The Pemi Loop

Possibly one of my favourite trails that I have had the pleasure to run along in the US so far. Sitting in the White Mountains and not far from Mt Washington this perfect loop is an epic challenge whether you run or hike. Sitting at 29 miles (47 km’s) and with almost 10,000ft (3,000m) of ascent including eight of the New Hampshire 48er’s above 4,000ft.

The Pemi Loop

The Pemi Loop

After the Press Traverse we had a pretty casual day recovering with a mixture of good food, a couple of beers at Schillings Brewery in Littleton (link to the brewery is here, it was definitely a worthwhile stop!!) as well as a short run along a river for an evening dip. Once back at the house we spent a happy evening with our supplies spread out across the floor as we worked through all the bits of kit, food and water that we would need over the 10 - 15 hours that it might take to cover the 29 miles. The normal guide is that the hike should take 20 hours normally split over 2 to 4 days where as the fastest time currently sits at 5 hrs 27 mins, there are now records for double pemi loops, super pemi’s and completing 14 of the 4000er’s via the pemi loop. If you are interested check the records out on the link Pemi FKT.

After yet more food and an early ish night was in order for the early start the following morning.

The plan was to reach the trail head around 7 am with us trying to maximise the amount of daylight on the trail. The first difficulty of the day was finding parking as despite our early arrival all the spaces were already filled along with a significant amount of parking going on up the main road. After a walk to the starting area we arrived at the bridge that marked the start of the trail, we took a few pictures before heading on up the trail. We were doing the route in reverse as we wanted to run what we thought to be the more challenging section out the way first. First up was a few miles of no climbing where we made quick progress dodging between groups headed along the pine covered trail, the scent of pine trees in the crisp morning air. The slightly bouncy surface felt like we could run for days on. The climb came to a rather abrupt beginning with a steep and rocky climb up into the mountains. Making progress bit by bit up the mountain towards the first summit of Bond Cliff standing at 4265ft ( 1300m) followed shortly afterwards by Mount Bond 4698ft (1432m). We arrived above the tree line to incredible views, blue skies and wispy clouds drifting over the summits. The views were mind blowing. One of our group made his way towards a cliff edge to check out the climbing potential. Some slightly wobbly runners legs making him think otherwise about going too close to the edge. First summit down and onto the next.

Our Start Line

Our Start Line

History: Mount Bond (part of the trio of Bondcliff, West Bond and Mount Bound all of which are official 4000 footers) was named after Professor George Bond from Harvard University an astronomer who in 19th Century suggest the use of photography to measure a stars magnitude. He also surveyed the White Mountains. 

In comparison to the presidential traverse the trail was a beautifully carved out trail at this stage in the journey we moved along at a good pace as a group following the ridge line round the rim of this huge bowl all the while being able to see our final peak of the day. I have historically not enjoyed seeing the finishing point of a run but the spectacular views more than made up for the fact that the final summit teased us with our progress. Our pace ebbed and flowed with the difficulty of the terrain. The route skirted round Mount Guyot 4580ft (1396m), there was a bit of me that wanted to add these additional peaks onto the route for the day, I have since learnt about routes such as the super pemi that do. A tempting challenge for 2021. 

History: The mountain is named after Professor H. Guyot from Princeton University who was a geologist and geographer. The mountain is not an official 4000 footer due to its height above the col to South Twin Mountain.

The next section was the make or break for the day with the route becoming more and more technical all the way to South Twin Mountain. Our pace slowed as we tried to be as delicate as possible hoping between rocks and roots. We started coming across more people who had been camping over night and beginning to make their way round the remainder of the trail. The thought of carrying a large pack on some of the terrain made me appreciate the light and fast approach we had taken. We were still making good progress and I was feeling really good despite having run the Presidential Traverse a couple of days before (you can read about that on this link ). We were also running as a larger group which made for a great run and at least for this first half everyone seemed to be happy with the speed and approach to sticking together.

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We reached the summit of South Twin Mountain 4902ft (1494m) but given the length of the day we didn’t pause for long and made the dash towards Gale Head hut. 

