We drop Thom off at the Old Bridle Path parking lot, after spotting his car at the Whitehouse Trailhead (he is making up the 4 peaks that he missed on one of his 2 days off).
We leave the Wilderness Trail parking lot. There is no one around...
After dozens of tricky water crossings (many icy ones in the dark) over the past 10 days, Stinkyfeet manages to fall in to a 2 foot wide stream, landing directly on her backside. (She was lucky she was wearing Patagonia R1 tights, which were dry within 2 hours!)
Andrew catches up to us near the end of the Black Pond bushwhack. He jumps out from behind a tree and lets out this tremendous blood-curdling scream and scares the crap out of us.
We reach the bottom of the slide, and head up. The slide is icy, but there is enough exposed bare rock that we are able to safely climb it without using our crampons.
We reach the summit of Owl's Head, take a few pictures then head back down. Stinkyfeet vows that she will not be climbing this peak again any time soon...
We are back at the bottom of the slide. The river crossings after the Black Pond BW are high, but not much of a problem.
We arrive back to the Wilderness Trail parking lot. Andrew wishes us luck and we part ways.
We stop at Elvio's Pizza and stock up on pizza and soup for our ride over to Sawyer River Road. Frodo's 4Runner is now looking and smelling rough.
Stinkyfeet writes a note on a pizza stained paper plate and leaves it on Thom's windshield at the Whitehouse Trailhead, which he finds 5 minutes later.
We head down Sawyer River Road as the sun is setting, leaving our skis behind (we thought the Sawyer River Road would be in the same shape as the Wilderness Trail, which was just awful for skiing, but we were wrong)
We summit Mt Carrigain. It is a cold, windy, and snowy night. The snowflakes glisten in our headlamps as they fall around us. We both comment on how dismal it would be to be climbing these peaks at night, in winter, alone...
After an incredibly long slog down, we finally make it back to the truck. We discover that Thom had arrived earlier and is parked next to us sleeping. He wants to join us for our last peak, after spending the day climbing the Franconia Ridge.
We pull over at a gas station in Twin Mountain and take a 15 minute power nap. Frodo can barely drive...
We set off up the Starr King Trail. Thom and Cruddy Toes both join us for the finale.
We lose the windblown trail between Starr King and Waumbek. After about 15 minutes of the 4 of us meandering around and getting a compass bearing, Cruddy Toes finds the trail! You da man!
We reach the summit of Waumbek! We hug each other, take a few pictures, drink hot chocolate, then head down...
We are back to our car!
We have just completed the NH Winter 48 in 10 days, 22 hours, and 37 minutes, following the AMC 4000 footer winter rules (including stopping the clock back at the trailhead of the last peak)
Time to sleep!!!!!!!!
48 down, 0 to go...
Thom now has 35 down, and 13 to go, which he hopes to finish in the next week or so...