- Elevation: 4,006 Feet
- Location: Lancaster, NH
- Date Hiked: 3/12/2017
- Companions: 5e & Brenda
- Trails: Starr King Trail
Nothing like going up a four thousand footer on a 0º winters day with a -30º windchill. No seriously…there is nothing like it and I mean this in the most neutral way possible.
As I obsessed over my layering system, waiting for 5e and Brenda to pick me up in Lincoln where I had been staying in a tiny cabin for the weekend, I seriously questioned the decision-making spot on my frontal lobe. 5e had proposed this hike way back in January inspired by daylight savings. I enthusiastically agreed to join her despite my lack of winter hiking experience and my snow-shoe resistance. She brought her best pal Brenda who had never hiked a 4000 footer before (never mind in winter). Fortunately we were all on the same page as far as not being overly attached to summiting and keeping the communication lines open in order to stay safe.
The hike was described as being one of the more moderate of the NH48 for winter hiking and thats why 5e picked it out. The trail was a 7.2 miles round trip out and back with a steady grade and nothing too steep or exposed. There was a smaller peak called Mount Starr King along the way followed by a mile of ridge but the ridge was in the trees so we were protected from the wind. The trail was snow and ice covered and totally packed down so we were able to just wear micro spikes without needing snow shoes.
Twenty minutes into the hike and we were sweating bullets stopping to shed layers and trying to stay dry. Our body temperatures dropped as we gained elevation. We steadily climbed for hours and I became aware of the places where I was getting cold and I wondered if I would be okay, if we would be okay, if I would know if I wasn’t okay and where my edge was. As we ascended, we checked in a lot and helped each other with zippers and laces and buckles and clips. Gloves and freezing temps make everything more challenging. I take my gloves on and off dozens of times when exerting myself outside in winter. My hands get sweaty and I don’t want my gloves to get too wet or I need to get into a zippered pocket and then unwrap a snack. Then my hands are cold and I put my gloves back on and so on. We checked each other out from time to time assessing each other’s okayness. Now 5e and Brenda have been pals for 20 years and know each other pretty well. But since they don’t know me nor do I know them as well, the gauge of “are you okay” was less precise and had a steeper learning curve but the trust was there. The thing about hiking a 4000 footer with others is that it creates instant intimacy. You go from, “hi my name is__” to detailed accounts of whats going on with your body as you burp and rip farts and help each other in and out of your clothes and boots.
The higher we got the more snow was on the trail and caked all over the trees. Any pain or discomfort or cold spots I had went to the back burner once we popped out onto the ridge. The blue sky creeped through making way for a breathtaking wonderland up there. Once on that first summit called Starr King we put on more clothes, ate some snacks and then quickly moved along. Stopping for even two minutes was enough to start rapidly cooling down. The ridge was gorgeous. We were in the trees but there were some clearings with some intense views. The first summit, Starr King actually had more views than Mount Waumbek. We passed some remains from an old fire cabin…ironically all that was left was the fireplace and I wished it had a fire in it.
Before we knew it we had summitted Waumbek exactly 3.5 hours later. We were elated. 5e made a snow angel, we snapped some pics, ate more snacks, and I discovered some ice chunks that had formed on my eye lashes that were just impressive!
We cruised down the mountain half trotting and I even butt slid a few of the steeper snowier sections saving my knees. My feet started to throb once we got to a lower elevation I laid down on the trail and elevated my feet on a log reminding me of all those painful descents on the long trail last summer. It was so beautiful looking up at the trees and the blue sky with the fast moving clouds and I tried to take in as much of it as I could.
Once back at the car we were stoked to have had a successful hike and it was a relief to take my boots off and change into dry cotton in the warm car. It was a lovely drive home through Franconia Notch with Lafayette looming on the left and Cannon rising up on the right. We texted and called our loved ones to let them know we were safe and off the mountain. I got to know my new friends during the 3 hour drive home and we shared stories. I was home in time for dinner and I was in bed by 8:30.
In conclusion, I’m still not sure how I feel about winter hiking. I love the snow and I love the snow caked scraggly trees up there. But zero degrees is kind of intense. I’m hoping my next winter hike will be at least 20 degrees warmer. I have yet to snowshoe up a mountain and to be perfectly honest, I am not that eager to. I don’t mind the micro spikes…they feel like a super power. I AM however VERY eager to hike up a mountain in sneakers and shorts and I can’t wait for that. In the meantime I will continue to experiment with winter hiking.