On Labor Day, the morning after our 15-mile, 10-hour Mount Washington and Jefferson hike, I awoke from the sleep of the dead in our tent with a stiff back, odd patches of sunburn, and an insatiable appetite for eggs. Nothing like fried eggs on a chilly morning in the mountains! We dawdled over our hot beverages as the campers around us packed up their campgrounds, burned the last of their wood, and prepared to head back to civilization. It was sad to see everyone go, but at least we wouldn’t have to wait in line for the showers.
Our agenda for the day: Mount Moriah, a scenic 8-mile jaunt with some strenuous moments that provides excellent views of the Presidential and Carter ranges. The route to the summit coincides with the Appalachian Trail, and the only other hikers we saw were grizzled AT guys. It was a welcome change from yesterday’s hoopla on Mount Washington.
Also of note: I debuted my new hiking attire, which included a flirty skort (a portmanteau of skirt and shorts). Love the hiking skort!
Ascending Mount Moriah
View from Mount Moriah
Summit of Mount Moriah
