I got distracted by a month back on the Pedi wards. It felt terrible, but wasn’t objectively so bad–but it certainly ate into my sitting-around-excessively-late-and-futzing-on-the-internet time. And H graduated! Really, he was done after he defended in December, but this made it official AND was celebrated with a lovely visit from his folks from far-off WA (hi Stacia and David!). These were very lovely distractions.
So, pictures! These are from the last day, which was gorgeous and sunny. Tradition requires that we hike up Boott Spur at least once per vacation, so that’s what we did.
Requisite goofy picture at the Tuckerman Ravine trailhead.
I love the avalanche and falling ice signs. Very important message, but the faces on the stick figures running away are priceless!
Here is the ladder that started it all…
View from the first viewpoint
It’s hard to see, but some clever person adapted this former alpine zone sign with a message of their own*.
Ascending in the above-treeline section…it is exactly as steep as it looks. We lost the trail and I made H turn around in a steep section just above where I was in this picture. It was astonishingly clear and beautiful, but windy, and I didn’t feel confident enough in my own (very limited) winter above-treeline experience to push on.
Amazing sculpted snowscape.
And more around a half-buried cairn.
View into Tuckerman Ravine from Harvard Rock.
And a view up at the ridge where we’d been headed.
So then we descended, feeling a little tired after a week of breaking trail and slopping through snow. We had seen a lot of moose tracks all week without seeing much additional evidence of moose, and so we didn’t think too much of moose tracks on the trail at first…but then they seemed very fresh. We had just started speculating on how recently the moose had come through when we came around a hairpin turn…
And there was the moose! (The brown blob in the middle of the picture is its rear end, and the diagonal blob peeking out of the trees is its nose). It (she?) was snacking on some delicious evergreen bark along the trail. At first we were entertained by watching it from a safe distance. Then we started to get impatient and made a lot of noise to try and get it to move along. The moose was not impressed and continued its leisurely meal, plodding along a foot or two along the trail every so often. Finally we decided to bushwhack around the moose. Of course, the first thing that interested it was the sound of us crashing through the brush. For a moment I thought it was going to charge or come investigate–fortunately after we picked up the pace, we got through the woods and successfully circumvented the moose without incident.
While waiting for the moose to relocate, I noticed this very large, very blood filled moose tick sitting in a moose print (finger for scale). Impressive.
It was a beautiful if somewhat frustrating hike. This was the second time we have had to turn around on Boott Spur because of weather (last time was thick fog), but even so it’s hard to be disappointed.
More to follow!
*The sign reads “Mt Washington [with an up arrow] FAR”