I had been missing New England so much, especially the White Mountains. I missed the sweet scent of evergreens tall and dense, lining the pulpy earth with their needles. I missed the special quiet that comes with breaking treeline and entering the alpine zone. I missed trails that will simultaneously break your heart with…
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We stopped at Wednesday Lake on the afternoon of our first day. The water was deep, dark, and refreshingly cool under the beating sun. As we swam, my father let out a huge sigh of relief. We were blissfully weightless after carrying forty-five pounds on our backs for…
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