north reading jim
04-28-2002, 09:54 AM
Hello to all Tuckermanians,
I trudged a near sixty pound pack, no board\ski equipment, up to lean-to 5 Friday night. We, saxman and I, arrived around 7:00 pm. The saxman and I nestled in w\our Canadian mates for a frosty night sleep, frosty for me. I was naive, sleeping with a light three season bag and three layers of fleece only to shiver most of the night away. Awaking before the dawn Saturday morning brought hope when the sun cracked the horizon and the sax man relinquished his tune up,,,,,,,snoring. After some fuel injected caffeine, a plug for star bucks breakfast blend, ahh liquid gold, we ventured to hojo's only to find a steady, New Hampshire fresh, and nostril numbing wind. We pondered the notion of hiking into to the bowl, I as a lunch rock photographer\spectator dude. Well, after a saxman prepared lunch, tasty I might ad, we re-harnessed the jack@ss and slothfully meandered our way to pinkham paradise. All in all I would have preferred Mother Nature to heed my desire to subside her ghastly torrents for the day but, alas, all it means is another trek up to the bowl, in the hope that the sun will shine, the breeze will not freeze the saxmans nimble fingers, and people like you, boarder\skiers pushing your boundaries and skiing the ravine. Thanks for showing up. jack@ss jim
I trudged a near sixty pound pack, no board\ski equipment, up to lean-to 5 Friday night. We, saxman and I, arrived around 7:00 pm. The saxman and I nestled in w\our Canadian mates for a frosty night sleep, frosty for me. I was naive, sleeping with a light three season bag and three layers of fleece only to shiver most of the night away. Awaking before the dawn Saturday morning brought hope when the sun cracked the horizon and the sax man relinquished his tune up,,,,,,,snoring. After some fuel injected caffeine, a plug for star bucks breakfast blend, ahh liquid gold, we ventured to hojo's only to find a steady, New Hampshire fresh, and nostril numbing wind. We pondered the notion of hiking into to the bowl, I as a lunch rock photographer\spectator dude. Well, after a saxman prepared lunch, tasty I might ad, we re-harnessed the jack@ss and slothfully meandered our way to pinkham paradise. All in all I would have preferred Mother Nature to heed my desire to subside her ghastly torrents for the day but, alas, all it means is another trek up to the bowl, in the hope that the sun will shine, the breeze will not freeze the saxmans nimble fingers, and people like you, boarder\skiers pushing your boundaries and skiing the ravine. Thanks for showing up. jack@ss jim