After dropping my son off at summer camp in New Hampshire, a family member and I spent several days hiking the White Mountains, mostly along the Appalachian Trail. We stayed in a series of high altitude huts operated by the
Appalachian Mountain Club. Although staying in these huts is not inexpensive, the huts offer a bunk and prepared dinner and breakfast each overnight. It is a great way to experience this beautiful area! Here is an account of our trip.
Day 1 - Start to Greenleaf Hut - Sunday, June 24, 2012
My
Brother-in-law Ed and I started out early on our first day, as we had to drop
his truck at the northern end of our hike and take a shuttle to our starting
point. The Appalachian Mountain Club (AMC),
which operates all of the huts we would be staying at on our hike, operates a
shuttle for hikers to get from one trailhead to another. We arrived at the parking lot near Gorham and
found it to be packed, but we were able to leave the truck right near the lot
entrance, just off the road.
The
shuttle took forever, picking us up at 8:40 and not getting us to our starting
point until 10:50. Because the sky was
so blue and the mountains so close, waiting was tough! Our starting trailhead was at the Flume Visitor
Center, just off of Interstate 93 in Franconia
Notch State Park, at the western edge of our hike.
Franconia
Notch State Park encompasses much of the valley created by the Pemigewassett
River, and is one of the most spectacularly beautiful places in the East
Coast. I briefly lived in New Hampshire
many years ago, and still vividly remember the awe I experienced my first time
driving through the Notch. It is changed
since then, with an interstate replacing the old Daniel Webster Highway, but
the Interstate's design is amazingly understated. And the biggest change is the loss of the
iconic "Old Man of the Mountain," the New Hampshire symbol which fell
off the mountain about a decade ago.
After
exiting the van, we worked to adjust our packs.
Ed had a brand new Deuter pack purchased the previous day at the North
Conway EMS store, and I was lugging an Osprey Kestel 48, used by my son the
week before on a Boy Scout backpacking trip I led through Mt. Rogers in
Virginia. Throughout that hike, my son
kept asking if the pack was leaning to the right. I attributed this to a perceived desire that
he be anywhere but on a trail, but as soon as I started walking with his pack,
I could tell what he was talking about.
I really should take him more seriously!
It took me until the following day to finally get the pack riding right.
It was
almost a mile along flat trails to get to the Liberty Spring Trail, which would
take us up the mountain. I chose the
Liberty Spring Trail from several ascending options because it was also the
Appalachian Trail, and because it would give us the option to take a short side
trip to Mt. Liberty, elevation 4459. I
also wanted to experience as much of the spectacular Franconia Ridge as
possible, and the Liberty Spring Trail met the ridge nearly 2 miles further
south than the more popular Falling Waters Trail. It turned out that there were two problems
with this strategy, however. The first
is the fact that the shuttle we took dropped us at the trailhead so late that
we had little time to dawdle if we wanted to make dinner on time. And the second was that we discovered the
spectacular parts of Franconia Ridge are all on the other side of the Falling
Waters Trail anyway.
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| Posing at the top (almost) of Mt. Liberty. |
We
reached the ridge after hiking 3.8 miles.
The trail was rocky and steep at times (averaging a 22% grade over the
upper two miles), and the only really interesting part was the Liberty Spring
Tentsite, which is a series of platforms on the side of a steep slope for
campers to use. At the ridge, time was
already a concern but we let a couple of other hikers convince us to drop our
packs and do an out-and-back to Mt. Liberty, which was just south of our trail.
They had just been down the ridge, they explained, and the different
perspective that Mt. Liberty offers made it worth the detour. We made the 10 minute side trip to an open
summit, but the actual Mt. Liberty summit was on the other side of a short,
steep chasm. So counting Mt. Liberty
among the 4000 footers we have climbed will have to come another day.
Returning
to our packs, we continued north on the Franconia Ridge Trail through a
forested ridge top, meeting Little Haystack Mountain 6.1 miles into our
hike. Little Haystack reaches 4780 feet
in elevation, making it the first of our 4000 footers on the trip. Several organizations maintain lists of all
4000 foot mountains in New Hampshire and in all of New England, and it is a big
deal among many hikers up there to ascend all mountains on the list. Little Haystack was above treeline, as was
Mt. Lincoln at 5089 feet.
