I can’t lie to you. The White Mountains took a toll on me. I rolled into Gorham, NH yesterday tired, sore, and weighing 128 pounds. I’ve been resting, eating, and being thankful for the great weather I had.
I’ve eaten an obscene amount of food – including some great bolete mushrooms we harvested (and some blueberries).
Staying at this beautiful hostel
Reunited with my friend , the conductor, who I have not seen in 3 months
Saw some beautiful things on the way in to Gorham
Stumps serving as substrate for young trees
Mica deposits in many of the local granite
A few treats in the hostel
I summitted quite a few of these. The White Mountains have thrilled and humbled me.
Enjoying the rest – looking forward to Maine.
Heading northeast from the Presidential range, I reconnected with an old friend, Conductor, who I had not seen in several months.
We climbed Wildcat Ridge and looked back at (from left to right) Mounts Washington, Jefferson, Adams, and Madison, which I had climbed with Jojo the day before:
Many nice views from the fudged including Wildcat ski resort gondola and Carter Notch AMC Hut
The hut far below
And a few mushrooms
Fortunately, another fine weather day.
Planning to visit Gorham, NH today