Yesterday, Liz and I woke up early and drove west to the White Mountains of New Hampshire to go hiking for the day. We climbed Mt. Webster in Crawford Notch State Park. It was a hard two hours up and up and up climbing over rocks to the summit. (The guidebook terms the ascent to Mt Webster "strenuous," and "difficult", a description with which we definitely agree.
When we got to the summit, a sea of mountains, green then blue, stretched out before us. Two birds--I think they were hawks--flew in a perfect pattern below us, their wings sparkling in the sun. The sun was hot but the breeze was cool. We laid on the rocks and drank in the view with our lunch.
On the way down, another two hour scramble down down a narrow trail strewn with boulders and still wet from all the rain earlier this month, we saw a magic mushroom but no elves.
On the way home, we stopped for ice cream, the traditional coda to every hiking expedition.
No comments:
Post a Comment