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Chasing Sunrise... Flume and Liberty.

Today’s hike was going to be a Pemi Loop in one day. I had even prepared for it by leaving Isis at home (shocking!) because she’s too little for this one. I had even packed an outfit for the cooler night temps since I was planning on being back at the car after dark. I was in a word, determined to do this. Of course, the other thing I had to do was start early and I had decided that 230am would be a good time for that. Boy was Isis a little upset that I left her behind. I drove off and made it to Lincoln Woods in no time (even with all the police on 202 through Henniker. They were busy!). This was going to be a very different hike without my little white companion. Getting ready to head out, I had nothing to worry about as far as Isis getting out of the car before I was ready. It was a cool start that early hour and I put my wind/rain shell on. Crossing the bridge was surreal as I could hear the Pemi below but I could not see it unless I shined my headlamp on it. Heading down Lincoln …

A Jefferson Attempt...

First full and hard week back into the grind below 4000 feet and I was thinking that we’d knock of Jefferson via the Caps Ridge. Like I had said, Isis has done the North side of Camel’s hump and those ledges with no problem, the Blueberry Ledges trail was barely barked at, and countless other scrambles were well… Scrambled by my 4 legged power pup. So, I figured, why not… At the very least (as always), we turn back. The thing of it is, we have all these summits and there is no “need” anymore. The journey I am on is a marathon now and not a sprint so, if we turn back then so be it. I am just grateful that I am still getting out and on the trail. So, in the morning, we load into the car and make the drive. Jefferson Notch Rd is in great shape all the way to the trail head and there are not too many people there yet. A few recognize us and we stop to chat, swearing that we’ll see them “up there”. Isis is just raring to go and is also soaking up the attention that she gets. This of course…

The Dirty Side of Cabot

Earlier in the week, my situation changed and my trip up Cabot was pushed to the weekend instead of midweek. I have to say I was experiencing a mix of emotions over this. I’m the type that once I get an idea in my head, I like to see it through. Change sometimes throws me for a big loop. So, Saturday morning, Isis and I headed up to Berlin to the Fish Hatchery for Cabot. I had intended to just do an up and back to start with and we were also running late because I was lazy this morning. So, we got underway at 8:45am for the York Pond Trail Head. There were two other cars there on our arrival. After a pit stop for me, we got under way. After the initial .2 on York Pond trail, we hook onto Bunnell Notch trail and immediately we are overwhelmed and I think Isis was in heaven at the same time by all the tall grass. She’s been sampling the grasses of the White Mountains each time we hike and I thought I saw her smile. The sun was warming and it was feeling kind of tropical in the tall gras…

Whiteface and Passaconaway for a Break and a Breath of Calm

I could choose to do so many things being single and not having kids. I could spend my time in the bars trying to find him (and finding everyone else in the process). I could choose to funnel my extra money into any of a number of material things to fill my soul with something empty. Instead, even when I’m uncertain that I can continue to go north, I find a way and my mind can rest. My energy and resources are funneled into the Grid because up north is a place I can feel peace. In a world that seems unreal in the way we treat one another and confusing in the directions I am going in, when I hit the trails, all worry and all need for control slips away. Today, after almost succumbing to some serious darkness, I hit the road for Whiteface and Passaconaway. I chose these peaks because the weather called for it (winds). I wanted some protection from the elements. I had been nervous about Isis since the last two hikes did not go well for her. As we got underway from the parking lot on Fern…

The O's Are Not A Loop... It's Too Hot Out There! (Osceola's for July)

I’m not one to sit around and wait for anything and I was not about to sit around and wait for things to happen today (which they have not yet happened and I am home again). So, last night I hatched a plan to run away and climb the Osceola’s. I figured it would be cooler being treed in mostly, no alpine zone, and short distance. I figured it would be good to keep Isis moving as well. Bonus, there was no need to perseverate over things at sea level by staying at home. Getting up at 4:30a, I get things in the car and grab the water bottles I had freezing overnight, only to discover that one Nalgene burst. I still had one water and one Gatorade so, I was not too disappointed. Isis was still trying to sleep and finally relented and went down to the car. We arrived at the Mt. Osceola trail head on Tripoli Rd to discover that we were first to arrive. As we were getting underway, we witnessed the emptying of the iron ranger by the forestry service too. I didn’t think that actually happened f…