at a stream to get water. Barely a few yards beyond the stream I came upon an abandoned logging road. Jason, Boomer and Special T were setting up camp there, but Scout wasn’t with them. The guys said he had elected to look for a cabin that was reportedly a spot for trail magic.
As soon as I spotted them here I decided to stop.
At around 8 p.m., just as I was finishing my dinner and preparing to crawl into my tent, lightning began to flash in the distant sky. Thunder rumbled too, so it seemed like my timing was good for turning in for the night.
The storm passed by without raining on us. Then another thunderstorm came through at around 2 a.m. This one brought with it some brief, heavy rain.
I enjoyed listening to the thunder and rain from inside my dry tent. This was just the third time rain had fallen since I’ve been in Maine. Each time, it fell at night when I was either in my tent or preparing to get in it for the night.
The weather has continued to be one of the best parts of hiking through Maine.