grumpygran
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Tuesday, Oct. 14th 2008
After an overnight at Cardigan Mt. Lodge with 3 granddaughters, 11,9 and 7, none of whom seem to have inherited Gran's hiking gene (Are we there yet? How much Longer? I'm tired!) I needed a day of peace and quiet in the whites so when Silverfox suggested Jackson via the route above Finn and I said yes!
Clouds disappeared as we drove through the Notch and the sun shone on us the whole day. Apart from meeting a croo girl and companion as we ascended the Mizpah Cut-off we had the trails to ourselves until mid afternoon. Foliage is past peak up there but looking across to the Presidentials the colors were amazing. Eisenhower glowed with rusty reds from the rhodera and mosses that have turned color. Mt. Washington was awesome and we could see Clay, Adams and Jefferson. Looking westward we spent time identifying each of the layers of mountains all looking enticing for hikers.
We were met on the top by the resident grey jays and were surprsied to see a blue jay fly past as we ate our lunch. On the way down, stopping at the bog area for one last view we enjoyed the quiet until we hit the Crawford path. First a family from Europe with a plan to go round Jackson and down but who agreed that the hut might be a good goal as it was already almost 2pm and the children were tired. (I know that feeling!) Then 6 others, in different groups all making their way to the hut, some more slowly than others. I assured the slower ones they would still be there in time for cocktails!
Driving home, as we rounded Rt. 3 towards 93 we were fascinated to notice a cloud on the front of Cannon while the top of the mountain was in the sun. From there we had to stop several times for Silverfox to take photos as remarkable cloud formations were whirling through the notch. The wind was blowing at 40 mph and the temp. dropped 15 degrees. A distinct line could be seen with blue sky above as a front moved by us. A very unique experience, capping off a great day out for Finn, the dog and me.
Grumpygran.
After an overnight at Cardigan Mt. Lodge with 3 granddaughters, 11,9 and 7, none of whom seem to have inherited Gran's hiking gene (Are we there yet? How much Longer? I'm tired!) I needed a day of peace and quiet in the whites so when Silverfox suggested Jackson via the route above Finn and I said yes!
Clouds disappeared as we drove through the Notch and the sun shone on us the whole day. Apart from meeting a croo girl and companion as we ascended the Mizpah Cut-off we had the trails to ourselves until mid afternoon. Foliage is past peak up there but looking across to the Presidentials the colors were amazing. Eisenhower glowed with rusty reds from the rhodera and mosses that have turned color. Mt. Washington was awesome and we could see Clay, Adams and Jefferson. Looking westward we spent time identifying each of the layers of mountains all looking enticing for hikers.
We were met on the top by the resident grey jays and were surprsied to see a blue jay fly past as we ate our lunch. On the way down, stopping at the bog area for one last view we enjoyed the quiet until we hit the Crawford path. First a family from Europe with a plan to go round Jackson and down but who agreed that the hut might be a good goal as it was already almost 2pm and the children were tired. (I know that feeling!) Then 6 others, in different groups all making their way to the hut, some more slowly than others. I assured the slower ones they would still be there in time for cocktails!
Driving home, as we rounded Rt. 3 towards 93 we were fascinated to notice a cloud on the front of Cannon while the top of the mountain was in the sun. From there we had to stop several times for Silverfox to take photos as remarkable cloud formations were whirling through the notch. The wind was blowing at 40 mph and the temp. dropped 15 degrees. A distinct line could be seen with blue sky above as a front moved by us. A very unique experience, capping off a great day out for Finn, the dog and me.
Grumpygran.
