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is through a forest wilderness.
- John Muir
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In
New Hampshire there is a club called the 4,000-Footers Club of the White
Mountains - sponsored by the Appalachian Mountain Club. One's task
as a member, is to climb the 48 mountains in N.H., all of which are over
4,000 feet in elevation. I started my trek in 1980 and finished in 1995.
There were many years I did not climb, but it was a goal I never lost
sight of.
Some of my memorable events were:
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I saw
three moose on the Ammonoosuc Ravine Trail. They looked at us just
as much as we looked at them. Other animals seen: turkeys, jackrabbits,
quail and many other bird varieties.
In
summer of 1995, I did a two night stay at Galehead hut with my girlfriend
Shar. We climbed to West Bond, and Bond. It was her first hike
ever, she did terrific and I will always remember the jokes "Oh girlfriend,
do you have your red pumps ready". We laughed and laughed that week
end. She broke in her new "Peter Limmer" boots that week-end.
Hand made in Intervale, New Hampshire and those boots are known world
wide. Maybe someday I'll have a pair :o)
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Was
hiking with a group and we got lost. We were attacked and stung by
yellow jackets and ended on a summit called Fool Killer. There was an
old jar with a pencil and we signed our names (some pretty old entries
here). At least we had not been alone.... We were attempting the
Tripyramids with high rivers that day. Some fell in, but I was
escorted across :o) by someone who's feet were already wet! Thanks guys.
Climbed
Owls head in a day (1993) - started at 8:00 in the morning and pulled out
about 8:00 that evening, I had to convince myself to keep walking that
day...... dead feet ......about 18 miles.
Was
followed by a Gray Jay, a 10" bird, on the way to Mt. Moriah (1993), who
only wanted food from us ..... and it ate out of our hand.
Stayed
over night at the Imp shelter (1993) and shared it with a high school "Survival
Group". It was so cold that night, that within an hour the water froze
in a cooking pan. To keep warm, the entire bunch of us were in our
sleeping bags and ready for bed at 7:00 that night. Thanks Bob - who
wanted to climb even though it was snowing that day.
Took
my fishing pole on an overnighter, 1993 - and fished the Wild River
for trout. This trip was to Carter Dome. Had quite a few brookies
for breakfast the next few mornings. So sweet and tasty they were.
Jefferson
was my first mountain climbed - elevation 5,712 feet - I am scared of heights,
however, it was so cloudy that day I could not see but 6 feet in front
of me. When I finally reached the top, the weather cleared and I could not
believe the view below and what I had accomplished. From here,
not only was I addicted to climbing, but I ventured forth and climbed Mt
Clay and the highest peak - Mt. Washington - 6,288 ft. It is a climb
I did in July of 1980 and I thank you so much Daryl for that day. I
will never forget it, and I wish I knew where you were so I could tell you
that I made all 48 :o)
I
am not a winter climber (some have climbed all 48 in winter only, which
is another club) but in December of 1982, the weather climbed into the 70's
which I believe set a record that day. Well guess where I was - climbing
Mt Hale that day, thanks Ernie, that was a lot of fun.
In
Sept. 1981, climbed with Alan and Linda. They brought their baby raccoon
with them. We had a scare when the raccoon became dehydrated and we
all had to work hard to get fluid into it. This was an overnighter
to North Twin.
I
love the N.H. hut system, and in 1992, stayed in three of the huts - I
did a hut to hut hike, Mizpah to Zealand, and then to Galehead. Had
a great time and met some marvelous friends. I was able to help my
friends as I had arranged for someone to pick me up and take me to my car
which was about 25 miles away (and so were theirs).
Best
view of Mt. Washington was my climb to Mt. Isolation in 1995.
I camped out at Shelter 2. Sleeping was nice because there was a stream
near by and it sang you to dreamland. I met a couple of people while
hiking that day that had only a few mountains to finish their 4,000
footer trek. This was my next to last mountain.
I
have been fortunate in that I have a pair of trustworthy hiking boots (bought
them in 1980 and I still use them today - they were very inexpensive).
Never needed breaking in - even on the first hike of the year. Well
in 1992, I bought an expensive pair and started out to climb South Twin
with Robert W. Well by the end of the day my feet hurt so bad, that
I wanted to finish the last few miles in stocking feet. I never used
those boots again for a long hike. I think I danced a jig with relief
when I was finally able to take those boots off.
In
1992 I was hiking with my friend JoAnne. We were coming down from Mt.
Zealand. I had with me my most trusted hiking stick (since 1981).
It had been up every mountain with me. Well we had quite the ridge
to slide down on our fanny's. I threw my hiking stick down ahead of
me. I was very concerned in helping JoAnne down, so I helped her and
forgot about my stick. All of a sudden both of us heard this huge snap.
