North and South Twin Mountains

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We recently hiked North and South Twin Mountain, making us officially 50% done with the New Hampshire 4000 footers! We began the hike off Haystack road, approaching from the north. There were some crazy river crossings on this trail, including a scoot across a fallen log over a raging torrent of rushing water – perhaps approaching from this side is a better idea when there hasn’t been heavy rains in the area?

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After what seemed like forever (but was really only 3.5 hours), we reached the overlook for North Twin. Although only 1.3 miles from the summit of South Twin, the distance looked long and daunting, especially since this hike was and in and out instead of a loop, which meant hiking over to South Twin, then back over to North before heading down. Basically hiking up – down – up – down – up – down. There’s no way your legs aren’t going to feel that :-/

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At 4902 feet, South Twin is the 8th highest of the 4000 footers (North is 12th). This hike was a challenge, but the views were incredible! The 11 mile hike took us just under 8 hours, which would have been shorter if my knee had been a little more agreeable on the way down. All in all, an awesome hike with breathtaking payoffs at the top. If you approach from the south, the AMC’s Galehead Hut is about a mile from the South summit, providing an alternative for those who don’t want to tackle the hike in a single day.

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Starr King to Mount Waumbek

waumbek2waumbekMay 23rd found us hiking over Mount Starr King to reach Mount Waumbek – one of New Hampshire’s 4000 footers. Waumbek would put us one peak closer to our goal of joining the AMC’s 4000 footers club. It would also be our first 4000 footer of 2015.

waumbek1We drove to Jefferson, NH for the hike, which was part of the Pliny Range of the White Mountains. While there were rumored to be outlooks near each peak, neither was known for its views. Perhaps to compensate for this, the lower trail was waumbek3 lined with a beautiful array of wildflowers. The trip was easy, but as we hiked along the crest that would lead us to the first summit, it got incredibly cold. It was hard to believe that the previous week waumbek10I was worried about heat stroke as we rummaged through our packs to add clothing layers and, since we didn’t bring gloves with us, to find anything to wrap our hands in so that the feeling would return – it was honestly that cold. waumbek7

Luckily, we quickly reached Mount Starr King, named after the Unitarian minister Thomas Starr King. It was surprisingly, but wonderfully, warmer at the top and after a few minutes in the sun our hands were able to defrost. A short mile later and we had conquered the 4006 foot summit of Mount Waumbek, too.  waumbek6

After a quick break, we began our descent, finishing the hike in only four hours – a full hour less than the suggested hike time. Which meant that after running full speed after a giant both up and down a mountain, I was home in time to cook dinner. Joy :-/

Victory is Mine!

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Victory is mine – but it is not sweet. It isn’t even bittersweet. The long awaited, much anticipated conquering of the Franconia Ridge Loop has come finally come to fruition. I hiked the entire notch, 9 something miles of mountain, Labor Day weekend. Only it started pouring rain just as we were reaching the summit of Little Haystack. The fog was so thick at the top, that you could barely see more than 20 feet in any direction. The ‘amazing view’ that I was so looking forward to was not to be had.


The 1.7 miles across the top of the ridge as you climb up and over Mount Lincoln and Mount Lafayette seemed like an eternity of misery, each step hampered by wet clothes, the wind whipping the rain up into a maelstrom of mayhem that lashed at my face like a cat-o-nine-tails. I wanted to complain, (I really wanted to kick something), but what was the use? I feel very ripped off that I couldn’t see anything. The only up side is that we had the mountain to ourselves.


We surged forward, too uncomfortable to stop and eat our lunch, searching in vain for the AMC (Appalachian Mountain Club) hut that we had heard about. Yet each apparition rising out of the mist before us was – yep, you guessed it – more mountain to climb. It was becoming obvious that we had become trapped in an episode of Night Gallery, doomed to forever walk through the freezing rain and fog, an endless search for a destination we’d never find. Until finally, luckily, we encountered a ranger on the far side of Mount Lafayette, a dutiful soul braving the elements in order to alert those crazy enough to be enjoying the weather on that glorious day of the turn for the descent, thus saving us from a who knows how long detour continuing along the Appalachian Trail.


Thus began our perilous climb down the mountain, over slick rock and through muddy puddles, our vigor renewed, our destination promised to be only a mile down the mountain. With the hope of a bit of warmth looming on the horizon, we picked up pace. I’m not sure-footed on the best of days, so you can imagine what a challenge it was to descend such a steep incline, every surface wet and slippery, clothing soaked and hindering movement, my normally 15 pound pack drenched and weighing at least 30 pounds. Not my most graceful day in history. Amazingly, I completed the entire hike without (serious) injury.


The hut…..was not what we had imagined. No roaring fire, no welcoming smiles, not even, much to my partner’s chagrin (who, as a giant, has a much warmer body temperature), an ice cold beverage to be had. There was a counter, however, where we were able to purchase a couple of dry shirts which we wrapped in a spare rain poncho so we’d have something dry to wear on the way home after we got back to the car. We quickly left the hut and continued on our way down the mountain.


The rain had finally stopped. The fog was lifting in places, and I was able to get a few pictures, which made me a little happier about the situation. I also learned that brown rocks tend to be much more slippery than gray, an invaluable lesson. Then the glorious moment came when we could hear traffic noises from the road and we knew that our adventure was coming to an end. Was it everything we had hoped for and expected? No. Was it a rewarding and wonderful memory? No. Would I do it again knowing what it would be like? Yeah, why not? Not everything in life worth experiencing is enjoyable. I know now that I can do it (and still walk the next day). I’ve proven my point to myself. But next time, I expect a view.

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