Below there are lots of pictures and quite a lot of text. The pictures don't give any credit to the steepness of terrain and pain in knees, hips and back from walking on it with the backpack. You tread along thinking why the heck are you doing this to yourself, and knowing that for sure you'll do that again, and soon. The pictures also don't give credit to the sweeping expanse of space from the mountaintop, with the mountain range from the horizon to horizon, with the wind in your face and acute feeling of being alive in that very moment. Especially after that terrain. In its turn, the text doesn't give credit to the story behind the journey. But I tried.
The White Mountains National Park, New Hampshire
The White Mountains National Park, New Hampshire