Quick fact: South Twin Mountain sits on part of the Appalachian Trail that runs 2,170 miles from Georgia to Maine. I still have no idea how the likes of Karel Sabbe, Scott Jurek, Karl Meltzer, Joe McConaughy and Jennifer Pharr-Davis completed the route in under 50 days. Mind blowing the speed and endurance these athletes have. 

After this summit the route dropped down considerably towards the hut marking our midway point, it was here that the rocks and rugged terrain really took a bit of a toll on the team. I used the last of my water coming into the Gale head hut, perfect timing. We paused here surrounded by other runners and hikers topping up on food and water. Greg grabbed a burrito, I grabbed a brownie for the trail. Meanwhile some of the guys were patching up their feet for the second stage of our run. The sun was out and beamed down on us all as we sat soaking in the rays. It was time to head on and make the most the the day light as we all wanted to minimise risk of spending any time running in the dark. It was this second section where the groups pace differed a little and we naturally broke into two groups as the trail meandered up and down towards the next summit of Mount Garfield 4413 ft (1345m). It was here that the weather started to turn with clouds beginning to build all around us. We had been incredibly lucky with the weather so far on this trip and I was wondering what would be more pleasant sunshine or a touch of rain to cool us down as we ran along. I should have spent my time wishing for the sunshine!

Summit number four complete and now it was time to head onto Mount Lafayette 5249 ft (1600 m). It was here that the number of people out on the trail started to increase and the weather began to really turn. Clouds started to lower over the summits covering them in a veil and as we made our way up a number of false summits the wind and rain started to pick up. Donning jackets to stay slightly warmer, we made our way carefully up the rocky mountain. Behind and below us we were trying to pick out the coloured jackets from Andy and Greg but we couldn’t make them out and in the cold, wet weather we made the decision to continue a head on to stay as warm as possible. Making the summit and there were crowds of people, despite the relatively quite trails to this point the numbers of people were incredible as was the fact that many had minimal gear to deal with the now very different conditions to the beginning of the day. 

History fact: Mt Lafayette is named after General Lafayette a french military hero  who fought during the American Revolutionary war and was an aide to George Washington. 

Next up was 3 rolling summits North Lincoln, Mount Lincoln and little Haystack Mountain, the three of us making good progress along the trail. And as the rain and wind started to albeit I could remove my jacket. All that remained was the final 2 peaks of the day.  Mount liberty and Mount flume. We passed a few other runners along the way and as we arrived at the top of Mount Flume another group kindly took some photos of us before the descent to the finish. 

The final descent was certainly one of the highlights of the day. The trail for the most part felt like a perfectly designed trail carved for us down the mountain, our speed began to naturally pick up on the way down as we inched our way to the finish. Ever expecting the terrain to suddenly change and hamper our progress. Instead the trail became better and better all the way down. Broken up occasionally by some incredibly crafted wooden steps that covered the more challenging sections. The trail soon became a hard packed trail more similar to the one I experienced on the Pine to Palm last year (you can read about that experience here). The final couple of miles were pure elation running freely down the pine tree trails and then onto the hard packed route we initially ran on at the beginning towards the bridge and our finish line. Our pace kicking up a couple of notches for an almost sprint finish. Touching the bridge we had done it (watches stopped to capture the all important finishing time, as they say if its not on strava it didn’t happen….). All that was left was for us to bask in our glory whilst drinking a beer and soaking in the nearby stream.

Stats for the long weekend:

Days: 3

Distance covered: 56 miles

ascent: 20,000ft 

NH 4000 footers completed: 16 

The Presi Traverse

Distance travelled: 20.08 miles

Altitude climbed: 9,469 ft

Total Time: 8hr 7mins

When I arrived in the US 4 years ago I first experienced the wonders of New Hampshire on a cold winters day when I joined the Appalachian Mountain Club for a day skiing trip on the Cog track on Mt Washington. On a side note I would highly recommend joining the Appalachian Mountain Club if you are ever in the North East. My first day with them was especially memorable (link Skiing on Mt Washington) as I had made a very school boy error in forgetting my goggles. My eyelashes froze on the ski down, not convenient. 

