One day on the coast in late September, five Chewonki girls, one head of school, and a Sandy boarded an unnecessarily spacious bus to venture to the Appalachian Trail.
Day 1: We started on a dusty logging road in the sun but soon we were under tree canopy and it wasn’t so hot. At the first campsite Lauren, Isabel and Sandy cooked tasty stir-fry. Yum.
Day 2: On day two we plotted our assent of Mount Success. Lauren informed us that we were in a wonderful habitat for mountain ash (thus her trail name mash was born). There were many false summits and even something like a false mountain that we summitted before realizing we had yet to reach Success. Oh well. At campsite number two, Lauren and Isabel learned about romcoms (romantic comedies) from Sandy the movie buff. Our vocabulary of ‘abreves’ grew to include chipi (chili powder) and mac-chee. After supping on mac-chee with chipi we proceeded to use Eliza’s toothpaste, which was full of decorative breath strip stars. Fancy.
Day 3: Even a few days hiking can start to blend together. Things that are not interesting become fascinating and things that are not funny are hilarious. On day three our favorite game was putting the letter r into different names (oh hey Srandy, what’s up, Sofria?). On day three we got all the way down to a road and boarded the bus once more. We purchased a delicious pie and proceeded to rent a campsite that was in fact a septic field. We convinced our selves that we were not car camping. We cooked in the rain and ate our pie. Tasty.
Day 4: On day four we climbed Old Speck and thanked god for organic mustard. We played a twenty-questions type game called Botticelli from which my trail name (Posh Spice), and Sandy’s (Mr.T) were born. I discovered that very few people know who Optimus Prime is. From the top of Old Speck we saw Canada. Almost. We ate pinwheel bagels and climbed the fire tower. Sandy pointed out that there was some powpow on the Prezzies. (what?)
Day 5: We drove away in our bus having seriously diminished our vocabulary, with dirty clothes and accidental dreadlocks. Five Chewonki girls, a head of school and a Sandy left Chewonki. Mash, friqui, Posh spice, hard core, gorp, trip greaser and Mr.T returned having stood in two states at the same time, having summitted Success, having learned the art of duffing and the language of abreves. It was gnar.
-Isabel Watts, Milton MA