Mizpah Hut heading for Zealand Falls Hut
It was a pretty easy day even with the 13 or so miles. All except for the mile just before crossing rte 302. I had hoped to pass the Wiley house. It was listed in my guide book and it looked like a kind of way station from Webster cliffs. I was hankering for a piece of pie but I think it was actually just a info stop for cars.
It rained like crazy last night and in the morning everything was soaking wet --rocks were really slippery. The biggest hazard was the wind. Almost lost my hat. The 0700 weather report from Mt Washington called for gusts up to 50 mph. There seems to be quite a bubble of nobo's coming through . The trail into Zealand falls was either planks or boards. As I passed the trail leading off to Thoreau falls and the one leading off to Ethan pond shelter I have a wicked déjà vu recollection if planning a winter hike to do this loop. I don't recall the trek being particularly successful or anything but cold. There may have been frozen sardines involved. That was when my blue mummy EMS sleeping bag was brand new. I still have that bag in the cellar. I got to the hut around 430 and immediately jumped in the River and washed everything. My socks are still damp. The place was packed and there was some bunk reassignment to accommodate someone's discomfort over coed bunk spaces. Which by the way are stacked 4 high. The top one actually having more room to spread out wet clothes. On my midnight sojourn to the clivus toilets I was amazed at the stars from the front porch. And sunrise was a great show too. There's all kinds of odd people hiking. One fellow was carrying about a five hundred pound pack. It was humoingus. He said he was doing it to fix his back and get off pain meds…. The people you meet in the huts are the same people you'd meet on a schooner ride out of Camden. Nice enough but sort of cut from the same tourist cloth.
Today should be interesting. I think it is less than 7 miles to my next hut but everyone says it is a difficult transit. Even Madison was 1 mph I can't imagine what this could be. And my pack is only about 20 pounds. The heaviest item is water. I just can't bring myself to open that jug of peanut butter and tortillas for lunch. I've been doing pop tarts bars and crackers and snickers bars and prunes for my midday meal.
It was a pretty easy day even with the 13 or so miles. All except for the mile just before crossing rte 302. I had hoped to pass the Wiley house. It was listed in my guide book and it looked like a kind of way station from Webster cliffs. I was hankering for a piece of pie but I think it was actually just a info stop for cars.
It rained like crazy last night and in the morning everything was soaking wet --rocks were really slippery. The biggest hazard was the wind. Almost lost my hat. The 0700 weather report from Mt Washington called for gusts up to 50 mph. There seems to be quite a bubble of nobo's coming through . The trail into Zealand falls was either planks or boards. As I passed the trail leading off to Thoreau falls and the one leading off to Ethan pond shelter I have a wicked déjà vu recollection if planning a winter hike to do this loop. I don't recall the trek being particularly successful or anything but cold. There may have been frozen sardines involved. That was when my blue mummy EMS sleeping bag was brand new. I still have that bag in the cellar. I got to the hut around 430 and immediately jumped in the River and washed everything. My socks are still damp. The place was packed and there was some bunk reassignment to accommodate someone's discomfort over coed bunk spaces. Which by the way are stacked 4 high. The top one actually having more room to spread out wet clothes. On my midnight sojourn to the clivus toilets I was amazed at the stars from the front porch. And sunrise was a great show too. There's all kinds of odd people hiking. One fellow was carrying about a five hundred pound pack. It was humoingus. He said he was doing it to fix his back and get off pain meds…. The people you meet in the huts are the same people you'd meet on a schooner ride out of Camden. Nice enough but sort of cut from the same tourist cloth.
Today should be interesting. I think it is less than 7 miles to my next hut but everyone says it is a difficult transit. Even Madison was 1 mph I can't imagine what this could be. And my pack is only about 20 pounds. The heaviest item is water. I just can't bring myself to open that jug of peanut butter and tortillas for lunch. I've been doing pop tarts bars and crackers and snickers bars and prunes for my midday meal.
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