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    Quote Originally Posted by lwa11
    Got ya Brad. Thanks for the tip.

    I went up the Ammo the whole way.

    My wife has talke dof wanting to move near her family in PA but I am just not sure I can leave all of this behind.

    where in pa are they i'm in lancaster co
    i am a Summit Club member
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    If your not a OBS member yet then what are you waiting for

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    lititz pa

    I have not visited there yet but her parents and sister live there. Her brother lives in dover delaware. They are all from Maine but left in about 1990.

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    A Dream Realized


    Snow covered but looming large on the horizon Mount Washington always
    stood out to me as a boy. I looked with amazement at the white mysterious mound
    among the greenery all around it. A dream began.

    I would often find myself stopping on the Western Promenade in
    Portland to view Mount Washington. On a clear day it was easy to see
    and on other days it was just a shadowy figure in the distance. The
    mountain was
    always with me though and provided some place for
    my mind to wander even on the darkest days. Dreams and fantasy of
    wizards and dragons, gladiators and lions, and much more occupied my
    mind as I grew up. The themes changed, but in the end the mountain was
    always the same in my dreams. A place of dreams, a place of fantasy, a
    place of mystery, and a place of death. The roles I played varied from
    an explorer, to a mountain climber, to a hero and yes sometimes even a
    villain. To me Hercules and Zeus where frequent visitors to the
    mountain and on sad days I often imagined sitting on top of Mount
    Washington whispering to God who was now not far away at all.

    I would wonder as young boys do if I could touch the sun, rope the
    moon, or catch a falling star from the top of a place like Mount
    Washington. Could I see forever from up there? Would I see an angel?
    So many thoughts and so many dreams of a mountain that seemed a World
    away. I am not sure why it became so important to me but over the
    years it never did fade. The dreams and fantasies may have changed, but
    not the calling inside of the mountain. For all the changes in my
    World and in my life the mountain was still the same in the distance.
    It still would provide hope and an escape.

    I gradually knew that I had to go to the mountain to be close to it
    and experience it. I eventually drove by the mountain and was amazed
    as it was larger than life even as I stood in its shadows. Eventually
    a trip up the Auto Road happened and it felt as if I was rising to the
    clouds. In fact, I was on day I drove up to the summit. It was seventy
    degrees at the bottom of the mountain, but at the top it was foggy and
    windy with temps cold
    enough to see your breath. I was inside the
    mystery and magic of the mountain. I could still only dream of the
    view from the top. I was there, but it was truly only a taste of it.
    The Auto Road provides an adventure of its own but it was not nearly
    enough to satisfy my inner desire.

    As my road in life traveled
    through my own peaks and valleys the
    mountain became a shadow looming in my mind. Anxiety became my sun and
    my World revolved around it. In many ways it still does today as the
    battle rages on. Nothing is easy for me, nothing is simple, it just
    isn't that way. I am truly what I am and working towards what I want
    to be and someday I will get there. Dreams truly only die if you let
    them. I eventually found something called Geo-caching and that combined
    with a GPS unit got me on the move again.

    Soon the mountain was visible again and coming to the forefront in my
    mind. A little over one year ago I started to hike and the goal from
    day one was a goal from long ago-to hike Mount Washington. Now as a 36 year-old adult with
    type 2 diabetes, anxiety, and fading dreams of glory, the mountain was
    prominent again on my horizon. In fact it slowly blocked out my sun.

    I began to hike and remember the first time I looked at the map and
    saw the strange lands of Crawford Notch, Franconia Notch, and Pinkham
    Notch. Because of my anxiety they seemed as if they were distance lands
    so very far away from my reach. Mount Washington was just a dream and
    just a goal that I expected to miss like so many others in my life.
    The story of almost was one I lived all too often.

    Hiking was something I started slowly with at first as I challenged
    myself with trails around my home and slowly built my comfort zone
    outward. I faced many challenges on the hikes from my anxiety. I was
    at times afraid, doubtful, nervous, unsure, scared, faithless, and
    confused on all my hikes. So many times I wanted to turn and just go
    back to my safety. Let my sun shine down on me. Mount Washington though
    blocked my sun more and more
    with each and every hike that was inching
    my way to its shadows. Eventually the hikes were right with in the
    area and the distant lands were no longer mysterious but purely
    magical. Each time I visit the White Mountains a spell is cast upon me
    that transforms me for at least a little while and maybe more little
    by little with each visit.

    On my first summit of Pleasant Mountain it was an amazing site to see
    Mount Washington as I crested the summit. Standing on top of South
    Moat or Keasarge North in the winter gave me stunning views of
    Washington. I sat in the Fire Tower on top of Kearsarge North and just
    stared at the beauty around me, but Mount Washington was the beauty
    among beauties. Mount Pierce in the winter was a winter wonderland
    and Mount
    Washington looked oh so close but yet so far. Then from
    Jefferson and Eisenhower it felt like I could almost touch it but
    didn't quite dare. It was a dream, a goal and I expected it to jump
    away from me or slip past.

    It didn't though as it stood just like it was when I was a boy. I
    drove through the White Mountains often over this last year and have
    seen some amazing things that I truly am blessed to have seen. The one
    thing I kept seeing looming and blocking my sun was still there
    waiting for me. Inside I began the battle of can I? I doubted myself
    and wondered if I could get past the anxiety to
    give it a go.

