Won’t pretend this was an epic hike. Indeed, it was mostly booking mileage. But there it is. At the same time, I won’t write off a mountain. So go try it yourself!
Mt Garfield (4,500 feet). Franconia/Bethlehem, NH. 2022-01-08 (Sunday.) Via Garfield and Garfield Ridge Trails. 10 miles round-trip, plus 1 1/4 mile (each way) road walk. Mid-20s throughout. Winds were hardly a whisper in the trees, a bitter 10-15 knots at the summit. Unbridled sunshine all day. Car: 1145. Trailhead: 1210. Summit: 1510. Trailhead: 1545. Car: 1735. A safe bet is to budget about half an hour to walk from the […]
What do you do when your plans get wrecked, and your backup plan becomes just a day to book miles?
Jefferson pains me. On the one hand, it has some stunning views. On the other hand, it’s frustratingly cumbersome to get to the top.
Don’t judge a kitten by its claws. Judge it instead by the fine views you get from its ledges. But don’t forget the claws.
Sometimes you don’t know whether you liked something or not, until you’ve had some time to think. And yet, you know everything was fine.
It was windy, almost autumnal, but a fine two day traverse. When you can’t see much through the clouds, what makes it special?
Why suffer the hardship, the pain, the miles of the Pemi Loop? What’s there? Oh wow, lots.
Whiteface Mountain (4,020 feet). Sandwich, NH. 2022-06-07 (Tuesday.) Via Flat Mountain Pond, McCrillis, and Rollins trails. 12 miles round-trip. (Includes a “quick” jaunt down Kate Sleeper trail to Downes Brook trail as an add-on.) Approx 3,200 feet elevation gain, not including the 600-odd feet on Kate Sleeper. Temps were warm, in the mid-70s. Winds were noticeable in the trees at about halfway up, a refreshing light breeze on the exposed […]
Sometimes you endure pain and steep terrain for not a lot of expansive views. But sometimes you find something more fulfilling in those moments.
Sometimes you look up and see clouds. You hike up, and see something more.
Owl’s Head isn’t at the pinnacle of the 48 four thousand footer list, but it’s at the pinnacle of the sublime. But why?