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HikerBob
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The optimist in me firmly believed the forecast that said the rain would stay to the south and that the Whites would be blessed with sunny conditions.
The optimist in me was not perturbed by 200 miles of slow driving in torrential rain in the wee hours of Saturday morning.
While sitting in the car at the Hancock Overlook with rain drumming on the roof the optimist in me was convinced it would stop before 9am which was the latest I would want to head out.
It didn't stop. Probably was a good thing I had Karen with me because had I been on my own the optimist in me would have had me out on the trail early in the sure knowledge that the rain would stop soon.
So, plan 'B' was to take an easy drive around through Crawford Notch to the Hale Brook trail to knock off one of the shorter, viewless 4ks. We drove, we bought hot drinks and pastries at Bretton Woods. We idled. It rained.
Plan 'C' ... drove home.
In Western Mass at least, Sunday was a whole different picture. Breezy, but blue skies peppered with fluffy, white clouds.
Called Karen and suggested we revisit a favourite local delight, Roaring Brook Falls. So off we went.
It may not be a 4k, it may not be a 'Great' lake, they may not be huge falls. But, as the saying goes 'Good things come in small packages' and so it is with the Mt Toby reservation north of Sunderland in Western Mass.
The curious can find pics starting HERE
Bob
The optimist in me was not perturbed by 200 miles of slow driving in torrential rain in the wee hours of Saturday morning.
While sitting in the car at the Hancock Overlook with rain drumming on the roof the optimist in me was convinced it would stop before 9am which was the latest I would want to head out.
It didn't stop. Probably was a good thing I had Karen with me because had I been on my own the optimist in me would have had me out on the trail early in the sure knowledge that the rain would stop soon.
So, plan 'B' was to take an easy drive around through Crawford Notch to the Hale Brook trail to knock off one of the shorter, viewless 4ks. We drove, we bought hot drinks and pastries at Bretton Woods. We idled. It rained.
Plan 'C' ... drove home.
In Western Mass at least, Sunday was a whole different picture. Breezy, but blue skies peppered with fluffy, white clouds.
Called Karen and suggested we revisit a favourite local delight, Roaring Brook Falls. So off we went.
It may not be a 4k, it may not be a 'Great' lake, they may not be huge falls. But, as the saying goes 'Good things come in small packages' and so it is with the Mt Toby reservation north of Sunderland in Western Mass.
The curious can find pics starting HERE
Bob