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The Franconia Ridge Trail showing
Mt. Lincoln and Mt. Lafayette. |
From
Lincoln to Mt. Lafayette the trail was spectacular! On either side of the trail the ridge line
dropped precipitously. To our left was
the valley we had come up from, and to the right was the Pemigewassett
Wilderness and mountains all the way to the distant, but distinguishable, Mt.
Washington. We felt truly lucky to be on
this trail on such a spectacularly clear day, especially since rain was
forecasted for the following day.
We
reached The summit of Mt. Lafayette after 7.7 miles. Lafayette is 5260 feet high and is the
highest peak in New Hampshire outside of the Presidential Range further
east. These were 7.7 tiring miles, and
not just because we had climbed up from 1418 feet high, nearly 4000 feet in
elevation. These trails are more rocky
than Virginia trails, and the process of climbing up, over and around rocks can
make for a slow hike and sore joints. We
saw a number of hiking groups catering to members (often in mere sneakers) who
were hurting from the trek, and these folks had yet to start the steep drop
back down to their cars.
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| Franconia Ridge from the Greenleaf Hut |
From the
top of Lafayette we dropped steeply on the Bridal Path to the Greenleaf Hut,
where we stayed for the night. AMC's huts
are spaced throughout the White Mountains on or near the Appalachian Trail. Greenleaf is a mile by trail off of the ridge
line (and A.T.), and is a popular overnight for families out with relatively young
children. Ed and I arrived at 6:03 PM,
just as dinner was called. Next to us at
dinner was a group of French Canadian ladies, who reveled in the wine they had
transported from their previous night's stay, at the same Galehead Hut we would
be trekking to the next day.
Total hike numbers for our first day: 8.54 miles in just under 7 hours. Elevation gain was 4,491 feet. We also dropped 1,745 feet, mostly at the end of the day.
Dinner at
Greenleaf was stuffed shells, salad, homemade bread, and dessert. It was fabulous! Ed and I settled in after dinner with some
bourbon and books from the Hut library while we watched the sky darken.
Day 2 -
Greenleaf to Galehead - Monday
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| Looking back at Franconia Notch on Monday morning. |
The next
morning it was preparing to rain as we left the hut. Mt. Lafayette was obscured by clouds, but
some of the ridge was visible. Below, the notch was clear, even sunny in spots,
but we were headed in the other direction.
We first
retraced our steps back to Mt. Lafayette.
We didn't know it at the time, but the summit of Lafayette was our high
point for the trip, at 5245 feet. It
was a steep climb straight up to the summit, with the last several hundred
yards above treeline, in the clouds. At
the summit was a sign directing us north on the Garfield Ridge Trail. We headed down the rocks on the north side of
Mt. Lafayette, several times losing the trail and using my GPS to adjust our
route by a few feet so we would end up back on the proper route.
The
Garfield Ridge Trail dropped back into the trees, though it didn't matter much
to us, as the rain eliminated any views we would normally have enjoyed. The trail was a series of ups and downs until
we came to the steep climb to the summit of Mt. Garfield - essentially a rock
scramble. Dropping down the other side
of the summit, we came to the Garfield Ridge Campsite, which was a series of
tent platforms near the trail. We met a
couple of hikers here, and one told us that we were about to hit a really steep
part of the trail. Since he was heading
in the opposite direction, we laughed at the idea that he had no idea what
steep is, because he hadn't summited either Garfield or Lafayette.
But that
guy wasn't wrong. The descent got
steeper and we found ourselves essentially
dropping down a waterfall disguised as a hiking trail, with rocks and
water everywhere. Going uphill, we would
ascend so steeply that I'd have to shorten my poles, then descending I would
have to lengthen those poles again. I
did that until one pole gave out on this descent, causing me nearly to tumble
down the trail. That pole had to be
stored in my pack from then on, leaving me down to one pole.
Bottoming
out after Mt Garfield (both literally and emotionally), our trail intersected
with the Gale River Trail then climbed again steeply to the Galehead Hut. We were really sucking wind at this point,
and I was amazed at how hard the day's hiking had been. I could not be feeling too sorry for myself,
though, as we were passed by a 60 year old Bostoner (Charlestown, actually) and
his son, a professional diver living in Burlington, VT.
