Thanks to Hamtero, Albee, and Tim Seaver for giving me the heads-up regarding my 3rd day Franconia Brook descent from Garfield ridge and the questionable existence of the Lincoln Brook north of the Slide. Basically I tried to follow Franconia Brook and had some success for about a half mile or more(according to my GPS), but then the trail went missing. I decided to just GOTO the height of land turn in the Lincoln Brook trail rather than waist time finding 13Falls. The initial trek was a splendid snowshoe through open birch wood for a fair distance until I had to climb toward the height of land between Owlshead and Lafayette. That part was a minor disaster with snow sink holes that nearly gobbled me whole, body and soul consuming a small mountain of time. In the aftermath, however (i.e. the post-hike syndrome), the bushwhack and the embattled ascent and descent of the Slide, most captured my fascination. Those moments I felt like Frodo searching for oxygen, embryonically pressed against the Slide, carrying whatever it was that drove me up that mountain, touched me archetypally, if there is such a thing. It made my soul ring to think about it. Before that were the wondering, uncertain steps over snow covered Lincoln imagining which one would be my last, with my disappearing into the throes of a watery undersnow doom. Lithium batteries? Who needs Lithium batteries? Surely, and perhaps too quickly, that concern subsided as my headlight took on a stronger glow leaving Owlshead behind and I realized the fading light at the Slide was probably due to wind blown snow. After all, I had returned safely to my pack and though the -20 synthetic bag was wet from two nights usage I could still bivouac if necessary, maybe even melt a little snow and chew on trail mix. There was the extra untested flashlight in the pack. The trail was packed. All I had to do was walk out 7miles. Piece of cake, no problem.