This Wednesday, my godson, Charlie , will meet his friend Laura in Caratunk, Maine, and will walk with her for eight days on the Appalachian Trail. His destination is Jo-Mary campground, which is not too far from one of our fly-in trips – Lower Jo-Mary Lake. Laura, who began in West Virginia, will continue on, eventually meeting up with her dad to summit Mt. Katadhin.

I’ve been enthralled by Laura’s journey (entries added whenever The Trail intersected with an internet-capable computer) and I’m excited about Charlie’s participation. However, it looks like there will be no real time participation as he’ll pass through only one town ( Monson) and to the best of my searching ability, it lacks a cyber cafe or even a library with a working phone number. Oh well. It looks like I’ll see photos of his Scotland trip and the formerly friendly family of big black bears before he skips off to college.


Legible size map.

Speaking of Charlie, last night I watched “Goodbye, Mr Chips,” the 1969 version with Peter O’Toole and Petula Clark. Coulda been filmed at Deerfield.