a foot of snow, 30+mph winds, 20°F temperature--that's almost winter!
bill, my co-father-in-law, called me last week and wondered if i would be interested in an adventure with a guest that was coming to visit. i am always up for something like that, so i signed up. he called mid-week to schedule something for thursday. we decided on a hike. just in case, i sent the baumbucks a favorite weather site, specific to the mtn you want to go up.

i packed for cold and snow and went over thursday morning. myron and bill were eating breakfast and i snuck a piece of french toast. i gave myron a choice of 7, 8, or 10 miles with a brief description of the trails. the long one with a bit of a slog at the bottom. the short one with a longer drive to the trail head. the middle one sustained steepness and well maintained because it is the AT as well. he went for 8, steeper, shorter, and bill's favorite trail on moosilaukee--glenncliff / AT.

i hadn't been on the glenncliff in a long time but i figured i could find it alright. myron got his gear together and we headed out. bill saw us off with the classic line, "don't forget to show him the missile--'in god we trust, but just in case!'" i got the reference, but it wasn't until he saw it that myron had any idea.
we stopped for a picture of "a real redstone ballistic missile" and i caught site of a marker that honored norris cotton, a us representative and senator, and warren native. i had read or heard somewhere that it was put there to honor alan shepard--which seems odd as he was born in derry. but the redstone rocket also carried the first us astronaut into space. i guess it mattered who you were rooting for.
back on the highway, we headed for glencliff home where the trail takes off. i 'booted' up in the parking lot--it was definitely not going to be croc weather up top. we both de-layered some, shouldered our packs and started hiking.
the first bit of trail goes gently up an old farm road through a few fields, past ancient apples, and the stone foundation of a long gone house. about a half mile up the hurricane trail goes right and we go left. soon after that split, i notice i am huffing and puffing, scrambling hard to keep up with myron, thinking this must be how pam feels following me. just as i was going to suggest he save a little gas in the tank he stops and turns, "i should stop sprinting!" that worked for me.

the higher we got, the more the snow accumulated. after a while, it was a pretty much all white save for a protected spot or two. going along at a reasonable pace, i was enjoying the 'local view' and was able to snap a picture.
up not too higher, as it got deeper & steeper, i snapped another. it kept deepening & steepening. myron stopped shortly after and took a selfie with both of us looking like we had almost been exerting ourselves. i do remember him saying, "smile koby." the open mouth was my poor attempt.


we kept going up. at one point i assured him that there was a ridge above us and we would get there. the glencliff / AT runs into the carriage road and they all go together for about a mile to the summit. half of that is through a slot of short spruce and half out in the open alpine zone. myron's picture looks down the carriage road.
i ski by this junction coming up and going down on the carriage road, but have never pointed them down glenncliff. now i remember why. it would take a significant dump to navigate with any hope of not bashing into trees at high speed.
we continued toward the top after water and a bite of an energy bar. as we got out of the trees we felt the full force of the wind in our faces that had been raging above us. following the rimed up cairns and post-holing through some knee high drifts, we passed two other groups of two. the first just looked at us and smiled, or maybe that was a grimace. the second seemed a bit confused coming off the summit and was asking where the carriage trail was. not always the best sign in these conditions.
we took a second to snap a photo after i brushed of the summit sign.
the wind pushed us back down the exposed part. my anemometer read 20-30mph steady, with gust into the 40s. you could call that a good stiff breeze and as it was blowing snow too, we were happy to get back into the trees along the ridge.
it dawned on me that myron had been living and working in panama until sunday. i was guessing it was still high humidity, and around 30°C near the equator--that's a big change from -6 or -7°C, snow, and wind here. he confirmed that.
we passed the confused group on their way down. this time they asked how far it was to the snapper trail. a bit sketchy, but the group in front of them had left boot marks and at least they were on the carriage road now. if they missed the snapper it would be a long way out, but doable.
back on glenncliff and descending, i stopped thinking about them and concentrated on not tripping over the rocks and roots under the fluffy, slippery snow. between seasons like this that is a definite issue. my friend mariel broke her wrist last week on mount chocorua--she and kevin had just gotten home from hiking the whole of the PCT, from mexico to canada!
we made i all the way down without injury. after a bit of cheese & apple, with a cup of hot tea, myron admitted to at one point wondering "what the hell am i doing this for?" but as we pulled out of the parking lot, he announced, "i am happy we did that!"
to me that sounds like an endorsement to 'go outside and play!'
bill, my co-father-in-law, called me last week and wondered if i would be interested in an adventure with a guest that was coming to visit. i am always up for something like that, so i signed up. he called mid-week to schedule something for thursday. we decided on a hike. just in case, i sent the baumbucks a favorite weather site, specific to the mtn you want to go up.

