
From Vermont until part way through Maine we were rained on everyday. Just under a month straight. The heaviest rain was in New Hampshire and several streams that used to be easy rock hops were now tough fords.

At times the entire trail was under water. this is not a stream, it is the trail.

In several places there were log bridges oing over the muddy sections. These bridges were frequently underwater.

When the trail was too close to a brook, sometimes the brook took over.

This brook was not supposed to be a ford.
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