TrishandAlex
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Lincoln Woods Trail, Osseo Trail, Franconia Ridge Trail.
11.2 miles roundtrip.
At long last, the final winter 4K hike! As is so often the case in the Whites, the weather was odd. Seven days earlier, Alex and I had ascended Mt. Washington in frigid temps and subzero windchills. For Flume, we got summit temps in the 40s and valley temps in the 60s. There is no such thing as predictable White Mountain weather.
Mike, a great fellow we met the previous week outside Lakes of the Clouds Hut, joined us, as did Mirabela and Isidora. Isidora is 8 years old and a fantastic hiker; we've shared trails with her before, once on Hale and once on the way to Jackson. We were happy to see this father-daughter duo again.
We made good time on the flat Lincoln Woods Trail...
...and soon arrived at the beginning of Osseo.
After a short break, we began the ascent.
After the rock steps, the snow became a soft, knee-deep mess. Alex and Sage did well enough without snowshoes when they kept to the middle of the forming monorail, but the adults postholed in spite of our 'shoes and Hugh had a just plain horrible time. He was wearing his Cheetahs instead of his usual bionic limbs. The Cheetahs are great for bare or packed trail, but they're horrible for deep, soft snow. I gave him a pair of the girls' snowshoes and, with some cords and tape borrowed from Mike and Mirabela, he attached them to his prosthetics.
Unfortunately, the snowshoes kept falling off. Hugh persevered, though his pace became extremely slow. His Cheetahs are thin and narrow; imagine trying to walk on stilts through mushy, knee-deep snow, and you might get a sense of what he had to deal with. He became worried about slowing us down and offered to turn back once he got to the ladders, but I knew how badly he wanted to be at the summit for Alex's finish, so I encouraged him to continue.
The ladders were covered with sinking snow; grip wasn't a problem.
View from the "View" --
We reached the upper, flatter portion of the trail and, again, Hugh had problems. The snow was soft and deep, and it was a real struggle for him to get through it. Our pace slowed tremendously; I told Mike, Mirabela, and Isidora to go ahead and wait for us on the summit. Hugh was tiring quickly and he began to worry he wouldn't make it to the top. He's a strong fellow, but it's not easy to hike up a mountain through miles of deep snow, especially if you don't have legs. Also, he recently had surgery on his neck. Also also, he'd just spent a good portion of the previous day climbing for a work-related project. Put all that together and you get one tired guy. However, I knew he'd forever regret it if he wasn't there for Alex's finish, so I told him to take his time and keep on truckin'. The day was warm, I had what we needed for a night out if it came to it, and the girls were going strong. We'd be okay.
We made it to the intersection with the Flume Slide Trail...
...and continued to treeline.
Mike, Mirabela, and Isidora had been waiting on the rocks just above the trees. When they heard us coming, they continued toward the summit.
Mt. Flume, Alex's 48th winter 4K!
Hugh and the girls...
Isidora, Alex, and Sage...
Alex and Sage with two new friends...
Views!
It was lovely and warm above treeline. We sat in the sunlight, conversed, shared food, and admired the views. Eventually, we picked ourselves up and made our way down.
Hugh's progress on the flat bits between the Flume Slide Trail and the Osseo ladders was, again, slow -- the snow was now even more mushy and he had to move carefully so as not to constantly sink. I told Mike, Mirabella, and Isidora that we didn't expect them to hike out with us, that it would be fine if they went ahead. They graciously insisted on staying with us, though. I was grateful to them for their company and support.
Life became much easier once we got to the ladders. From that point on, Hugh was able to butt-slide/sled until we ran out of snow. Once we got to the bare/spiny sections of trail, walking no longer became an issue.
We made it back to the trailhead just as the sun went down. Here's my brilliant "finish photo" -- one of these years, I'll learn how to use my flash...
Mirabela graciously stepped in and took the following...
Many congrats to all three young ladies for an excellent hike. Many, many thanks to Mike and Mirabela for their good company and help on the trail.
***
This has been a fun and worthwhile endeavor, but I did spend most of the last twelve weeks glued to various weather sites and losing a lot of sleep. Though I don't regret one second of our adventures, I'm happy I no longer have to obsess about wind chills and ice conditions and visibility.
Alex did good.
I've watched her grow from a six-year-old who could only winter hike on packed snow to a nine-year old who broke trail up closed Zealand Road and most of Mt. Hale. She used to depend on microspikes, now she's comfortable with Hillsound Pro Trail Crampons. She's learned how to stay covered during wind chill advisories, and she's not afraid of hiking in cold, stiff wind (she enjoys that, actually). Her endurance has increased to the point where 15-18 mountain miles feels routine. It's been fun, watching her grow and thrive in the mountains.
Each of our winter 4K hikes was its own adventure. Alex's three favorite winter 4Ks were Jefferson, Washington and Monroe. Her least favorite was East Osceola (so much work for a treed-in summit!).
Many thanks to Sage and Hugh, who have been consistently supportive. Sage accompanied me and Alex on six winter 4Ks this year; we loved having her with us!
Thanks also to Mike Robertson, who watched our dog, Max, while we hiked. We often made boarding arrangements at the last minute. Mike knew of and supported our quest; we appreciated his flexibility and understanding, and Max appreciated having a warm and fun place to stay.
Thanks to Tim, Val, and Rick, who watched Sage during the times she did not want to hike and Hugh was unavailable.
It's done! At least, for Alex. Sage now says she wants to do the winter 4Ks...if she doesn't change her mind, then I guess I'll be doing this all over again next year.