The Presi Traverse (The end at Mizpah Spring hut is wrong, read on to find out why…)

The Presi Traverse

Ever since my first visit to New Hampshire I had been wanting to do a winter and summer trek to the summit of Mt Washington. A place renowned for the highest recorded wind speed on earth outside of a tropical storm.  I had heard about an epic running challenge where you traverse length of a ridge line following what’s called the Presidential traverse. At 23 miles (37km) and 9,000 feet of gain (2,700m) it's not for the faint hearted and is rated as one of the toughest running/hiking routes in the north east of the US. 

TOP TIP: learn the US President's names and who each peak is officially named after to make sure you don’t accidentally run an extra peak. ***Hint*** Clay is not a former US President. And Mt Jackson isn’t named after former US president Andrew Jackson. I learnt that at the finish when my friends wondered where I had got to.

My opportunity to run the Presidential Traverse came when a friend invited me on a long weekend running trip in New Hampshire with a bunch of his buddies. Of course I said YES!! immediately.

First was the journey up to New Hampshire. It was meant to be a fairly mundane day. I was feeling a little under the weather (having fainted in the morning, long story…) and was not looking forward to a long drive up to New Hampshire. I ride shared with one other up to my friend’s house in Beacon NY where we pit-stopped for lunch, burritos! They hit the spot. I was finally beginning to feel normal by the time I finished my second. 

After a fairly decent drive we arrived to yet more food - despite not having run yet I was beginning to eat as if I had done a few days of ultras. Let’s call it pre-run prep. The evening was spent munching pizza, assessing the route and packing our bags. There was of course a bit of beer drunk and lots of chatter about how quickly we might be able to run the Traverse.

After the rough morning, the long drive and packing of our equipment However I was too excited to sleep, I tossed and turned through the night until my alarm finally signaled morning. I munched some cold oats and cold brew whilst watching some of the guys working on brewing the perfect batch of drip coffee before hitting the road.

The crew

The crew

We dropped a car at the end point before heading back to the start as a group and ready to rock. A quick pee stop, a final drink, photo and it was time to hit the trail. 

It has been a long time since I ran in a group that was not part of a race. I was envisioning our small tribe heading along the wooded trail. The trail started relatively flat and untechnical before kicking up the gears. The group soon dispersed and the poles I had taken out were also stashed away as the trail turned to more of a rock scramble heading up Mt Madison (5,367ft, 1,636m). Despite the early start and the mild temperatures I was beginning to heat up quickly. I climbed higher until I slowly made my way out of the tree line. And then it was onto a large boulder field heading directly to the summit. Hopping from boulder to boulder all the while keeping an eye on the cairns that marked the route that snaked its way up to the summit. I tried not to peek at the incredible view before reaching the top. Mt Madison down, 7 more to go! (or so I thought...) 

History lesson: Mt Madison was named after James Madison, 4th US President from 1809 to 1817. According to Wiki He is hailed as the “Father of the Constitution” for his pivotal role in drafting and promoting the Constitution of the United States.

From here the route was laid out in front of us, I could see a few peaks ahead before the pinnacle of Mt Washington sitting high above all the others waiting for our arrival. I could make out one of our group just a head of me as I scrambled down. He had come up a quicker route and already made the summit before heading back down a bit to Madison Spring hut to fill up some water. I grabbed a couple of cups of water and together we headed on. 

Up we climbed, munching on yet more food - breakfast number 2 or maybe 3 of the day.  There wasn’t a huge amount of other people moving about on the mountains at this point allowing us to move  freely along the trail. 

Soon we reached the second peak of the day, Mt Adams (5,735ft, 1,748m). A quick photo and slightly less time admiring the views and on to the next peak. 

History lesson: Mt Adams is named after John Adams, second US President from 1797 to 1801. John Adams was a leader of the American Revolution that achieved independence from Great Britain, and he served as the first vice-president of the US.

After the second peak I slowly edged ahead of my running buddy, trying to catch up with a few of the lads further ahead although I anticipated them being considerably further a head. I ticked off Mt Jefferson (5,659ft, 1,725m) and Mt Clay (5,525ft, 1,684m). Mt Clay was an addition to the “basic” 7 peaks of the Presidential Traverse, what can I say, these lads like a challenge! But it was Mt Washington I was looking forward to, it felt like the pinnacle of the route with everything after it being kind of downhill (or at least less of a climb).

