We have been very slowly chipping away at the 48 NH 4000 footers list. For the past couple of years we have camped in Crawford Notch and so we’ve been trying to check off some of the easier ones in that area. This year we decided to do Mt. Jackson.
The sky was trying to decide whether to keep raining or not when we got up but we decided to give it a go anyway. It was expected to clear up and we figured we could always turn around if it got too wet.
We found the trailhead just south of the depot on 302. The parking is across the street and the trail head itself is a bit hidden from the road. Well maybe not if you were driving at a reasonable pace. Maybe I’m providing commentary on Steve’s driving, not on the trail head.
It was pretty steady climbing. Not difficult, but steady. And it became painfully clear that I was woefully out of shape. But onwards and upwards, right?
The trail was quiet. We passed one other couple and then a large group of campers passed us in the opposite direction. I was surprise how quiet it was. I realize it was a Wednesday but it was still VERY quiet. This was our first glimmer of a view.
At some point Tess decided to help me bring up the rear. (No pun intended). She’d scamper ahead and then wait for me to catch up. It actually worked out quite nicely, giving her plenty of breaks and letting the boys go up ahead.
When we finally made it to the top it was amazing
And windy. So very windy. We rushed through the obligatory family shot on the summit and looked for a more sheltered shot to have lunch.
One last selfie before we headed back down. I just can’t help myself. I carry the camera and so if I want to be in the picture without having to set up some sort of self timer precariously perched situation, selfies it is.
We headed back down the way we came.
And here was my moment of panic. How in the world was I going to get down that?
I mean he looks like he’s walking off the edge of the mountain. So I scooted on my bum. Slowly. But surely.
Here is Steve carrying the kids’ hiking poles. And my pack. While taking the dog.
Speaking of the dog, she has apparently decided that she doesn’t need a stinking bridge. Ever.
But she’s so cute, I’ll forgive her for the mud.
We stopped to have a snack at the Silver Cascade crossing. The boys had gotten pretty far ahead from Tess and me and so we set that as our meeting place. Tess wanted a candy break and we were trying to ration all of our stops so we could get to the car. The kids had fun playing in the water until Tess slid in and came up drenched to her armpits.
But still with a smile on her face. I would NOT be smiling, let me assure you. All in all a fabulous hike on what turned out to be a gorgeous day.