Pemi River seen from Whitehouse Bridge
I set off from the Whitehouse Trailhead parking area under grey skies but was still excited to finally attempt a winter 4000 footer. The trail was well packed so it made for easy snowshoeing. I was again caught off-guard by how unfamiliar this trail, which I had traversed twice already this past summer, looked when dressed in white.
The burning that starts in the calves on the steep section of the Liberty Spring Trail remained the same however, no matter what season it is, and I began to imagine how tiring it must feel to break trail on this particular stretch of trail. The tunnel of snow-laden branches that adorned the trail was a sight to behold.
After reaching the junction with the Franconia Ridge Trail, the summit is only three tenths of a mile further and I came out above the trees not much later. The incredibly cold and fast wind that the trees had previously been blocking came out in full force up here.
I added extra layers of clothing and marched on toward the summit, which was completely hidden from me, in the fog ahead. It was almost startling how fast the wind drifted snow, covering the tracks I was making almost as fast as I made them. The seriousness of the moment set in rather quickly as the summit appeared out of the fog much like the hull of the Titanic materializing out of the darkness of the ocean depths.
It was exhilarating to know that I was fully prepared to deal with these conditions that seemed so brutal, and even crazier still, I was enjoying it. I stood on the summit ledge staring into the fog from what is a very precipitous drop, not being able to see twenty feet in front of me but still enjoying the view.
A map of the route to Mt. Liberty; via Whitehouse, Liberty Spring
and Franconia Ridge Trails
See you next time!
and Franconia Ridge Trails
See you next time!
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