    Then it happened on a beautiful October day. It was unusually warm and
    not a cloud in the sky. Ammonousac Ravine here I come!!! I began at
    the Cog Railway Base Station and then followed the trail along the
    river. It was filled with lush green around me and the sound of water
    tumbling downward. The
    air was cool and filled with fresh scents of
    the forest. Each step was filled with energy and confidence as I
    headed to Gem Pool. I came a cross a large rock with a plaque on it
    that marked the spot where Herbert Judson Young had passed away. I
    paused and prayed before placing a stone upon the top before moving
    onward. I finally arrived at the beautiful pool and decided it was a
    place to savoir.

    After resting and refueling at Gem Pool I began the stair-master to the
    AMC Lake of the Clouds hut. This part of the hike was the most physically
    demanding and also the part where the anxiety crept in a little. The
    stair-master was pretty darn steep, but I reminded myself of the Caps
    Ridge Trail and new I could do this trail. The anxiety began to fade
    as the other hikes prepared me for this hike. I came to an outlook and
    decided it was time for another break. I enjoyed looking out over the
    valley. I returned to the stair-master and soon I was at a ladder,
    which I climbed. The scramble over slabs replaced the stair-master
    part of
    the hike. Waterfalls were running down the slabs off to one
    side and this was inspiring in itself but then more views opened and I
    could see the towers on the summit. My heart was beating fast and hard,
    but was it because of the hike or my personal journey?

    I broke from the trail to see the AMC Hut in front of me. It was a
    very welcome site and I was tired. I rested here for awhile but maybe
    not long enough. I was eager to go forward. My dream was only 1.4
    miles from me now. I could see ahead why it would be called the "Rock
    Pile" as between me and the summit were nothing but rocks.

    The last part of the trip was tough as I was tired and my legs wanted
    more rest but my heart said go on. I went and paused and went some
    more. It was getting closer and closer. I was almost there and could
    feel the excitement growing. I felt like the little boy again filled
    with hope and promise. I felt no anxiety. Another step, a little
    stumble, and another step..... I was there. I REACHED THE SUMMIT!!!! I
    looked around and I could see
    forever.

    Inside I was bursting with joy. Physically drained and emotionally
    spent as well. I had battled and battled step after step to the top. I
    was on top of the "Rock Pile" but it might as well as have been the
    World to me. I quietly thanked God and I think I even heard him say,
    "Good
    job!!"

    Sitting here today a day after the hike I am not sore as I expected
    from the journey as I had been on previous hikes but I am rather
    content. I am truly happy inside and proud of myself. I realized my
    dream and it was as good as I had imagined since I was a little boy
    looking to the horizon back in
    Portland and back on the Western
    Promenade.

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    Quote Originally Posted by lwa11
    lititz pa

    I have not visited there yet but her parents and sister live there. Her brother lives in dover delaware. They are all from Maine but left in about 1990.
    Don't go man, do whatever it takes but don't do it!!!! You'll end up like me, shipwrecked in the tropics, staring at palm trees while your heart longs for Paper Birch and Spruce and Hemlock! You'll be a flatlander while your legs are longing for steep slopes! You'll sit there, night after night, looking at others pictures, dreaming of being there to take them yourself! If your lucky, you will make it back once a year. You'll spend your time there cramming every minute full of experiences as if it were your last trip. It will all go by as a blur and it will be time to leave before you know it and all you will have until the following year will be the pics you took during your short stay! I tell you man, perish the thought! Cast it from you! Do not let such foolishness take hold! To be far from the White's is almost like...well...Death !
    Steve
    Is there really any BAD weather???

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    lol

    Oh I hear you and I keep telling her she is trying to plant a seed on a summit where no seeds survive.

    I love the fact I can watch a sunrise at the coast and have lunch in the mountains and watch the sunset anywhere between in just one day.

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    Quote Originally Posted by lwa11
    lol

    Oh I hear you and I keep telling her she is trying to plant a seed on a summit where no seeds survive.

    I love the fact I can watch a sunrise at the coast and have lunch in the mountains and watch the sunset anywhere between in just one day.
    I hear ya, the old saying goes..."you never know what you got until it's gone"
    Steve
    Is there really any BAD weather???

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    Quote Originally Posted by Maksutov
    [edit]BTW, did you climb Tucks and then hike the crossover to the Lakes before summiting? That seems to be the sequence....
    Sorry about the brain gas. Ammonoosuc all the way!

    The first time I climbed that, in May, 1965, the pond at the base of the falls was still choked with ice.
    Why did I climb the mountain? Because I was there.
    - Mak

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    It seems like that pond would have a hard time getting rid of it's ice. It looked cold but refreshing.

    I vote they move it up higher so it is more benificial to hikers who need to cool off. lol

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    Quote Originally Posted by WSR88D
    I hear ya, the old saying goes..."you never know what you got until it's gone"
    how about...

    "Don't take New Hampshire for Granite"
    ~Rich

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    Quote Originally Posted by Rich
    how about...

    "Don't take New Hampshire for Granite"
    Cute!...I like it!...It works!
    Steve
    Is there really any BAD weather???

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