Monday, October 22, 2007

Twenty-one miles in under twenty-four hours.

Night winds that threatened to unstake the tent and hurl it into the Pemigewasset River (at least that's what it sounded like).

The equal-parts-victorious-and-derisive chattering of a crafty cabal of chipmunks who apparently spent the better part of the early morning chewing through my dry bag (and the enclosed ziplock bags) to pluck out cashews and dark-chocolate-covered edamame -- despite its being suspended ten feet in the air. (They warned us it was a busy bear season, but it's the cursed chipmunks we should have been worried about.)

All this and the kind of conversations that wait for you on quiet leaf-ridden trails -- that's what MacHarg and I found in the White Mountains this weekend.

(Well, that and the Hungry Man Breakfast at Peg's in Woodstock, NH: 3 eggs, 3 strips of bacon, 4 pieces of wheat toast, home fries and 2 pancakes with real maple syrup. We had to say no to the planned chocolate malt -- that's how filling it was.)

Who's ready for the next hike? And I won't even forget my headlamp this time. (No guarantees on Mike remembering his rain jacket, though.)


At Tue Oct 23, 01:48:00 PM CDT, Blogger David said...

Great photos, as usual.

Incidentally, my sister went backpacking in New Mexico a few years ago, and they liked to call the squirrels and other small fuzzy animals "mini-bears."

At Sat Oct 27, 08:50:00 AM CDT, Anonymous steph said...

This sounds like the Miner's Breakfast in Ely, minus the chicken-fried steak...bleargh.

At Sat Oct 27, 04:57:00 PM CDT, Blogger Queen Mab said...

sexy mo-fo's! hahaha! looks like good times. love! m


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