The Apalaches Mountain Club tried to kill me in the presidential ones.

Day 105-15 miles today from the MizPah Hut camp to Osgood Campsite, 4600 feet up, 6000 feet down, 1874 in Mile Marker

The AMC

The AMC controls all the huts, shelters and camps in the whites. Known as the Appalachian Mountain Club, it is often known as the Apalaches Money Club or always doing effective.

I have no problem paying a few dollars for the services of caregivers in shelters and camps. They do a great job keeping the facilities and packing on many hikers.

I also have no problem with rich people who pay $ 175 per night to stay in the cabins. I’m glad they are enjoying the desert. Your enjoyment will only support our continuous enjoyment of these public resources.

I have a big problem with the fact that there are no resources for us to hikers for camping in the middle of the presidential ones. I have looked at this section many times with fear. When you leave the Mizpah camp, there are no other resources to camp reliably until the Osgood camp in the back -end of the presidential ones.

Tad told me that they can be the federal agencies that control the land. I suspect that it is the fact that we do not spend money through hikers. Especially when you see all the people who spend a lot of money here in the middle of the desert.

What really bothered me was the fact that I have walked almost 1,900 miles, which have given me great support from the communities throughout this part, but now they treat me as a third -class citizen. A camp is needed for hikers somewhere between Mizpah and Osgood.

Meteorological surprise

I checked the weather when I had the reception of the cell phone yesterday. It seemed a possibility of a little rain in the morning. But then it was supposed to be a good sunny day. The reception of the cell phone yesterday at Crawfords Notch was non -existent. I did not have the opportunity to review the weather before addressing the presidential ones.

I knew that a little rain was going to be in the morning, so I left after visiting Knockerz.

It was super awareness of bringing excess weight, so I didn’t carry my Merino wool sweater. I would really want to have done it now. I held it in my hands, I knew I was a little weight and decided that I needed to go as light as possible in all these climbs and left it behind. Yesterday it rained all day. Now my hiking clothes are wet.

Cold wet hiking clothes

Yesterday I went to bed early around 4:00. The weather was cold but not cold. I have been carrying my Merino wool socks, swollen, and my 15 -degree sleeping bag all this time in advance of being here in the whites.

All these items will remain in my garbage compactor bag and must remain dry. While I can dry a place, then I will enter these articles, I will be fine. That was definitely the situation last night.

Unfortunately, I will have to put on my wet hiking clothes yesterday, so I know it will be very cold this morning when it begins. That will give me additional motivation to walk.

I woke up around 1:30 am and grabbed my wet socks and my wet shirt of hiking and wrapped them around my chest with the hope of putting them a bit dry, but at least heating them before having to put them.

This morning they are not ice cream, but they are wet and cold. I have wet and cold socks, shorts, fans, and my shoes are wet.

A shelter or hiker camp is needed through AMC

I pray that the weather forecast has not changed dramatically since yesterday. I have no cell phone reception.

Now I have three number one option options, I can try to enter Madison Hut (but that only happens at 4:00 pm and only two people are giving work for stay options). Option number two I can climb through the rock fields without marking a thousand feet down to one to the Randolf shelters that is outside the Alpine area. Or option three can go to Osgood, which will be a very long day.

It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m going to pack. By the time I will pack, it will be light. I hope that when I open the tent I will lift up and see a sky of stars, which means it is a clear climate.

Mountain man

I arrived at the road at 5:30 in the morning. I am not exactly sure how the weather will be, but according to yesterday’s forecast, it is supposed to be partially clear. I have nothing warm to use while I am walking, so I hope it stays hot. At this time it is not bad, maybe 50 degrees. It is wet yesterday and all the trees with which I rebuked Douse with even more water.

While I am climbing by Mount Eisenhower, I went up to a major man. Apparently he had slept directly on the path taking some fir extremities and placing them like a pad. It didn’t seem to have a lot of team. But he still survived.

My first thought was that I was a one -day hiker. I looked down and saw a backpack with a very cheap -looking bed roll. He looked at me cautiously thinking that I could try to fine illegal camping. Then I said Hello and moved on.

A little later I realized what idiot he was. I should have stopped and make sure it was fine. I should have asked him if he needed food or water. I will do everything possible to not miss that opportunity again.

A sprint in presidential

When I approach Franklin Mountain, the clouds began to separate a little. It was cold and wet and waiting for a sun to warm up.

I stopped at the lake of the cloud cabin and I was able to obtain leftover eggs, coffee and a gingerbread cake.

The old man who slept on the path also arrived. I told him that I regretted not having asked if I needed help and absorbed my fault and said it was fine. His name is William.

Monte Washington!

I left the cabin and climbed the 1.5 mile rock field to the top of Mount Washington. The summit was not full, so I could walk to the sign and get my photo.

I went down to the lower basement of the snack bar and used the hot water to take a garbage bath in the areas that have not been washed in the bathroom sink.

I didn’t stay at the summit for a long time because I still have a lot to do to get to Osgood. I made the mandatory moon of the tram when it passed full of tourists. I am sure they were happy to have taken a hikers from hiker first!

Boulder jumping hell

The path here is nothing more than rocks per miles. There are cairnes to mark the path. Many of the cairnes are crowned with a white rock to symbolize the white flames of the trail path.

It was rocky and technical for the lake of the clouds. After that, it was 1.5 miles of rocks and rocks to the summit of Mount Washington. After Mount Washington, there were 6 miles of rocks and rocks to Madison Hut. It was the hell that the walk worsened even more for the long miles that I had to achieve due to the lack of camps in this section of the white controlled by AMC.

More Roca Hell

It is really surprising here on the tree line in the Alpine area. The mountains are so dramatic and the views are out of this world. However, rocks and rocks were hell.

It was a great rock field to get to Madison’s cabin. He was getting late and still had many rock field miles to cross.

I raised the fear because after Madison’s cabin I had to climb Mount Madison at 1,000 feet per mile by half a mile. I could see that climb from here below. I was already erased from all the hiking of rocks that I had to open up so far.

Are these rock fields to ever finish?

Then I still had rock field miles to navigate Madison before being able to start leaving the Alpina area. I had three more miles before I could configure my store.

The exhausting up of Mount Madison was sometimes the steep rock escalation. After that, the rocks never ended. Every time I looked up, I saw another milestone in the next increase. Then, after crossing that next increase, I would look at another rock field and see another increase with a mojon on top. This repeated so many times that he feared he would never end. My feet, ankles, knees and calves were killing me. I was exhausted.

I would have to climb on all the different sizes of the rocks and rocks a little sharp in my feet. Some of the rocks were loose and moved when you tasted.

Finally I left the Alpine area and reached the tree line. Unfortunately I had 1,800 feet to fall in 1 mile before you can configure my store. I was exhausted.

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