We hadn't
seen these guys the night before at Greenleaf, and we found out why at
dinner. They had hiked all the way from
Interstate 93 in Franconia Notch State Park, bypassing our first night's lodging and
going straight through to our second night hut!
These guys were a lot of fun, and we enjoyed their company through
the rest of our hike.
That day, we ended
up hiking 7.4 miles, which took 8 hours, 15 minutes. It is not often that I average less than a
mile and hour when hiking with adults!
This was not our longest hike of the week mileage-wise, but it took the
most time of any of our hikes. It took
longer than any other hikes because we went from 4300 feet to 5200 feet, then
dropped to 3600 before climbing back to 4400 feet again before dropping to 3400
then a final climb to the hut at 3800 feet. In total, we gained over 2,600 feet and lost nearly 3,100 feet over steep, rocky terrain. It was a rough hike, and numbers cannot do it justice.
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| The Galehead Hut in the rain. |
We had
read that Galehead is the most remote of the huts, and that it has a
spectacular view of the Pemigewassett Wilderness. It certainly was not easy to get to! But we can't speak to the views; they never
presented themselves.
Also at
dinner was a man we'd met the night before, along with his son (a junior in
high school) and 12 year old daughter.
Those two kids were veritable trail runners, taking a full 90 minutes
less time to cover the same distance we hiked. And we were able to spend some time
with our roommates for the night (assigned by the hut crew), a young couple living in central New Hampshire while he is
at med school at Dartmouth. They were
using Galehead as a base to check off summiting several 4,000 foot mountains
off their list.
There
were several empty bunks in our room and we needed every extra hook for all our
soaked gear. Our roommates gave us
newspaper, which we wadded up and placed in our boots to try to suck out some
of the water from our boots. With
everything dripping, we created a small pond of runoff on the floor, and never
did get everything dry before putting much of it on again in the morning.
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This elevation profile shows the portion of the hike between Greenleaf and Zealand Falls Huts.
The descent of Mt. Garfield was the toughest, but note the average grade for a large portion
of the South Twin Mountain climb was 35.7 percent. Tough climbing! |
Day 3 -
Galehead to Zealand Falls Huts, Tuesday
We had to
put much of the damp clothing back on in the morning, but it didn't really
matter, as we were soaked anyway after just a short time on the trail. No loss of heat in the rain, though, as we
headed up steeply almost immediately, rock climbing the Twinway Trail from 3800
feet at Galehead to 4900 feet at the summit of South Twin Mountain over 8/10ths
of a mile, about a 25% grade. And much of that was over 35 percent. As a result, we had a good
sweat going very quickly into the day's hike.
At the
top of South Twin, we were able to get almost above timberline, where the trees
were very short. There were no views
through the clouds and the rain. From
there, it was a general downhill hike along the northern edge of the
Pemigewassett Wilderness to the
Zealand Falls Hut.
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| The view from the Zealand Falls Hut in the rain. |
An easier
hike than the day before? No doubt. But this was a tough day, too, as the rain
continued, and due to the wet conditions
I slipped off a slick ladder on the trail
and tumbled onto some rocks leaving one of my fingers really bruised and
painful for days.
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One of Zealand's bunkrooms,
with clothes drying everywhere. |
I had to
shake off the pain and the shock of falling off the ladder and keep going down
the mountain. This time, we generally
kept up with the incredible hiking kids we had met the day before, and at one
point we even passed them, before beginning the downhill to the Zealand
Hut. But it was because the signs we saw
on the trail were confusing - Ed and I took the correct route because we
followed my GPS, while our friends followed the signs and went the wrong way.
We reached Zealand after 5 1/4 hours on the trail, hiking just under 6.5 miles. There was only an elevation gain of 1614 feet in this day's hike, and a loss of 2,762. This was a much easier hike than the day before.
The
Zealand Falls Hut is the smallest capacity hut in the system and it was hopping
when we arrived. It turns out that many
of the occupants of the hut were day hikers who were escaping the weather,
which had been only damp earlier in the day but was raining hard when we
reached the hut. We found bunks and set
our our clothes to dry before joining the visitors in the dining area.
Included
in the group was a man with three young children. The youngest was still in a backpack, without
a coat, shivering as the group headed it the door. I hope they made it back to the trailhead in
good shape.
