McRat
New member
I have another week before I can attempt my final peak on the NH4K list. I can hardly wait to get out, and have been thinking about hiking almost constantly.
One to go... What a long strange trip it has been.
Over a hundred hours, hundreds of dollars and thousands of miles of driving.
I've been cut, bruised, chafed, sprained, and blistered. I've been held at gunpoint, gotten drunk, hiked in the dark and took a stick in the eye, and drove back in two hours - all to get frickin' Waumbek before sunrise and spring.
I've had a friend break his ankle and pass out on the trail, three miles from Appalachia lot. I've bonked the entire length of the Garfield ridge trail. Multiple electronic devices got fried by EMP as I made a terrified dash from the summit of Moosilauke during a thunderstorm.
I've been charged by grouse, offered as a feast to the mosquitoes, and got spider webs in my beard. I've dodged deer on the highway when they appear almost magically in the twilight. I've stepped in moose poop.
I've been sunburned and dehydrated in the heat of summer and spent nights shivering in a shelter hoping for sleep. I've soared through the air at high speed when I discovered that swissbobs and crampons do not work well together. I have glissaded both intentionally and otherwise. I've experienced the Clivus.
Then again, I've been on the Bonds in perfect weather so it all balances out.
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My posts are verbose enough without me listing all the wonderful people, places and moments on this quest. I'll won't try your patience by recounting them all. Suffice to say, the journey has been one of my favorite endeavors - a labor of love.
I can also honestly admit that I wouldn't have traveled so far had it not been for you, my fellow hikers. The thriving online community has provided countless valuable advice, encouragement, sympathy, trail conditions, and hiking partners. I'm also grateful to a surprisingly large amount of people - ranging from those unknown hikers who break the trail ahead; to the many people I am proud to call friends.
Even when I'm unable to hike or stuck in my windowless office, I've enjoyed countless hours reading the many trip reports and posts from all the interesting characters here.
Thanks to all of you.
I'm looking forward to seeing how this adventure finishes. Hopefully, I'll put North Twin under my boots next weekend and get my patch.
If not, you all get a second North Twin trip report - absolutely free.
One to go... What a long strange trip it has been.
Over a hundred hours, hundreds of dollars and thousands of miles of driving.
I've been cut, bruised, chafed, sprained, and blistered. I've been held at gunpoint, gotten drunk, hiked in the dark and took a stick in the eye, and drove back in two hours - all to get frickin' Waumbek before sunrise and spring.
I've had a friend break his ankle and pass out on the trail, three miles from Appalachia lot. I've bonked the entire length of the Garfield ridge trail. Multiple electronic devices got fried by EMP as I made a terrified dash from the summit of Moosilauke during a thunderstorm.
I've been charged by grouse, offered as a feast to the mosquitoes, and got spider webs in my beard. I've dodged deer on the highway when they appear almost magically in the twilight. I've stepped in moose poop.
I've been sunburned and dehydrated in the heat of summer and spent nights shivering in a shelter hoping for sleep. I've soared through the air at high speed when I discovered that swissbobs and crampons do not work well together. I have glissaded both intentionally and otherwise. I've experienced the Clivus.
Then again, I've been on the Bonds in perfect weather so it all balances out.
- - - - - -
My posts are verbose enough without me listing all the wonderful people, places and moments on this quest. I'll won't try your patience by recounting them all. Suffice to say, the journey has been one of my favorite endeavors - a labor of love.
I can also honestly admit that I wouldn't have traveled so far had it not been for you, my fellow hikers. The thriving online community has provided countless valuable advice, encouragement, sympathy, trail conditions, and hiking partners. I'm also grateful to a surprisingly large amount of people - ranging from those unknown hikers who break the trail ahead; to the many people I am proud to call friends.
Even when I'm unable to hike or stuck in my windowless office, I've enjoyed countless hours reading the many trip reports and posts from all the interesting characters here.
Thanks to all of you.
I'm looking forward to seeing how this adventure finishes. Hopefully, I'll put North Twin under my boots next weekend and get my patch.
If not, you all get a second North Twin trip report - absolutely free.