i packed for cold and snow and went over thursday morning. myron and bill were eating breakfast and i snuck a piece of french toast. i gave myron a choice of 7, 8, or 10 miles with a brief description of the trails. the long one with a bit of a slog at the bottom. the short one with a longer drive to the trail head. the middle one sustained steepness and well maintained because it is the AT as well. he went for 8, steeper, shorter, and bill's favorite trail on moosilaukee--glenncliff / AT.

i hadn't been on the glenncliff in a long time but i figured i could find it alright. myron got his gear together and we headed out. bill saw us off with the classic line, "don't forget to show him the missile--'in god we trust, but just in case!'" i got the reference, but it wasn't until he saw it that myron had any idea.
we stopped for a picture of "a real redstone ballistic missile" and i caught site of a marker that honored norris cotton, a us representative and senator, and warren native. i had read or heard somewhere that it was put there to honor alan shepard--which seems odd as he was born in derry. but the redstone rocket also carried the first us astronaut into space. i guess it mattered who you were rooting for.
back on the highway, we headed for glencliff home where the trail takes off. i 'booted' up in the parking lot--it was definitely not going to be croc weather up top. we both de-layered some, shouldered our packs and started hiking.
the first bit of trail goes gently up an old farm road through a few fields, past ancient apples, and the stone foundation of a long gone house. about a half mile up the hurricane trail goes right and we go left. soon after that split, i notice i am huffing and puffing, scrambling hard to keep up with myron, thinking this must be how pam feels following me. just as i was going to suggest he save a little gas in the tank he stops and turns, "i should stop sprinting!" that worked for me.

the higher we got, the more the snow accumulated. after a while, it was a pretty much all white save for a protected spot or two. going along at a reasonable pace, i was enjoying the 'local view' and was able to snap a picture.
up not too higher, as it got deeper & steeper, i snapped another. it kept deepening & steepening. myron stopped shortly after and took a selfie with both of us looking like we had almost been exerting ourselves. i do remember him saying, "smile koby." the open mouth was my poor attempt.


we kept going up. at one point i assured him that there was a ridge above us and we would get there. the glencliff / AT runs into the carriage road and they all go together for about a mile to the summit. half of that is through a slot of short spruce and half out in the open alpine zone. myron's picture looks down the carriage road.
i ski by this junction coming up and going down on the carriage road, but have never pointed them down glenncliff. now i remember why. it would take a significant dump to navigate with any hope of not bashing into trees at high speed.
we continued toward the top after water and a bite of an energy bar. as we got out of the trees we felt the full force of the wind in our faces that had been raging above us. following the rimed up cairns and post-holing through some knee high drifts, we passed two other groups of two. the first just looked at us and smiled, or maybe that was a grimace. the second seemed a bit confused coming off the summit and was asking where the carriage trail was. not always the best sign in these conditions.
we took a second to snap a photo after i brushed of the summit sign.
the wind pushed us back down the exposed part. my anemometer read 20-30mph steady, with gust into the 40s. you could call that a good stiff breeze and as it was blowing snow too, we were happy to get back into the trees along the ridge.
it dawned on me that myron had been living and working in panama until sunday. i was guessing it was still high humidity, and around 30°C near the equator--that's a big change from -6 or -7°C, snow, and wind here. he confirmed that.
we passed the confused group on their way down. this time they asked how far it was to the snapper trail. a bit sketchy, but the group in front of them had left boot marks and at least they were on the carriage road now. if they missed the snapper it would be a long way out, but doable.
back on glenncliff and descending, i stopped thinking about them and concentrated on not tripping over the rocks and roots under the fluffy, slippery snow. between seasons like this that is a definite issue. my friend mariel broke her wrist last week on mount chocorua--she and kevin had just gotten home from hiking the whole of the PCT, from mexico to canada!
we made i all the way down without injury. after a bit of cheese & apple, with a cup of hot tea, myron admitted to at one point wondering "what the hell am i doing this for?" but as we pulled out of the parking lot, he announced, "i am happy we did that!"
to me that sounds like an endorsement to 'go outside and play!'




















