Hey everybody, Jill here bringing you a recap of our weekend trip to Mt. Madison
in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Let's just say our trip didn't go quite as we envisioned it. The pictures below are a clue that
the cold, wet weather was just a teeny little factor. Predicted intermittent showers turned into downpours Friday night and consistent rain
and fog Saturday afternoon.
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How was it? Cold. Cold and wet. Cold, wet, and slippery. Tag on really pretty and that basically covers the trip.
When we got there Friday night it was raining, when we woke up on Saturday it was slightly raining. When we got to
the base of Mount Madison it wasn't raining but little did we know :P |
At first, everything was going great. Yea it was a bit foggy but that just made the whole adventure even more cool.
And although you can't see it that well, the rain made the river running under this bridge look like a really great
white water rafting course (if only the water was deeper).
As for the temperature, it wasn't that bad at all.
Considering how much we were moving around, at one point I was down to just one layer.
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We took the Great Gulf Trail, which borders the Great Gulf Wilderness,
and the Osgood Trail, which is the oldest trail used to ascend Mt. Madison and is part of the Appalachian Trail.
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Let me say now, I can run a seven minute mile, but that's if the terrain is flat. It took us nearly two and
half hours to hike two miles. Trust me, the runner in me was crying loudly. However, when the trail looks
like this, you can see why it might have taken us so long.
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Our joy of finally getting above the tree line was incredibly short lived since that was when Mr. Rain Cloud decided
to unload on us! Perhaps thirty minutes later we'd find ourselves shivering in wind, unrelenting rain and, yes, hail.
By that point I was way too cold to take any good photos of the peaks. Yes I say peaks because before you reach the
top of Mount Madison, you have to cross twelve mini peaks first. I think our party got past three or four before
wisely turning tail and making a run for it. Getting to the top would have been cool, but not worth getting
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I was soo cold... just like every body else! When we finally reached the bottom of the mountain, everyone
agreed that we couldn't stand another minute, let alone another night. We raced back to camp, literally tossed
everything into the van, and hit the road out of there. Even with the heater roaring on high, the cold refused
to leave my bones and my hair remained wet for hours! And do you want to hear the worst part? So the whole drive
back to Worcester, all five hours, our van was pelted by rain. We reached the outskirts of Worcester and suddenly, no more
rain! It was like the storm had done its deed and turned around back to New Hampshire.
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