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| Mealtime at the Zealand Hut. |
The
Zealand Falls Hut was a delightful place and the others who stayed that night
were wonderful company. This was my
favorite night of the trip. We spent
much time talking to a woman who had adopted a girl with family issues from gritty Lawrence,
Massachusetts. The woman had broken up with her partner and
had only partial visitation with her daughter.
She told us that they had been to the Whites before to stay in huts,
that it helped them bond, and that she treasured this time with her daughter. She was an amazing woman.
This is the only hut that obtains electrical power by water - the rest use a combination of wind and solar. And those locations getting power from the sun had to be very penurious with their power during times of extended rain (like when I was there!). But because the Zealand Hut is at the bottom of a waterfall, they divert some of the water through a tube, allowing them a constant power source. As a result, this was the only hut where we were not told that lights out would be at 9:30 PM.
The rain was really getting to everyone at this point. We heard stories of many cancellations at other huts after some solid days of rain, and Ed and I decided to change our future plans by replacing our last night's accommodations from the distant Madison Hut to the closer Lakes of the Clouds Hut. I had reasoned we could make it all the way to Madison from the Mitzpah Springs Hut, but the weather was wearing us out.
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| Notice the 2nd hiking pole, sticking out of my backpack. |
It was at the Zealand Falls Hut that I had my biggest boost of the week when I found my new outdoors camera in a hidden pocket in my pack after thinking I had lost it. As a result, I started taking many more photos than using the cheapo camera I'd gotten as a temporary replacement a week earlier. Losing and finding cameras appears to be endemic to the Whites, as I had done the same thing the previous time I hiked up this way.
Day 4 – Zealand Falls Hut to Mizpah Springs Hut – Wednesday
After
breakfast, we packed up our stuff, put on our wet clothes, and headed steeply
down the trail. We had to be at the
AMC's Highland Center by noon, when we were scheduled to meet another
brother-in-law, Chris. It was really
hard at this point not to feel like we were coming to the end of our journey,
as we were returning, though briefly, to civilization, and the rest of the the
hike was over a route we had hiked before.
But it was all new to Chris.
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| Some of the stream crossings were a little difficult. |
The hike
was relatively easy compared with what we had seen. After dropping down from the hut, we passed a
couple of ponds and then turned onto the A-Z Trail. We then split off of the Appalachian Trail
for the first time on our hike. Not much
steep elevation gain during this part of the hike, but several dicey stream
crossings over waterways swollen by days of rain.
After
cresting the ridge where a side trail lead to Mt. Tom, I turned on my cell
phone for the first time since finding my real camera, to get updates from
Chris. We met some folks heading the
other way at the ridgetop, and while talking to them I fell off the trail and
bent my remaining hiking pole.
We came
strolling into the
AMC's Highland Center at 5 minutes after noon and found
Chris next to the fireplace, exactly as planned. Chris got to meet our friends, and we got to
make calls home and briefly charge our electronics.
The Highland Center is a hotel run by the Appalachian Mountain Club, and it wasn't at all what I
expected. I felt like we were wild, funky smelling AT
thru-hikers wandering into the Waldorf-Astoria. It was a much less outdoorsy clientele
than I had expected. The best part about
being there was the small store in the hotel, where I purchased a replacement set
of hiking poles and 3 pairs of socks, guaranteeing me my first pair of dry feet
in days that evening. My old poles went into Chris's trunk for later disposal.
After a
quick trip to Chris's car to dump off some particularly stinky clothing and
extra snacks, we headed back into the woods, up the Crawford Path, the
self-proclaimed "oldest continuously-used mountain path in
America." Ed struggled up this
hike, and stated that it was tougher than he remembered it from 3 years
ago. As he slowed down, Chris and I speeded up the mountain,
intent on reserving bunks for the three of us.
It turned out to be a good move, as Chris found us an empty bedroom
hidden off the main hall, which we had to ourselves that night. Lots of room to spread out wet clothes; clothes that now started to have a real funky smell to them...
Total distance hiked this day was 8.5 miles, in 6 hours, 38 minutes (including time spent shopping at the Highland Center). We gained over 3,200 feet in elevation, but also lost just over 2,000 feet in elevation. Perhaps there was a point to Ed's struggle, as it turned out that this day saw our biggest elevation gain, other than the first day.
