But today, up there on the old town road,
I came upon a sign, don’t know how new.
It called me down a path I never toed,
And without Moment’s pause, away I flew.

But today, up there on the old town road,
I came upon a sign, don’t know how new.
It called me down a path I never toed,
And without Moment’s pause, away I flew.
This morning I went, I thought somewhere new,
hunting a waterfall, gifting a view
It’s been a while since I needed to don spikes. I’m not sure exactly how long, but it feels like years. Well, for hiking anyway. Sometimes I’ve needed them to tread up a ski hill to watch my daughter race, but other than that, I haven’t had much cause. A series of health setbacks kept…
Way up there, saddled in the breeze,
nestled where most will never see,
lies a lake, a christening pool,
a gift from Heaven, seems to me.
In heart, we didn’t know,
but she knew.
One of my favorite hiking developments in recent months is finding more buddies to explore the White Mountains with.
One of the inevitabilities I’ve found when it comes to hiking is that no matter how experienced you are, or how good you get at it, you will eventually have a hiccup and take a wrong turn again.
I figured I’d take advantage of my grounded vessel to reflect on some of my most recent climbs. Chocorua seemed like a good place to start.