“Who was that masked man.” A great Line out of one of my favorite cowboy series. And so that’s how I feel today as I’ve finished with the Great White Mountains and sit here in Gorham eating breakfast.” “Who was that 80 mile stretch of the AT that kicked my butt?” Luckily three of my old trail running buddies met me half way with encouragement and support. Thank you Marty, Bill and Dan. But it was worth every ache, scratch and bruise. It is the most spectacular part of the AT so far, and right in the backyard of Boston. And the Whites revived my spirit to “hike on in Self Energy.” The Whites are Magical!