I had stepped on my own stick and broke it in half. I didn't know
whether to laugh or cry and neither did she. Needless to say, the
stick has been resting in my basement till I can figure how to put it back
together again (I carried my stick out). Thanks JoAnne
for laughing "with me".
My
most tiring climb was to Madison Hut in 1980. It was a very long climb,
and I had about 40 lbs on my back. There were many false summits and
I thought I was almost there quite a few times. I stayed overnight
and met some friends and climbed again with them in 81'. Had a
thunderstorm that night and the light show was absolutely marvelous and I
can still remember the echoing of the thunder through the mountains.
My
scariest hike (fear of heights) was hiking Mt. Lafayette and going over the
tiny ridge to Mt. Haystack. Well Haystack looked just like that, no
way around the top, just one big boulder. So I went over it on my hands
and knees :o) Also the ridge was very small and to me it was
only 12" wide........ I just put one foot in front of the other and unfortunately,
it was one day that I did not look at the views. It was like being
in the middle of nowhere.
My
last hike was to Bondcliff on 9/24/95. I think I saved this for last
as it was also the scariest for me. It derives its name from the fact
that It has many cliffs. I stayed away from all the ledges. This was
an overnighter, in from the Wilderness trail. I hiked in a bottle
of champagne and two plastic wine glasses (light). I also have an
old railroad bed spike as a souvenir of that trip. Before camping that
evening, a ranger stopped to visit. She gave us a mini lesson in bears,
as that area was highly posted of that fact. She wanted us to remain
safe and bear smart. Needless to say, even with two streams passing
by the tent, I did not sleep a wink! The next day while on the peak,
another couple arrived and we all gave a few cheers. They had already
completed not only the 4,000-Footers Club, but had gone on to finish the
New England Hundred Highest. They informed me that Bondcliff was their
favorite.
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I think I could goon
forever and ever with memories, as there are so many of them. I think
Mt. Washington is my favorite as I have climbed it the most (about 7 times).
It offers the best views, and the challenge to match. Also in the spring,
one of my favorite climbs is to Tuckerman's Ravine, ..... to be the greatest
spectator. Skiers/snow boarders off the edge..... and all I can say
is that it is a "totally awesome experience".
With all the crowds, the cheering, the picnics, I recommend it highly.......
and children love it..... my daughter has made a few and that is all she
talked about.
One does not climb
Mt. Washington without good preparation. It could be 70 degrees at
the base and 30 degrees at the summit with winds of 60 mph plus. I know,
I've been there, done that..... and with thunderstorms a great possibility,
turning back should also be in your game plan.
I have talked to many
that called it a day..... they had the sense to turn around. Many
have died on this mountain, it must be respected.
I turned around once,
it was a beautiful day, no snow at the base. As we climbed it got
very cold, snow was on the ground, and as we approached Lake of the Clouds
Hut (closed for the season), you could not see 6 feet in front of you and
the ground was total ice. If you didn't have ice crampons, or the knowledge
of ice, it could be a very dangerous venture. So turn around we did.
I remember that day, giving away an extra hat and pair of mittens.
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My madness for the
mountains is that, for me, it is a level of meditation. All of the
five senses are used to full capacity. The sense of smell is marvelous as one starts to reach above
tree line. Scrub pine is one of your first smells...... also while
hiking I have smelled blueberries and sure enough, that was when my sense
of taste was a great one to have. And
the sense of hearing, or sometimes should I
say - lack of sound. I can remember stopping and saying "listen" and
you can't even hear the wind blow....... or it is so quiet, I can hear a
tiny bee buzzing near by. I am a very curious observer so I tend to
touch many rocks, especially ones with shiny
mica. I also have a few rocks with garnet.
The greatest sense
is that of sight. Until you have been
on a mountain looking down, I can not describe it..... especially since the
overwhelming sense of accomplishment exists. In many ways you feel like
"On Top of the World". The entire trip is like
this, the serenity allows you to "take nature in", and appreciate it - to
cherish its very existence.
I love looking at
the white and pink lady slippers, moose tracks, and many of the alpine flowers.
It is truly amazing that, lichen continues to grow on the rocks. Many hikers
avoid stepping on it, knowing how fragile it is. Nature is respected by thousands of people who use
the trail systems in N.H. There isn't any trash on the trails and a
lady slipper just sits at the trail side waiting to show its beauty to all
who pass - totally undisturbed.
And rocks, I won't
tell you of all the rocks that came home in my pockets :o) In fact
for all my 4,000 footers climbed, I took a small rock from each summit.
I have all 48 labeled and placed in a glass case. My memories!!!!! My delight!!!!! My passion!!!!
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