Lincoln Woods Trail, Osseo Trail, Franconia Ridge Trail.
11.2 miles roundtrip.
At long last, the final winter 4K hike! As is so often the case in the Whites, the weather was odd. Seven days earlier, Alex and I had ascended Mt. Washington in frigid temps and subzero windchills. For Flume, we got summit temps in the 40s and valley temps in the 60s. There is no such thing as predictable White Mountain weather.
Mike, a great fellow we met the previous week outside Lakes of the Clouds Hut, joined us, as did Mirabela and Isidora. Isidora is 8 years old and a fantastic hiker; we've shared trails with her before, once on Hale and once on the way to Jackson. We were happy to see this father-daughter duo again.
We made good time on the flat Lincoln Woods Trail...
...and soon arrived at the beginning of Osseo.
After a short break, we began the ascent.
After the rock steps, the snow became a soft, knee-deep mess. Alex and Sage did well enough without snowshoes when they kept to the middle of the forming monorail, but the adults postholed in spite of our 'shoes and Hugh had a just plain horrible time. He was wearing his Cheetahs instead of his usual bionic limbs. The Cheetahs are great for bare or packed trail, but they're horrible for deep, soft snow. I gave him a pair of the girls' snowshoes and, with some cords and tape borrowed from Mike and Mirabela, he attached them to his prosthetics.
Unfortunately, the snowshoes kept falling off. Hugh persevered, though his pace became extremely slow. His Cheetahs are thin and narrow; imagine trying to walk on stilts through mushy, knee-deep snow, and you might get a sense of what he had to deal with. He became worried about slowing us down and offered to turn back once he got to the ladders, but I knew how badly he wanted to be at the summit for Alex's finish, so I encouraged him to continue.
The ladders were covered with sinking snow; grip wasn't a problem.
View from the "View" --
We reached the upper, flatter portion of the trail and, again, Hugh had problems. The snow was soft and deep, and it was a real struggle for him to get through it. Our pace slowed tremendously; I told Mike, Mirabela, and Isidora to go ahead and wait for us on the summit. Hugh was tiring quickly and he began to worry he wouldn't make it to the top. He's a strong fellow, but it's not easy to hike up a mountain through miles of deep snow, especially if you don't have legs. Also, he recently had surgery on his neck. Also also, he'd just spent a good portion of the previous day climbing for a work-related project. Put all that together and you get one tired guy. However, I knew he'd forever regret it if he wasn't there for Alex's finish, so I told him to take his time and keep on truckin'. The day was warm, I had what we needed for a night out if it came to it, and the girls were going strong. We'd be okay.
We made it to the intersection with the Flume Slide Trail...
...and continued to treeline.
Mike, Mirabela, and Isidora had been waiting on the rocks just above the trees. When they heard us coming, they continued toward the summit.
Mt. Flume, Alex's 48th winter 4K!
Hugh and the girls...
Isidora, Alex, and Sage...
Alex and Sage with two new friends...
Views!
It was lovely and warm above treeline. We sat in the sunlight, conversed, shared food, and admired the views. Eventually, we picked ourselves up and made our way down.
Hugh's progress on the flat bits between the Flume Slide Trail and the Osseo ladders was, again, slow -- the snow was now even more mushy and he had to move carefully so as not to constantly sink. I told Mike, Mirabella, and Isidora that we didn't expect them to hike out with us, that it would be fine if they went ahead. They graciously insisted on staying with us, though. I was grateful to them for their company and support.
Life became much easier once we got to the ladders. From that point on, Hugh was able to butt-slide/sled until we ran out of snow. Once we got to the bare/spiny sections of trail, walking no longer became an issue.
We made it back to the trailhead just as the sun went down. Here's my brilliant "finish photo" -- one of these years, I'll learn how to use my flash...
Mirabela graciously stepped in and took the following...
Many congrats to all three young ladies for an excellent hike. Many, many thanks to Mike and Mirabela for their good company and help on the trail.
***
This has been a fun and worthwhile endeavor, but I did spend most of the last twelve weeks glued to various weather sites and losing a lot of sleep. Though I don't regret one second of our adventures, I'm happy I no longer have to obsess about wind chills and ice conditions and visibility.
Alex did good.
I've watched her grow from a six-year-old who could only winter hike on packed snow to a nine-year old who broke trail up closed Zealand Road and most of Mt. Hale. She used to depend on microspikes, now she's comfortable with Hillsound Pro Trail Crampons. She's learned how to stay covered during wind chill advisories, and she's not afraid of hiking in cold, stiff wind (she enjoys that, actually). Her endurance has increased to the point where 15-18 mountain miles feels routine. It's been fun, watching her grow and thrive in the mountains.Each of our winter 4K hikes was its own adventure. Alex's three favorite winter 4Ks were Jefferson, Washington and Monroe. Her least favorite was East Osceola (so much work for a treed-in summit!).
Many thanks to Sage and Hugh, who have been consistently supportive. Sage accompanied me and Alex on six winter 4Ks this year; we loved having her with us!
Thanks also to Mike Robertson, who watched our dog, Max, while we hiked. We often made boarding arrangements at the last minute. Mike knew of and supported our quest; we appreciated his flexibility and understanding, and Max appreciated having a warm and fun place to stay.
Thanks to Tim, Val, and Rick, who watched Sage during the times she did not want to hike and Hugh was unavailable.
It's done! At least, for Alex. Sage now says she wants to do the winter 4Ks...if she doesn't change her mind, then I guess I'll be doing this all over again next year.
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