Apparently I’m on vacation, because I’m at another Hut. What the actual fucque?
I got out of LOTC (which has apparently always been “Lakes”; I just managed to misread it for a decade or two, d’oh) at about 8 AM. Dear god. But I was only trying to get to treeline beyond Mt. Madison—roughly 9 miles—then find a stealth spot.
I didn’t make it. I made it roughly 7.5 miles in fog and rain (official visibility 104 feet; visibility with glasses, 10 feet 😀). Wet talus, high winds. I suck, but it was a hard day, and my bad knee is throbbing like hell. I stopped at Madison Hut for water, they surprisingly had a bunk, boom. I’ll do the wet talus descent in the morning, when I’m fresh and my knee’s had a chance to rest. Right now, I’m limping and wishing I could take vitamin I.
I’m picking up a resupply box tomorrow at Pinkham, then climbing the first Wildcat. And I might have a plan for device charging, the night after that. We’ll see. And wow, Maine in just a few days!
No pics. It was a rainy white-out all day. I couldn’t even find the trail up on Mt. Washington. (Then again, I couldn’t find the trail a lot today. I was all over Guthooks for most of the day, when it wasn’t rainy.)
OW, my knee! 😣 Just venting.
OK, it’s the next day! And I’m at the Pinkham lodge hostel. Cheaper than the huts, thank god, and I can recharge my electronics.
What a freaking day. Madison was terrible. Not scary, but slow and endless, foggy, with high winds. Not dreadfully high, but maybe 30, 35 mph gusts and 20, 25 steady. But it’s done. Madison is done. Forever.
At the moment I’ve still got 2 days in my piggy bank… barely. I can’t even think about it. I’ve got two funny bunkmates, my resupply is here, and tomorrow I’ll just go as far as I can. I should be able to get on trail by 7:30—late, but better than the Huts.
Wildcats! Also rain.