Day 4 – Mizpah Springs Hut to Lakes of the Clouds Hut – Thursday
I think that if we weren't
meeting Chris, it would have been pretty hard to keep going, but in the end, I
was really glad I didn't cut the hike short. Still, we heard stories at Mizpah about families that had tried the hike from Mizpah to the Lakes of the Clouds Hut through the alpine zone that day, groups that had to turn back because of dangerous wind gusts. It wasn't without some trepidation that I put on damp clothes and dry socks (finally!) and headed up Mt. Pierce towards our last hut.
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| On top of Mt. Pierce. |
The trip started out calm, as can be seen from the photo of Chris and me on top of Mt. Pierce. But as we neared Mt. Eisenhower, a steady wind of probably 40 mph was hitting us. I was concerned about stopping in the wind, as I was wet to the skin and did not want to risk hypothermia.
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| In a sheltered spot along along the trail. |
The trees made a huge difference in the wind! Our trail would be in the full force of the wind when walking over bare boulders, but then it would dip down into 6 foot conifers and the wind would blow over us. A difference of 10 or 15 feet in elevation and some 6 foot trees would mean the difference between a stiff wind and a still one. We made sure to time our water stops in the trees or shielded behind a boulder. And I was relieved when we reached the Lakes Hut just before reaching 4 hours on the trail. No superhuman numbers today. We hiked 4.5 miles. We gained 1,594 feet in elevation, and lost 364 feet. We did not take any of the side trails over Mt. Eisenhower or Mt. Monroe, so we could stay as much out of the wind as possible. And we arrived at the largest of all the huts on the cusp of a "no vacancy" evening.
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| View from the Lakes Hut, Thursday evening. |
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| What do Lakes patrons do when there is no view? Hang out. |
We ended up sharing our room with a man and his two sons, one of which slept constantly after their hike directly from the Highland Center. And we spent much time looking out the dining room's large picture window in wonder at the world as clouds slowly began to give up their grip on the mountains.
Day 5 – Lakes of the Clouds Hut to the car – Friday
Friday morning started with much promise that the rain might be finally over - promise that seemed to end with a 7 AM rain shower.
Every morning as a part of the breakfast "entertainment," the hut croo who cook and serve breakfast also read the weather forecast created at the weather station on top of Mt. Washington. On our final morning in the mountains, the official weather forecast was for unstable weather until the afternoon, when a cold front would move through the area. The skies had cleared again, and we made sure to get on the trail quickly to take advantage of the blue skies for as long as they would last. We opted not to make the mile trip each way to the summit of Mt. Washington, as each of us had been there before and we didn't know how long the blue skies would hold out.
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Last day posing with friends outside the Lakes Hut.
Mt. Monroe is in the background. |
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| Looking northwest from the trail. The smoke from the Cog Railway chugging up to Mt. Washington can be seen. |
We needn't have worried. By the time we were a couple of miles out, between the basically nonexistent Mt. Franklin and Mt. Eisenhower, we could tell that the cold front was coming through and the weather would be beautiful for the rest of our hike. A fitting bookend to the terrible weather after our first day on the trail! and we ended up back at Chris's house in the Boston suburbs at 7 PM, so it is probably just as well that we didn't try to do Mt. Washington.
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| The Presidential Range, including Mt. Eisenhower and Mt. Washington, in the background. |
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| Looking southeast towards the town of North Conway. |
Friday numbers: 7.1 miles in just a hair over 5 hours. Elevation gain: 666 feet. Elevation loss: 3,798 feet.
Total numbers for the week: 42.4 miles in 36 hours, 6 minutes. 14,245 feet gain in elevation. 13,783 loss in elevation.
Despite the rain, it was a great trip. Every hiker should hike the Whites at some point. But remember that there is nothing in Virginia that can really prepare you for the trail conditions up there.
Thinking back on the trip, I am really glad I did it, despite the weather. But it caused some changes. I now wear
a base layer tee that is specifically made to dry quickly and not stink. I have a new rain shell. And I think that when I go back, I will wait until the last minute to reserve hut space, as prior to the 4th of July, the huts remain pretty available during the week. Next time, I am going to make sure the weather looks promising, then reserve a couple of days at the Galehead Hut, using it as a base to grab some more 4,000 footers. I can't wait!
