38 tourists who do not see Mt Washington 0.00

I am convinced that I will eat something of my pack today. A rapid verification of my bulky OPSAK confirms that I have more food than the last time I re -reabiled. On the one hand, this is great and, on the other hand, it is madness and apparently impossible. The generosity of the hikers of the days, some magic of incredible paths and the HUT system have conspired to make me take food for days through this Alpine environment.

I woke up with my 5.30 am, the only unusual was my location, a bed in a cabin. An incredibly generous gift from another hiker, it was a pleasure to wake up in the mountains and just needed to press my return to my backpack and be ready to start.

At 6.30 am, the Croo awakens the occupants of the cabin with some exuberant shouts and jokes. This seemed to awaken the rest of my bunk, and ten people in a very small space begin to climb about to ensure that they were ready for the rigors of their respective days. I kept lying on my bunk to avoid the action around me, and the 7 am, when it was called breakfast, I threw myself towards the dining room.

The breakfast was delicious, since I had already done Oatmeal Operation a couple of times, I was very familiar with the offering, and ate enough food to prepare a baby elephant for the day. The conversation at the table revolved around the fear of most night hikers when they arrived at the next cabin in Madison, having heard of others that it was a tour of eight to nine hours of this that had come from that direction the previous day.

The distance between the two cabins is 10 km. The fact that hikers travel to about 1 km/h with very little gain or loss of elevation suggests that it will be another day to wonder why a creation or management of trails is not being done on a first level path.

Mt Washington

I hung around the cabin for a while after breakfast. The reason was quite simple, I was anxious to load my devices in the hiker basement in one of the buildings at the top of Mt Washington, and the opening time was 9 am as it was cold and cloudy, I was not interested in arriving early and needing to wait outside.

I judged that the 8.15 am was my perfect exit time and extended at that time.

Fortunately, there was almost no wind this morning and the climb very short until the top of the hill was without incident.

I arrived at the peak and visibility was reduced by about five meters. This made the location of the right building for my load needs entertainment, since I had no idea which of the buildings I could not see was the one I wanted.

Finally I ran into the right space, just at 9 am I gave myself a palmadita on my back to timet my arrival pin perfectly and went to the basement of the hiker to load.

Thirty minutes later, with my PowerBank and my phone completely loaded once again, I returned to start the tour of Madison. The first COG train was reaching the top and some ridiculously underestimated tourists jumped and headed to the signal that causes a tremendous emotion as an essential moment to achieve the almost impossible effort to catch a train to within ten meters of that signal.

The desperate fight to reach the sign was fun to observe. I went to the hill completely bewildered about why someone would catch a train to the top in conditions like this morning.

I wandered Mount Washington and took the path not existed towards the next cabin. The next three hours were passed through a rock field. It was very evident why it took so long in people to cross the two huts, since there has been zero effort to create a path.

I have no problem appreciating that this lack of creation or maintenance of trails is a very deliberate decision in whites. I also have no problem with those who read that they think that this is good for any reason (protection of nature, creating a challenging walk).

My own feelings in this section of the path is how disappointing it is to choose to make whites as tedious as part of a long distance path. You spend all your time in the most picturesque part of the path (when the weather is pleasant) looking at your feet instead of enjoying the views. Before starting the path, I was sure that whites would be the highlight of the North Section. It is sad to find it so careless. Having walked by alpine environments on all other continents, there is no doubt that humans and the fragile environment can coexist without having to resort not to create a path.

What made this observation even worse was the last 500m for Madison Hut, there was some evidence to create paths. The fact that it can be done and has not been throughout the rock field is not sensitive.

Madison Hut

I arrived in Madison around 1 PM I had given up my second cabin night to Chestnut, who had left the lake of the clouds at 6 am and was already installed in the cabin. He was currently the only guest, and he was pleased to let me know that left breakfast was still available. Then, at 1 pm instead of lunch from my backpack (will I ever eat my food bag again?), Deep in oatmeal, eggs and pancakes.

The fact that the food is still here is a good indication of how few hikers are currently pushing whites and also how many three pass beyond the cabins thinking that they are not part of their trip. I encourage each and every hikers to enter each of the huts along the way as you pass, it is an excellent way to ensure that your package remains heavy by not eating your own supply.

One of the other bonuses of being a hiker that crosses whites is the opportunity to obtain a couple of free baked products and a soup service from the cabins. As I was running out of shots now, I decided to take a couple of cake slices to enjoy in Osgood Campsite, my destination at night. Yes, I appreciate that this sounds like madness taking into account my current food situation, you really talk about how hungry you have while enjoying a long distance walk.

In Osgood

Then, with the package even more overwhelmed, I said goodbye to Madison and headed to the next camp. I left the cabin at 2 pm, and I only had 5 km left. It took me two and a half hours to cover that distance. The only time I can think of going at a similar speed was in the upper sections of some nepal walks, where I had more than 5000 m elevation and uploading a peak.

In a nutshell, there was no trace. At all. Only a series of cairns that indicate the direction in which it must be directed.

I came across and staggered, happy that I have many hours of day to move at this glacial speed.

It was with a feeling of great relief that I arrived at Blaze Blue that indicates the Osgood camp. I collapsed next to a stream, filled my bottle of water and cavé in a delicious cake for dinner.

I picked up my exhausted bag of bones and headed to a store platform. A quick configuration, a longer stretch and was ready to drag the store and relax for the night.

The camp remained empty when the sun began to wear. I spent time working on logistics during the next few days and then read my book. Only there are a couple of days in the whites, I really want to escape this park and return to a path.

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