History lesson: Mt Jefferson is named after Thomas Jefferson, third US President from 1801 to 1809. Interesting fact from the Washington Post; instead of having “former US President” inscribed on his grave he chose “Author of the Declaration of Independence, of the Statue of Virginia for religious freedom and Father of the University of Virginia”. Mt Clay is named after Henry Clay, 19th century senator and US Secretary of State from Kentucky - not a US President. But an official peak of the Presidential Traverse nonetheless.

In front of us we could make out the line of cars driving to the summit and the cog train. The track was well trodden allowing for some good progress prior to a small boulder field near the summit. Arriving at the top we joined crowds of people, motorbikes, cars and a queue to stand by the sign marking the peak of Mt Washington (6,288ft, 1,917m). 

History lesson: Mt Washington is named after George Washington the first US President 1789-1797. Random fact from The History Channel; “Washington wasn’t just America’s first president, he was also its first mule breeder.

I lost the Shaun amongst the crowds on Mt Washington so I headed on down as quickly as possible. With my buff pulled over my face (thanks COVID) I ran down the perfectly laid stone path towards the "Lakes of the Clouds" hut to resupply. The hut is operated by the Appalachian Mountain Club - thanks guys! A quick water stop and I was on my way. 

I was up and over Mt Monroe (5,372ft, 1,637m), the 6th peak of the day, by about 2pm.

History lesson: Mt Monroe is named after James Monroe, fifth US President from 1817 to 1825. When Monroe was James Madison’s secretary of state he bought Florida from Spain for about $5 million.

I headed onwards to Mt Eisenhower (4,760ft, 1,450m), my 7th peak, I was pretty sure I only had one left. Looking at the route I had plotted on my phone there appeared to be two more. The rough and technical terrain was starting to take its toll. 

History lesson: Mt Eisenhower is named after Dwight Eisenhower, 34th US President from 1953 to 1961. Eisenhower was apparently the first US President to ride in a helicopter!

Ahead of me I could see a little peak, Mt Pierce (4,291ft, 1,308m) sitting above the trees as I headed along the path. I reached the top knackered and and couldn’t quite believe that there was still one peak to go.

History Lesson: Mt Pierce is named after Franklin Pierce, 14th US President from 1853 to 1857. Wiki notes; Pierce is regularly ranked as one of the worst US Presidents - hopefully in part due to his alienation of anti-slavery groups and enforcement of the Fugitive Slave Act. 

Then onto my final peak and 9th, Mt Jackson.

History Lesson: This peak wasn’t named after former US President Andrew Jackson who was the seventh US President from 1829 to 1837. It was instead named after Charles Thomas Jackson who served as State Geologist for New Hampshire, Maine and Rhode Island in the late 19th century. Charles Thomas Jackson is remembered by many for his involvement in a series of bitter conflicts that followed a pattern; a discovery would be announced by someone, Jackson would then claim prior discovery,  and a controversy would ensue. Among the conflicts were the discover of guncotton, the telegraph, the digestive action of the stomach and the anesthetic effects of ether.

In short Jackson was a fraud (both the mountain and apparently Charles)  - this mountain tricked me into believing it was a former US President when I was at my most exhausted.

A few hikers at the top told me there was about a 30 - 45 min trip down to the parking lot. The initial part was straight down a rocky scrambly route. It felt like a fairly brutal section to finish on. Slowly but surely I started to hear the road up ahead and popped out of the trees all of a sudden to see the rest of the group waiting. It turned out that I added a decent amount of distance to the Presi traverse. 

I was delighted to have completed the route and to be finished as I washed down my run with a cold beer and some pickles.  

Kite Skiing - In the White Mountains

For the last couple of years I have been playing around with kites trying to get into kite surfing and although I haven’t done masses it is something i have really enjoyed. 

Back in the winter months I met up with Jamie from our Baffin Island expedition with the idea of heading to the white mountains for a spot of kite skiing and any other mountain activities we could squeeze into the time up there. 

