Thank you, Mount Kearsarge

One of the best things about living in the suburbs is the ability to look up Google maps, hit a random spot of green, and take off.

That’s how sophisticated my husband and I are when it comes to planning for day hikes. A decision made during a 20 seconds commercial break of an episode of The Good Doctor.

Hiking STAT!

 

13 October, 2019 was a perfect day.

Days like that I wish I’m versed in poetry, because nothing I say here would come close to describing the perfect confluence of weather and emotional state that I experienced.

I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

We took Ralf’s parents with us on the ride too.

Unlike most hikes where vehicles park at the base of the mountain/hill, Mount Kearsarge’s parking lot was at the top. There was a little entry fee ($4/pax) and a 10 minute wait time to be let up once another vehicle came down.

We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.

– Charlotte Brontë

There was a second ascend.

I did not take a photo of the view from the summit. There’s no camera that could adequately capture the colors or scene before me.

I committed them all to memory.

The hike down equally rewarding.

There are moments where I’m just grateful to be alive.

Post Mount Kearsarge we even found ourselves celebrating Fall with the townsfolk of Warner!

One could watch the Warner lumberjack championships; listen to a live band; eat fried dough or slide with a gurney sack.

One could have it all.