“How many stories tall is the waterfall?”, she asked, as we cleared the tree line, exposing a full view to the top. This was my first time on
, too. I muttered back “Ten.”, snagging sips from my Camelback between breaths. Mt. Washington
The hike isn’t terribly strenuous, but a continuous incline coupled with my dislike of cardiovascular exercise puts me at a disadvantage. I constantly remind myself to enjoy the journey, and I do. The views – that is why I’m here.
The pace slows slightly and a line forms as we maneuver between the large boulders; a drop off is on both sides.
The falls are impressive in the fact that they aren't one single drop. I should have guessed more than ten stories.
Casco looks on as I retrieve a band aid and ibuprofen for a cut. Luckily, this trip doesn't require other survival supplies in my pack.