A couple of weeks out and the conditions were looking great. We were then hit by a heat wave as I watched the snow quickly melt. It was February and instead of spending the weekend skiing I was down on jersey shore in shorts and a t-shirt flying a kite instead. 

Despite hoping for a final dump of snow it never came as we hit the road for the drive north. Conditions in Quebec looked marginally better but the additional day spent in the car wasn't going to be worthwhile. We soon found ourselves reaching our destination of Conway. A wee town with mountains on its door step. 

The following day we met up with our instructor Zeb who has amassed an amazing breadth of experience in kiting and any activity that involves the mountains to the ocean. The conditions for the week were quite mixed which provided a perfect balance of classroom time going through theory of kite flying as well as working through everything kite related from setting it up to taking it down quickly and under control. All in the warmth of the mountain store. 

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As conditions improved we headed out to a nearby frozen potato field. Patches of ice shone turquoise blues in the sunshine. Pulling out the kites we laid them on the ground. Stretching out the lines as we had done been practising, it was certainly a different sensation doing it with large mitts on rather than board shorts . The final part of hooking ourselves in and putting our skis on. 

One of the biggest differences of kite skiing vs kite surfing is you don't have the same challenges of the water start and that initial period of having to get just the right amount of pull to get yourself out of the water. Instead you are standing as we launch the kites and as soon as they pick up enough power we are soon gliding across the snow and ice. 

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As we got more used to the kites and conditions are confidence grew. We were soon zooming across the ice. We would occasionally hit patches of hardened ice where our skis would skip and skid as we tried to find some grip and purchase on our edges. 

 

The next step was heading up wind. This involved digging our edges in even harder  and working the kite in the wind to start tacking in the direction we wanted to head in. Bit by bit we began to get the hang of it making it slightly further up wind with each attempt. There were of course mistakes along the way as we got to grips with the setup. Factoring in trees, the large overhead watering system, the odd pipe and the occasional patch of solid ice was certainly different to kite surfing. And a bit like how I was told there are either paraglider who have hit a tree or those who will the same seems to hold true with kite skiing. As we got one of the kites spectacularly held up in one of the trees. Fortunately there was no spectacular crashes of being lifted into the air and ceremoniously dumped onto the ground.  

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As the week wore on our confidence grew along with our skills we were soon making it up to ends of the field we had been looking at all week. To continue spicing things up we also started including drills to take them down quickly in an emergency. 

It had been a fantastic week with a huge amount to absorb but we both certainly wanted more time playing about with kites in the snow. Packing up we were sad to see the mountains grow small in the mirrors as we made our way south to warmer less mountainous areas. 

Of course only a couple of weeks later the snow finally came and temperatures plummeted.

Windiest Place on Earth

Mount Washington The chance to ski on the windiest place on earth. Why wouldn’t I turn that option down.

Not long after moving to the North east I found out about an organisation called the Appalachian mountain club who were organising a ski tour up the Cog railway on mount Washington. Situated in an incredible area known as the white mountains in New Hampshire. Mount Washington I quickly discovered once had (only relatively recently beaten into second place) the highest recorded surface wind speed outside of a tropical storm coming in at 231mph.

It isn’t the closest ski area but with the warmer than usual temperatures in the north east it was always going to be about travelling further north to get the best snow possible. Unlike the previous weekend, the temperatures had certainly begun to cool down. As I started to make the drive north the weather began to change and by the end of the night it was snowing. I was seriously looking forward to getting out the car after a fairly brutal 7 hour drive after a full days work. As much as I wanted the snow I didn’t really fancy the slowing down of the journey.

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Arriving at the lodge I crashed out as soon as I hit the mattress, it didn’t feel like many hours later than the first people began to stir, all trying to get the best conditions for the day. Munching a quick breakfast all washed down with large mugs of coffee, I made my way to the meeting point. Now despite it once having the highest recorded wind speed on earth there is still a railway to the summit along with an access road. Our plan was to follow the train tracks up the mountain and once out of the tree line see what the conditions were like. Summiting was highly unlikely with forecasts of high winds and a thick layer of cloud covering it.

