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I've been holding this in for too long. I have to make a confession, and I know this will prevent me from ever attaining that "hardcore hiker" status I so intensely long for. Here it is...I'm just gonna say it...I love the summit of Mt. Washington in the summer. Whew! I feel so much better.
I've hiked up several times, and never once have I gotten to the top and regretted seeing all the people there. Unless someone just flew in this morning from Neptune and didn't have time to do even the most basic research on the mountain about to be climbed, I don't understand how that person can get to the top and be surprised and upset that there are buildings and (even more unsettling) non-hikers.
I like seeing "the fat old lady in high heels", which is a description I've read in several places. I like to see her staring wide-eyed across the Great Gulf at the northern presidentials. I like to see the look on her face when she asks the hiker at the next table that age-old question, "Did you really walk up here?"
I like seeing the little dudes bouncing down the rocks ahead of their worried mothers, moving toward the west so they can look at the Lakes of the Clouds Hut, which looks like a toy house from that distance. I like seeing the looks on their faces when they see the choo-choo train coming up the tracks making that whistling noise.
I like seeing people on the observation deck pointing all around, trying to identify the surrounding peaks, and laughing about how cold and windy it is compared to the valley.
I like to see people enjoying mountains, forests, waterfalls, etc. I don't care if they drove to the top. For many of them, and for various reasons, that's the only way they'll ever get the chance to see it. I say good for them for enjoying the beautiful scenery from the roof of the northeast. If I want solitude, I can find it in dozens and dozens of other places in the Whites.
p.s. I had the following conversation once with a hiker who was bemoaning the state of the Mt. Washington summit.
"I hate all the commercialization up there."
"When you hiked up there, did you use the restroom?"
"Yes."
"Did you fill your water bottles?"
"Yes."
"Did you buy a snack?"
"Yes."
I've hiked up several times, and never once have I gotten to the top and regretted seeing all the people there. Unless someone just flew in this morning from Neptune and didn't have time to do even the most basic research on the mountain about to be climbed, I don't understand how that person can get to the top and be surprised and upset that there are buildings and (even more unsettling) non-hikers.
I like seeing "the fat old lady in high heels", which is a description I've read in several places. I like to see her staring wide-eyed across the Great Gulf at the northern presidentials. I like to see the look on her face when she asks the hiker at the next table that age-old question, "Did you really walk up here?"
I like seeing the little dudes bouncing down the rocks ahead of their worried mothers, moving toward the west so they can look at the Lakes of the Clouds Hut, which looks like a toy house from that distance. I like seeing the looks on their faces when they see the choo-choo train coming up the tracks making that whistling noise.
I like seeing people on the observation deck pointing all around, trying to identify the surrounding peaks, and laughing about how cold and windy it is compared to the valley.
I like to see people enjoying mountains, forests, waterfalls, etc. I don't care if they drove to the top. For many of them, and for various reasons, that's the only way they'll ever get the chance to see it. I say good for them for enjoying the beautiful scenery from the roof of the northeast. If I want solitude, I can find it in dozens and dozens of other places in the Whites.
p.s. I had the following conversation once with a hiker who was bemoaning the state of the Mt. Washington summit.
"I hate all the commercialization up there."
"When you hiked up there, did you use the restroom?"
"Yes."
"Did you fill your water bottles?"
"Yes."
"Did you buy a snack?"
"Yes."