(My 200th summit! South Hancock)
I hate anxiety. I'd rather deal with my depression than my anxiety... Anxiety sucks. I never really know if I am doing the right thing until it's too late or not. What if I fall.... But oh, what if I fly??? Planning for one thing while keeping another thing planning in the background. Wanting one peak while having to go for another and not even knowing if it will pan out because of the weather that you cannot predict. If you heard a scream on the trail this morning, it was just me... Letting go of a bunch of yuck! Today, it was the Hancock's instead of Monroe... Stupid weather. And then again, I boosted my grid, added to a total to bring myself over 200 peaks AND Isis is finally half way to her winter list. All this added up to a great day out there... Even if the weather was less than spectacular.
Isis and I started out at 7:20am from the hairpin turn on the Kanc. Heading down the Hancock Notch trail is flat and well packed. I'm carrying my shoes and wearing my spikes. This was not a hike for views. This was a put your head down and go hike. This was a forget everything for a few hours and sweat it out hike. This was an enjoy the place you love the most hike. Isis and I made quick work to the junction of Cedar Brook because all but one of the water crossings were bridged and the one that wasn't was a non-issue anyway. Here, Isis had something to eat (new treats made with bacon, apples, and bison) and I put my shoes on to prep for the steep ups we had to face.
Isis and I take pictures (and a few awkward selfies) and we head off down the ridge. Things are a little blown in and a little deeper up here and Isis handles it like a champ. The wind has picked up and I continue to feel the sting on my face. It's not terribly cold... Chilly but my hat and gloves do the job just fine. It's a great day on the ridge as we make our way over to North Hancock. It's 1.4 miles of relatively flat with a few ups. Not bad after what we just did. Isis and I run into those 2 gentlemen about a quarter of the way to North Peak and it's a quick passing. Too much wind to stop. The trail has some deeper drifts in places but they don't seem to slow us down too much. 52 minutes between the two peaks and Isis and I are standing on North peak. The wind is howling and the pictures are quick. We walked down to the outlook to see nothing...
Today I stepped off my main focus and went with a boost to my grid and helped Isis get to her halfway point. I was able to forget if only for a little while responsibility and anxiety around life at sea level. It's always nice to go home even if that home is not the one with the roof over your head. My fingers are crossed for a return to my winter peaks with Monroe next weekend and while things may get hectic soon, I know I can come to the peaks for peace. See you out there!