The truth is, as bad as yesterday was, it ended up being a good day.
And that’s the way days on the trail are supposed to be. Even when you have bad moments, at the end of the day you should be able chalk it up to being another good one.
Thanks to special consideration from Jaleesa, Zak, and the rest of the Madison Spring Hut croo, we ate a good supper of leftovers and we spent the night out of the howling wind. I count these in the win column.
I can say, at least, my day was better than it was for one hiker. When he arrived at the hut last night at 11 p.m. he was cold and shaken.
The hiker said the batteries in his headlamp had died as he was trying to make the descent from Mt. Washington. To reach the hut, he had to navigate by picking out cairns among the shadows.
Stick and I woke up this morning at 5 a.m. and were out the door just before 6:30.
The wind was gusting, not as badly as it did yesterday morning. We were sheltered by Mt. Madison, which was immediately ahead of us.