And then there were none. I finished my winter 48, and my fourth season, on the most bluebird of bluebird days.
New Hampshire
Mt Liberty and Mt Flume, Lincoln, NH. 2022-02-20. (Sunday) Via Whitehouse Trail, Liberty Springs Trail, Franconia Ridge Trail. Approx 8.7 miles. 15 dF +/- at the trailhead, 10 at the summit. Sunny to start, with rapidly closing high level clouds. Wind at Liberty and Flume summit was a light breeze to start. Back at Liberty on the return, the winds were brisk and bitter. Trailhead: 1030; Liberty Summit: 1300; Flume […]
What a difference a week (and some warm weather) makes. What can you do when the trail feels like concrete?
An attempt at a trail is usually Type II fun. Obviously, you went there with a goal, but something happened. Powder snow. Step-slide, step-slide gets old quickly.
Alone on the summit of Isolation… does that mean solitude? And if not, why?
When the temperatures are so numbingly frigid, what else will ever be memorable about that day? Can there be anything after that?
One wouldn’t think of a desert while trudging through a snowy landscape. But sometimes you get a drought where views are concerned.
On the last of the year, on a very warm day, what is there on Mt Jackson? A quick jaunt, and a lot to be happy about.
Sometimes you’re in between booking mileage, and something epic.
You see an easy first couple miles. Then things pitch upward significantly. So what if you add a bitter wind? Can one have fun?
The Twinway heading up from Galehead is one of the steepest trails in the Whites. Is it hard, or just steep?
What kind of a difference can a mile, a week, and half a dozen degrees make? Plenty, of course. But in what way does that matter to a trail?