Quotes from Erik's Expedition Journal
Day One:
Leaving Sterling—up early, hydrate, grab extra gear, last minute forget-me-nots, and H2O. Have a nice nutrient dense, fat and protein rich send off breakfast: yogurt, eggs, sausage, and bacon. I slip a few sausage patties in my coat pocket knowing how good they’ll be on the trail.
Day Two:
I take a turn in the lead and love the task. The snow is deep. The forest is an open glade. I dream of skiing through the hardwoods. I follow animal tracks: moose, deer, and ermine. I circle trees and walk along side small ledges. I’m thrilled to think about the 30 people following my trail catching a glimpse of the wonders that direct me.
We skirt the peak of hairy softwoods and have lunch in the nicest ridge-top, gully moose-yard. I share cheese with smiling faces and eat body thawed sausage and peanut butter honey sandwiches.
Day Three:
We are working to evacuate Max after he hyper-extended his knee. Improvisation and group decision making is the guide we all seem to feel as we work to stay on track and to safety evacuate Max. Our ability to change the trip around this event was a great success! So many thanks to the rescue team that came to meet us.
Day Four:
Morning—after a hard and cold night in a tricky camp spot we wake to a frost crystal feathered world. Gorgeous sunrise; hoots and hollers echo through camp in celebration of having weathered the cold night and prior journey –OOOMEEE!!!!!
Longest trek of the trip; we are on and off old logging roads, through brush, beaver ponds, and wilderness area all the way to the road and the Catamount Trail. We are only as fast as our slowest members, despite how much energy some of us have.
Return Home:
We receive a community welcome home as we complete our journey at Craftsbury Common. Jed, Sue and Mianda are there with cookies, dogs, hot cocoa, and smiles. There are honking motorists, waves, and fireworks from a crowd of people cheering and banging pots and pans. This greeting makes me feel at home in this human community. I also feel, on this last day, as we hike back, a sense of home in these hills and an echo of what it was like to have truly supple, self-sufficient legs to stand on.
-Erik Gillard, 2006
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