Bobby
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I told Eric that an early wake-up was coming. He is not a fan of the early-morning ambush that shocks him from a sound sleep. Regardless, 4:30 AM came quick for both of us, but by 5:00 we were on I-93, northbound.
We were headed for Moosilauke, a first for both of us. The ride was pleasant, and we were at the Ravine Lodge parking area before long. We hit the Gorge Brook Trail at about 8:30 after taking our time gearing up. The trail started out great, and we were at the Snapper Trail junction in no time. I left it up to Eric about which way to go, and he wanted to stay on Gorge Brook.
This was a very nice trail, with easy grades and forgiving footway. It was a welcome change from so many other rock-strewn trails in the Whites. We covered the distance to the summit in about two and a half hours, which was very fast for us. The day was sunny, but hazy. There were views, but as we gained elevation, the views became sporadic because of the clouds blowing in and out. The highlight for Eric was a bench on the trail at one of the lookouts. Most pictures we have of him on the trails are of him sitting.
There were over twenty people on the summit, along with a few dogs. This was NH4K #11 for Eric, and #40 for me. We found a spot near one of the old foundations that blocked the breeze and we ate some lunch. People were coming in from all angles. The clouds kept blowing in and out, and the scenery was minimal. I guess that gives us a reason to go back.
After a short break, we geared up and began the trip to South Peak. The trail was in great shape; we were soon on the top of South Peak, taking in some limited views. Back to the Carriage Rd., a nice wide road. Eric lagged behind; I think the lack of sleep caught up with him. By the time we got to the Snapper Trail, he got a second wind and we finished the descent in about the same time it took us to get up, two and a half hours. I started to laugh at the trail junction, all I could think of was Andrew Dice Clay saying "have a twinkie, Snapperhead."
We made it back to the car in one piece. I told Eric to put the seat back and sleep, but he said he wasn’t tired. After a few minutes, I noticed that he wasn’t answering me. “I’m not tired” woke up as we passed through Stoneham, MA – about 10 minutes from home .
We had another fine day in the mountains, and I’m looking forward to more.
Pictures from Moosilauke
We were headed for Moosilauke, a first for both of us. The ride was pleasant, and we were at the Ravine Lodge parking area before long. We hit the Gorge Brook Trail at about 8:30 after taking our time gearing up. The trail started out great, and we were at the Snapper Trail junction in no time. I left it up to Eric about which way to go, and he wanted to stay on Gorge Brook.
This was a very nice trail, with easy grades and forgiving footway. It was a welcome change from so many other rock-strewn trails in the Whites. We covered the distance to the summit in about two and a half hours, which was very fast for us. The day was sunny, but hazy. There were views, but as we gained elevation, the views became sporadic because of the clouds blowing in and out. The highlight for Eric was a bench on the trail at one of the lookouts. Most pictures we have of him on the trails are of him sitting.
There were over twenty people on the summit, along with a few dogs. This was NH4K #11 for Eric, and #40 for me. We found a spot near one of the old foundations that blocked the breeze and we ate some lunch. People were coming in from all angles. The clouds kept blowing in and out, and the scenery was minimal. I guess that gives us a reason to go back.
After a short break, we geared up and began the trip to South Peak. The trail was in great shape; we were soon on the top of South Peak, taking in some limited views. Back to the Carriage Rd., a nice wide road. Eric lagged behind; I think the lack of sleep caught up with him. By the time we got to the Snapper Trail, he got a second wind and we finished the descent in about the same time it took us to get up, two and a half hours. I started to laugh at the trail junction, all I could think of was Andrew Dice Clay saying "have a twinkie, Snapperhead."
We made it back to the car in one piece. I told Eric to put the seat back and sleep, but he said he wasn’t tired. After a few minutes, I noticed that he wasn’t answering me. “I’m not tired” woke up as we passed through Stoneham, MA – about 10 minutes from home
. We had another fine day in the mountains, and I’m looking forward to more.
Pictures from Moosilauke
