Max Patch! I've dreamed of hiking across Max Patch ever since I saw a picturesque, y'know, picture of the bald in an old AT calendar. I think it was March. So here I was! And if I recall correctly, it was just after a ridiculous "blue-blazing hobo hiker-trash" sponsored hiker-feed at the gap preceding it, so the little nap I took up top wasn't without warrant. Sketch was hiking with me. You'll meet him in a minute.