


New Hampshire’s White Mountains draw complaints from many Appalachian Trail thru-hikers, but attract legions of walkers seeking to enjoy the sights and challenges of day hikes. Known for its rugged, steep terrain, the area has been our home for six days as we climbed and descended five trails, leaving many more for next time.
The highest peak in the Northeast, Mount Washington offers more than 4,500 feet of ascent from its base and three ways to get to its 6,288-foot peak: on foot, on the cog railway, and by car. The climb was intimidating and the price tag of the train was too high, so Sue and I opted to drive our truck for $53—a fourth the cost of the train. It was a perfect day for 100-mile views after we squeezed by descending vehicles on the harrowingly narrow, cliffside road.
Later, at Mount Washington’s eastern foot, we popped into the Pinkham Notch Visitor’s Center, the starting point for the Tuckerman Ravine trail to the top of Mount Washington. From a network of paths, we took the Liebskind’s Loop, which overlaps part of the Appalachian Trail and lifted us high enough for a spectacular view from Brad’s Bluff, still well below Mount Washington’s peak. Mount Washington also holds the record for the highest wind speed ever recorded: 231 miles per hour, in 1934.
Northern New Hampshire and the Whites offer a host of trails, including paths to many of the peaks in the area. The difficult terrain kept us from trying the longer and more challenging routes. We chatted with an AT thru hiker who had diverted from the AT to the Mount Washington peak.
“How are the Whites treating you?” I asked him.
He rolled his eyes. ”When I look behind me, I can’t believe what I climbed. This (Mount Washington) was actually easier than most of the others.”
As a somewhat naive 13-year-old who had read a Colin Fletcher book and thought yes, I could do this, I signed up for a four-day church camp backpacking trip in the Presidents. Oh. My. Goodness. In retrospect I learned a lot – that I was out of shape and had all the wrong gear, mainly. The best part was the Presidential Traverse because while the view was good and we climbed a few peaks, it was all along one ridge so it didn’t half kill me like the ascent up Mt. Washington. The good news is that when my own son was 13, I decided to try backpacking again, and to do it right this time. We had hiked and camped a lot together with the Boy Scouts, and I knew better than to do anything other than a modest one-night trip to start – so that’s what we did and now the both of us are hooked. So it all ended up great in the end! But that trip to the Whites in 1985 – that kicked my posterior and then some. It was very humbling!
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Nice story. If I lived in the area, I would like ro try some of the presidential peaks. Thanks for stopping by my blog and sharing your adventure.
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I’ve hiked a few of the Presidentials, but not for years. My brother hiked the AT, my dad hiked all 40 4,000 footers… and I hiked my share of them. It’s what we did as a family growing up, and I have such fond memories of it all. My husband and I bring our kids to the White Mountains ever summer, but we’ve yet to tackle hiking any of them. I look forward to them growing stronger and being able to start their own hiking adventures. 🙂
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