Last Fall Hike

Afternoon temperatures dip low as we ascend the first peak. The treetops, high above, sway back and forth with the early onset of winter winds. Strong steady gusts requires me to flip down the sides of my wool Stormy Kromer cap over my ears for protection. Higher elevations of other local mountains are already covered in snow. Our first break is at a small mountainside stream. Casco stops for a drink of the rushing waters, pausing only as late fall leaves interrupt his stream-side-lapping. We press forward, anxious for the summit's view.

Trees that once clung to their last leaf now stand bare. Fall colors have passed and forests have grown rather bland with browns and tans. Our Filson plaids are truly the best part of fall. When cool air blows in from the Northeast and I'm able to finally wear layers, I've found comfort. Today actually marks the first day wearing my Filson Whipcord Wool Pants. In 35 degrees, without wind chill, it's the perfect day for testing.

Within a few hours of battling steep elevation gains, we reach our destined peak. The views are of the beautiful New Hampshire countryside. The mountaintop is home to half an old stone-built shelter. The stay is short as the winds howl up and over the point. We slowly descend with Casco leading the way. Our last hike before snow falls over the low-country is enjoyed. The air is cleaner, the water clearer, and the peacefulness is soaked in here. Time to dig out the snow shoes...