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I had enjoyed the ski mountaineering racing but this was a completely different experience again. The pace obviously much more sedate with the emphasis being on efficiency and trying not to sweat. Compared to my race strategy of trying to go as fast and efficiently as possible. Which was more of a brute strength and endurance exercise. And certainly less care for the amount of sweating going on. It was however a lot colder, hovering around the -5 to -15F , a balmy -20 to -26C and the  wind chill on top. Despite this it still felt quite warm as we meandered up hill surrounded by trees which looked incredible. Like frozen statues dotted all the way up the mountain side. Pausing occasionally to have a drink and admire the views behind and in front of us, despite the large bank of clouds hiding the summit. It wasn’t the blue bird day we had all hoped for but still fantastic being out on the mountain.

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Arriving at the first split point and we soon bundled up as the temperature plummeted. We had come out of the trees and the wind now had us in its sights. The rail line had clearly taken the full force of this onslaught for quite a while as its frozen structure looked like something from another planet. Not even in the arctic had I seen buildings covered in ice to this extent.

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A few of us opted to continue slightly further up the mountainside. It is safe to say we needn’t have bothered. All that proceed was some skating around on an icy surface of wind stripped mountainside. We tried to get purchase on what little friction we could get but despite this effort we hardly made it any further up for a lot more huffing and puffing. With the wind battering our faces and bodies it was only sensible to head back down. There was no chance of a summit today and the possibility of some better powder round the corner was never going to happen without some more hardware of ice axes and crampons. Even then we were not convinced there would be any great powder.

It was a quick turn around to get out the wind. I say quick but the ice and strong winds made it tough work wrapping up our ski skins to get them put away. Its like trying to roll loose duck tape up in a strong gale into a neat organised bundle.

And then the bit we had built up for, the ski down. Despite the odd patch of ice there were some great stretches of powder. The three of us who had tried to go a bit higher made the most of the descent getting in as many tight wee turns to float on the powder. In the hunt for some I managed to find a fairly lightly covered rock. Skiing over it I stopped almost instantly, trying to recover my balance from the forward momentum only to finally pop out of my bindings. Unfortunately one of the guys saw the whole thing unfold in a particularly slow and  inelegant fashion.

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We made it down to the bottom and back to the lodge for a well deserved hot shower and drink.

The next day I headed up to the in famous tuckermanns ravine. You can check out a couple of pro skiers hitting this on the link below:

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It isn’t recommended generally to ski it until later in the season but whilst in the area I at least wanted to have a peek at what it was all about. I followed the trail up which is incredibly well marked. Past people snow shoeing up and a number of groups up for the weekend as part of a nearby ice festival learning about avalanche rescue techniques. The wind certainly felt less strong and it was definitely a warmer day than the previous one. Snow occasionally fell from the trees. It was a pretty magical sight.

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Slowly but surely the ravine revealed itself. Each glimpse between the trees showing a bit more until I came round the corner and caught sight of the whole area. With clear views of the summit of mount washington in the background. There in front the huge tuckermanns ravine and the steepest ski descents in the north east, or at least one of the better known ones.

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Arriving at a small cabin and there were groups continuing up as part of their avalanche course as well as some skiers who despite the now windy conditions had opted to try a few routes. It looked pretty incredible and in places pretty intimidating even from a distance. I headed on up the mountain as I wanted to see the full face of it. Some of the slopes are up at 40 - 50 degree range. The wind had certainly picked up though and I was now taking a bit of a beating even if it was warmer than the previous day. Arriving at the bottom of tuckermanns and I could finally take it it. I definitely want to return to the slopes here and take on some of these descents.

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Heading back down the mountain and my legs could finally enjoy a bit of a down hill ski. After trekking up it made for a nice change. Despite this I still had to walk a few bits at the top due to not being able to find a decent route to ski down as well as the path I walked up being really quite tight between rocks, trees and a small stream that with the warmer conditions wasn’t completely covered in snow.

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I soon found myself down the bottom  of the mountain just in time to munch a load of food in the car and before the return journey back down south to new jersey.