Finally, I have stabbed Eisenhower through its heart…okay, I climbed it. But the first two times ended in failure. First time, I got a murderous headache and had to descend. The second time I set out in clear weather that became rain that became SNOW. Damn White Mountains.

THIS time, it was beautiful and clear and fantastic light. I’ve noticed that people tend to ask stupid questions on trails. I mean, here I am, slogging upwards on the trail. I step aside and let descending folks go (means I can take a sip of water and catch my breathe). Three separate times I got asked, “So, where you headed?”

“Well, just another 300 feet, then I figured I’d turn around and go home for the hell of it.”

“Mount Washington! Wait, this is Eisenhower?!”

“Up.”

Sheesh. I also saw a Forest Ranger making his way down the trail. Oh, speaking of law enforcement, I saw no less than four State Trooper speed traps. Their hiding spots are impressive–Troopers must’ve been amazing hide and seek players as kids.

And what IS it with tailgaters? I mean, the speed limit in Franconia Notch (also a narrow, windy two-lane road with random hikers on the shoulders) is 45 mph. This big ol’ Ford F-350 rides my ass the Entire Time. This is depite my hitting 60 to try and shake him. This Ford also had a trailer of four ATVs. *stabs ATVs*

…enough ranting. I’m tired. Look at the pictures instead.

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