
The highest high & the lowest low: Appalachian trail Crawford Notch (NH) to Gorham (NH)
Around 11 am we started hiking up Crawford Notch towards Mt. Webster and therefore going in on the Presidential Traverse.
A trail life series
Around 11 am we started hiking up Crawford Notch towards Mt. Webster and therefore going in on the Presidential Traverse.
Hiked up to Franconia Ridge, started around 11 am after hitch-hiking from North Woodstock back to the Appalachian Trail. One woman gave us a mean look and shook her head at us when hitching out of town – the life of a dirty mountain-hobo!
All beat up from the long miles and hard climbing up Smarts Mountain we started our descent from Smarts quite late and slowly. At Hwy 25 we decided we had enough for the day and ended up staying with trail angels that night and avoided a thunderstorm rolling in. We stayed there together with ‘longwalks‘…
Here I go, sweat dripping down my face, shirt soaked as it actually never stopped being wet, shoes covered in mud, working up my way another stony hill or is it a mountain – it looks like a hill but it feels like a mountain. Once again I am asking myself why?
Did I say the Arizona trail was rugged? Ha, me fool! After celebrating July 4th in New York on a rooftop, hiker trash MASH (Robert Adamski) provided awesome trail magic and drove Soda and me out to Massachusetts. Thanks, MASH and happy trails on the Colorado trail.
Some time has passed by since the end of the Arizona Trail, 800 miles of gear testing on rugged terrain and along spikey bushes or cacti. Let’s talk gear for a minute. I started off on the PCT with a much different setup than on the AZT, not only because it’s a different trail at…
That’s it! Finito! Stateline Arizona/Utah reached on April 21st around noon. Though I am happy to be there it doesn’t feel as magical as the end of the PCT, not as epic or life-changing. Which is good haha, cause that much of an excitement is exhausting. Besides the fact there is no nicely looking northern…
Yes, you did read it right, Grand Canyon Village. That’s where the Arizona Trail leads to and not only to but also through the Grand Canyon whouhou. Just ~100 Miles north of Flagstaff the ground all of a sudden drops about 5000 feet the before rushing Colorado River.
The first day of hiking after 3 zero days was pretty tough. My backpack didn’t fit me right, my legs hurt, shoulders hurt, back hurt…Everything was kinda meh. So you see even if you’re blessed with the best experiences, sometimes it’s hard to appreciate it even if you want to. Sometimes you just gotta complain…
Oh man, that was steep. After another day of hail at Roosevelt Lake, we climbed up and into the Four Peaks Wilderness, up and up and up all day long. At least after all that rain and hail, we knew water won’t be too much of an issue in the upcoming section.