Out of respect for Tater’s privacy, I’ve decided to take down the previous two posts. Figuring out exactly what to share and not to share is something I’ve struggled with as a writer. In the same way that Jim Collins does not share any correspondence after 10pm, due to fatigue-induced lack of judgment; a similar lapse occurred for me. Apparently a 2,400 mile road trip cross-country leads to exactly the same kind of fatigue, and I hit “post” on two entries better left largely edited, or better yet in the “draft” folder permanently.

Originally Tater and I set out to walk from Pawling, NY to Mount Katahdin in Maine. A distance just shy of 750 miles, we unfortunately had to end our trip together a little under half-way there. Due to medical reasons, Tater and I parted in Hanover, NH. Though, trail-wise we were actually closer to the Maine Junction in Vermont. Our last official night on trail was at the Greenwall Shelter, with Cool Whip and a few others.

We ended up in a holding pattern for several days, during which time we ran into Smooth, who also nearly left his hike due to health concerns. I’m happy to report that he kept going, and a few days ago I received summit photos from both he and Cool Whip.

Tater’s brother was kind enough to drive up from New York. His kindness and support gave us both the space to make sure Tater’s decision to head home was being made with as clear a head as possible. We had a wonderful few days together. Tater’s whole family rallied to support her, and it felt meaningful to be a part of that effort.

After Tater headed back home to Oregon, I spent a few days with Sage and his girlfriend Kelly. That’s where I’ll pick up the story for now.