We woke up the next day and got into a town to resupply and fill up on yummy Mexican food. We headed back to the trail that night and had a good fire with good friends. The next day we started our climb up to the presidentials. It was exceedingly tough and the few margaritas we had the night before were not helping. We climbed all day long but saw some of the most amazing views all trail. In the distance we could see Mt. Washington, the tallest mountain in the Whites. It got closer and closer all day until we were at the base of the mountain at the last hut before the summit. We got to do a work for stay at the hut and had to go to sleep late after the paying customers went to bed. We also were woken up early to get off the floor before waiting 4 hours for food and then having to change all the sheets on the bunks. I left feeling like a dog and ran up to the top of washington. As we got there, hundreds of tourists started to pop up in sandals and dresses. I heard a baby cry in the distance and knew immediately this was not the place to hang out. We headed down the ridge to one of the best day on trail so far. Open views, a great breeze, and the serene feeling that the only people around had actually hiked there. We got to a hut and played some cards before heading down the rest of the presidentials. As we climbed down mt. Madison, which is just a ton of boulders down a steep slope, the skies darkened and the clouds rolled in. I could see tree line about half a mile from where I was at but it was going to take me a while to get down there. As the rain hit, all I could think of was making it under cover of trees. It let up for about ten minutes and I was able to get down to tree line before the downpour hit us. After about five minutes, we were completely soaked to the bone and running through the river which had taken the place of the trail. The wind picked up and we could see the trees blowing almost over. The lightning was so close it lit the sky red and the clang of thunder was constant. After two hours, we got to a visitors center and called a hostel to pick us up for the night. The next day we did a 21 mile slack pack over the last few mountains in the whites and man did it hurt. I broke a toe in the first four miles and took another fall soon after where all my weight came down on my elbow and caused and excruciating pain in my shoulder. We kept moving to make it before the afternoon storm rolled in but our bodies were hurting. Luckily the storm lasted about ten minutes and blew over revealing the sun again. The last four miles flattened out a bit and we were able to run until I rolled my ankle and felt the crunch of the bones on the top of my foot. I let out an involuntary scream but kept moving. Tears streamed down my face as I thought for sure I had just broken my foot and ended my trip less than 300 miles from the end. We got back to the hostel and immediately iced my foot and decided to zero the next day to rest it. I didn't sleep that night because of the pain. We took a leisurely day and got lots of much needed rest and calories from the all you can eat Chinese buffet. We decided to zero again the next day to wait for a package and heal up some more. We left late the next day and the terrain was still very difficult. It took us much longer than expected and our plans had to change a bit. That day we were planning to hike through the toughest mile on trail, named Mahoosuc notch, which they describe as a deranged jumble of boulders. Followed up by the steepest climb on the trail. We got to the beginning of the notch around 5 pm as it started to rain so we set up camp and decided to hit it the next morning. The first mile took us an hour and a half and the second just under an hour. We were rock climbing more than hiking but it was a total blast. By the end of the day our bodies were tired but our spirits full. We were in Maine, finally. Mile 1932