Day #19, C'est la Vie--miles hiked: 15.7

Well...there was no big glowing orb in the sky this morning, just more rain. C'est la vie. For the 3rd time, we put on wet clothes and set off. This is the part of the show when we build character. Check out the would-be view from atop Mt. Cube:

Notice the open, rocky summit. We are in new territory.

Lunch time is always the best time:

Three days of rain and wet socks have taken their tole on Emily and my feet and have basically shredded them. C'est la vie.

Dad Berry's feet have faired considerably better, so he naps while the girls bandage. 

Nevertheless, we eventually hobbled into Glencliff, NH and found a hostel right at the base of Mt. Mooselauke--the first of the Whites.

We chose to set up the tarp rather than sleep in weeks of hiker dirt, and have been feasting since arrival.

Based on the condition of our feet, a zero hiking day has been declared for tomorrow.