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A Way Across
In my room at the Sterling Inn that evening, I organized my gear and lined the stuff sacks against the wall. Except for the one with the sleeping
The Guy in the Kilt
I pitched my tent on pine needles, a stone's roll from the shore. The Pierce Pond lean-to was nearby, the voices inside indistinct and muted as the
Leaving Jack London
The night before there had been flash-bang lightning and pounding rain that ricocheted fine droplets through the mosquito
Dragonflies
Before Always and I left Gorham to do the Carter Mountains and the final fifteen miles of the Whites, I stopped in at the post office to ask about
I Usually Skip Breakfast
We were back on trail the next day. The soft bed and blowing fans in Libby Hostel's "barn" were made for a deep night's sleep. I woke up without sore
It Felt Earned
I skipped the hot breakfast. Coffee, and a couple pieces of apple cake left over from the day before. I wanted to leave
The Day Before Mt. Washington
It was my best sleep in weeks. The wind was howling outside, rain tapping the window. Cold air
What I Lost On Franconia Ridge
I'm leaving the Franconia Ridge, descending back into the trees. Mt Lafayette and the Saturday day hikers are behind me.
Handholds
The difficulty of the climb caught me by surprise. Moosilauke, I'd expected. Everyone at Hiker's Welcome Hostel talked
Come In the Side Door
As soon as I got off the trail and set foot on pavement, I checked my messages. I'd texted a couple of angels on the list
