When the temperatures are so numbingly frigid, what else will ever be memorable about that day? Can there be anything after that?
I’ve been trying to play catch-up with video footage I’ve collected on past hikes. The most recent? Mt Cabot, in March of 2019. The fun part of all of this is that I’m re-living past hikes. As I write this, the afternoon’s weather was quite warm and pleasant — the kind where you open the windows and let in some fresh air.
So the Whites had severe weather this past week: to wit, the winds were howling. I saw the Higher Summits Forecast calling for winds at 50 MPH, heading to 70, with gusts to 105. Screw that noise. I’ve got a few other things on my bucket list apart from “get rescued after mindlessly scaling a trail without checking the weather first.” Dumb. Instead, I hiked Pack Monadnock. Hey, I got […]
The tough part of the Hancocks is that once you get to the top of one, you have an easy time getting across to the other, and then make quick time back to the car. And along the way, you’ve completely forgotten that while the approach is pretty flat, the last half-three quarters of a mile or so are completely relentless.