Here it is in Winter |
A local farmer, and family friend, David Gale was our leader. Davids father and my Dads father were close friends, now it would be BBF I guess. My Dad called Davids father Uncle Fred - so it was a family thing in spirit.
I believe we rode in the back of a pickup truck, along with our blankets and change of clothes, from Lebanon, Maine to Mount Washington, that's maybe 75 miles, or less. We stayed at a campground in a New Hampshire State Park overnight. In the morning David woke us up early and while we ate (I don't remember what) we decided to swim in the partially dammed up stream. We all jumped in about the same time, and the reaction was all the same too. The water was from snow melt in Tuckermans Ravine on the mountain - cold, cold, and colder - colder than the ocean in Maine I think. After that we all had enough energy to climb.
Tuckermans Ravine in winter |
The next morning it was back in the truck home to weed the gardens and move the fences for my three sheep from place to place. But, I still remember the time we climbed Mount Washington.
Here we are, that's me with the dog. |
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