I must say, the events of this winter has given me an opportunity to take stock of my situation. I have grown up in the Whites. I have dabbled in Maine, Vermont, New York, and Alaska, but since I was four-years old I have been hiking, camping, backpacking, and skiing in the WMNF. I did a lot of solo hikes. Some with a dog, some without. Some with a group of up to six, often with only 2-3. More in the winter than in the summer. Other than a separated shoulder from someone in my party, never had any real issues to worry about. I have assisted with some lost souls a couple of times.
I don't always take my snowshoes. Sometimes I pack my winter tent (a 4lb. Bibler) on a day hike just in case. I've gone on hikes with only a fanny pack and wearing sneakers. Other times, I've had crampons, skis, snowshoes, and an ice axe.
Hiking isn't the passion it was for me twenty years ago, but it is still a hobby of mine. Seeing what has gone on this winter, I have had to look in the mirror, and I won't be throwing stones at any of the rescued parties. Or, any of those that perished.
I have done, or been in a situation, as almost everyone in the papers have. I've been scared out of my wits on Mt. Adams. Not being able to see anything and the wind literally knocking me down. I spent twenty minutes just sitting there and wondering "How the hell am I going to get out of here." I took a wrong trail into the wind leaving Mt. Jackson, and had to backtrack in February to catch up with the rest of my party. As a 7-year old, I got lost near Mt. Garfield (didn't even know I was lost) until an adult friend caught up to me and told me I was going the wrong @#$%# way.
I was minutes from being caught in an avalance in the Gulf of Slides that killed another skier. I have fallen 30' down the slide on Owl's Head. I have skied off into the woods too many times to count.
I have been turned back on peaks. I've summitted when I shouldn't have. I've had a tent blown off a peak. I've been caught in a torrential downpour wearing cotton jeans, a sweatshirt, workboots, and without hat or gloves on Bondcliff. I almost drowned my dog crossing the swollen Peabody River one rainy Sunday morning.
I have done a lot of really stupid things in those mountains. I have done almost exactly what everyone of those rescued hikers have done. I never gave it a second thought. I guarantee you, I will from now on. You could all just as easily be reading about me up there. And, I'd venture to guess, we could just as easily be reading about many of you up there.
I now have a two-year old daughter. I could not imagine perishing in those mountains knowing she was at home. What would those last thoughts be? Would she even remember me?
I have learned from someone else's lesson, and I am glad I did. Peace.
I don't always take my snowshoes. Sometimes I pack my winter tent (a 4lb. Bibler) on a day hike just in case. I've gone on hikes with only a fanny pack and wearing sneakers. Other times, I've had crampons, skis, snowshoes, and an ice axe.
Hiking isn't the passion it was for me twenty years ago, but it is still a hobby of mine. Seeing what has gone on this winter, I have had to look in the mirror, and I won't be throwing stones at any of the rescued parties. Or, any of those that perished.
I have done, or been in a situation, as almost everyone in the papers have. I've been scared out of my wits on Mt. Adams. Not being able to see anything and the wind literally knocking me down. I spent twenty minutes just sitting there and wondering "How the hell am I going to get out of here." I took a wrong trail into the wind leaving Mt. Jackson, and had to backtrack in February to catch up with the rest of my party. As a 7-year old, I got lost near Mt. Garfield (didn't even know I was lost) until an adult friend caught up to me and told me I was going the wrong @#$%# way.
I was minutes from being caught in an avalance in the Gulf of Slides that killed another skier. I have fallen 30' down the slide on Owl's Head. I have skied off into the woods too many times to count.
I have been turned back on peaks. I've summitted when I shouldn't have. I've had a tent blown off a peak. I've been caught in a torrential downpour wearing cotton jeans, a sweatshirt, workboots, and without hat or gloves on Bondcliff. I almost drowned my dog crossing the swollen Peabody River one rainy Sunday morning.
I have done a lot of really stupid things in those mountains. I have done almost exactly what everyone of those rescued hikers have done. I never gave it a second thought. I guarantee you, I will from now on. You could all just as easily be reading about me up there. And, I'd venture to guess, we could just as easily be reading about many of you up there.
I now have a two-year old daughter. I could not imagine perishing in those mountains knowing she was at home. What would those last thoughts be? Would she even remember me?
I have learned from someone else's lesson, and I am glad I did. Peace.
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