The weather has been an evil demon this month. Where is the sublime in all of this?
New Hampshire
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Carter Range… from the numbers, it’s stout. But put boots on the ground, and it’s still stout, but surprising. Not quite easy, but surprises abound.
In some sublime way, I seem to have a lot of good experiences on this mountain. First time I did this, I had a blast. And that’s been the trend ever since.
It’s not a pussycat, but it’s not a lion. It lies somewhere in between. And over all its length, there is much undiscovered, waiting to be found.
Embrace the idea that perfection lies in natural imperfection. The vinegar is sweet, not sour or bitter.
It’s hard, but easier than it seems. And with unbelievable mid-autumn weather, what could go wrong?
Getting close to finishing my October grid, a warm, sunny outing with a sky full of stars at the end.
Worthwhile mileage doesn’t mean hard miles. Often the best is nearby, and relatively untrodden. If you’re not paying attention, you might just find something.
Open your mind to the idea that by doing something mindlessly easy, you might just be moving out of your comfort zone.
Sometimes you need to step away from the familiar to realize what you have, and what you don’t. Sometimes you really need the not-having. And that’s OK.
My legs were at once on fire, numb to the pain, still feeling the crush of every step. But I was in the mountains again, after a far too long hiatus.
A dash out in desperation, a marvelous odyssey, a Black Precipice, and a run-in with a porcupine. What more could happen?