We're home now after camping 3 nights at Crocker Pond, in the White Mountain National Forest. A rustic and kind of buggy small campground overlooking Crocker Pond and Albany Mountain. A really lovely spot if you've got bug repellent and can boil water for cleaning up.
This past weekend was the first time I've had a really rotten hike. And here are my thoughts about that experience. As written in my 4x3 inch travel notebook while on the trail and later at the campsite. Tomorrow's post will be a little more upbeat.
Not all hikes are lovely.
Not all hikes are awe-inspiring, mountain conquests.
Some are buggy, boggy, bushwacking trials, or trails, of endurance.
Toe-stubbing, foot tripping, leg aching treks.
PMS at all the wrong times.
Lots of sweating and no shower at camp - ugh!
Weary tears of fatigue and frustration.
Unable to discipline myself to reach the summit.
Too tired to care.
So pathetic compared to my seven year old son,
whose energy is boundless and sense of adventure undaunted.
Seven hours of hiking, four hours too many.
Shaky legs, sweaty body, tie-erd feet.
Walk on through, rushing water.
One more creek crossing, end in sight.
[...] rest of the camping story Submitted by renee on Mon, 2008-07-07 19:45. Ok, so Friday was a tough day. I guess looking back it wasn't quite so bad. All I had to do was hike uphill (both ways it seemed) [...]