The Whites
I’ve arrived at the most challenging part of the hike so far — New Hampshire’s White Mountains.
Four days ago I hiked a 4,800-foot mountain called Mount Moosilauke. A more experienced hiker who manages a hostel suggested a north-to-south climb, and that was good advice.
The wind was strong enough to knock down small children.
For the first time, I enjoyed the uphill climb, which followed a cascading brook for more than a mile up the mountain.
On the north side of Moosilauke. They’re a mile long; the AT follows its banks to the top.
When I reached the summit, Moosilauke rewarded me with sunshine, though I had to brave winds that felt like 40 miles an hour.
Ominous clouds greeted me and “Pack.”
Of course the next day it rained as I hiked up Mount Wolf. And the following day as I hiked the Kinsman peaks. More rain is expected for my next hike too.
View from the South Peak
Guess I’ll need to remember that the trail will provide. Sometimes it’s giving me what I need — whether I asked for it or not.
The mud hole came up to my thigh.
Kind of like life.
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