Ridgewalker
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Yesterday Ray and I tagged Owl's Head. The two of us began our hike around nine in the morning. As we walked along the Lincoln Woods trail we were treated to solitude and an array of fall colors. The trail was blanketed in leaves like icing on a cake that day. The hike to the Owl's Head path was quite straightforward. We breathed the fall mountain air and it rejunventated our lungs. I had not been in this area for two years and the last visit to the Pemi was when I hiked the Bonds, in preparation for a scout trip to Philmont in New Mexico.
Today would have been a photographer's delight. I regretted not having my camera as I could not find the charger the night before
We crossed the bridge into the Pemi, the heart of the Whites. As we walked further and further into the dense tree cover, it brought us closer to our destination. At the junction of Lincoln Brook and Franconia Brook trails we consulted the map for the necessary stream crossings (about four).
Our first major crossing was tricky. However the other crossings were managable. At one point we saw implements reminiscent of the logging days.
The sun was out and we spotted mountain ash and ferns dotting the Lincoln Brook Trail. The trail was covered in red leaves like a royal carpet that crinkled under our feet. We dodged a few blowdowns on the way to the Owl's Head path. Ray and I had a quick lunch before negotiating the slide.
The two of us hiked boldly like two explorers, not knowing what quite lay ahead . I was just pleased to be out on the trails sharing it with Ray after a long haitus of hiking.
We climbed up the infamous slide. We had to stop frequently to rest. We had beautiful views of the Franconia Ridge, bathed in a pastel of autumn colors. The Lincoln Slide was visable during this partly cloudy day.
As we climbed up the slide, scree slipped beneath our feet and rolled downhill. This was no easy climb, I'll admit. At times we crawled up the mountain on our hands and knees. At last we stood erect in the tree cover. The summit beckoned as we navigated through the blowdowns.Three iron spikes nailed to a tree and a small cairn nearby told us this was the summit area.
We descended with caution. The completion of this isolaton peak made me feel that I had lived. We arrived at Lincoln Woods with the dying sun, satisfied and fatigued. To top it off we had a bacon cheese burger pizza at Besta One in Lincoln.
48's done:
Ray- 42
Ridgewalker-27
Today would have been a photographer's delight. I regretted not having my camera as I could not find the charger the night before
We crossed the bridge into the Pemi, the heart of the Whites. As we walked further and further into the dense tree cover, it brought us closer to our destination. At the junction of Lincoln Brook and Franconia Brook trails we consulted the map for the necessary stream crossings (about four).
Our first major crossing was tricky. However the other crossings were managable. At one point we saw implements reminiscent of the logging days.
The sun was out and we spotted mountain ash and ferns dotting the Lincoln Brook Trail. The trail was covered in red leaves like a royal carpet that crinkled under our feet. We dodged a few blowdowns on the way to the Owl's Head path. Ray and I had a quick lunch before negotiating the slide.
The two of us hiked boldly like two explorers, not knowing what quite lay ahead . I was just pleased to be out on the trails sharing it with Ray after a long haitus of hiking.
We climbed up the infamous slide. We had to stop frequently to rest. We had beautiful views of the Franconia Ridge, bathed in a pastel of autumn colors. The Lincoln Slide was visable during this partly cloudy day.
As we climbed up the slide, scree slipped beneath our feet and rolled downhill. This was no easy climb, I'll admit. At times we crawled up the mountain on our hands and knees. At last we stood erect in the tree cover. The summit beckoned as we navigated through the blowdowns.Three iron spikes nailed to a tree and a small cairn nearby told us this was the summit area.
We descended with caution. The completion of this isolaton peak made me feel that I had lived. We arrived at Lincoln Woods with the dying sun, satisfied and fatigued. To top it off we had a bacon cheese burger pizza at Besta One in Lincoln.
48's done:
Ray- 42
Ridgewalker-27
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