New Hampshire on the AT: What Mountains???

Mt Moosilauke, NH

June 21, 2014
New Hampshire  started out with the river crossing into Hanover followed by a burrito.
Leaving town I loaded up on some quality food at the co-op and took off into the night. I wasn't planning on night hiking but there wasn't much for good water, so my day ended a little later than usual.
The next night I met Jukebox and Jackrabbit at the Hexacube (six sided) shelter. Best shelter so far in my opinion. The weather got pretty rough on the way to the hikers welcome hostel in Gorham. After drying out there I headed into the White Mountains and up Mt. Moosilauke. The weather was still burning off and the good views turned out the next day after I left the town of Lincoln, thousands of bikers, and Chet the trail angel. My day over the famous Mt. Washington was the crazy weather that mountain regularly sees. Apparently, it broke it's previous record for the highest wind speed at 231 and something miles per hour. I guess it broke the wind recording machine. When I was up on top, there were 80 mph gusts and not much visibility, so I don't think I even found the mound that marks the top.
The next day the weather cleared up and it was "motorcycles only" on the road that goes to the top. I was over on the next set of mountains at least 10-20 miles away and all I heard was glug glug glug (the sound of big boy motorcycles). "Thunder in the Mountains" they call this week. I pulled up to a very nice hostel in the town of Gorham, NH for a nice day off and some rest for my knees. The White Mountains were great but for all the traffic they get, it seems like they would improve the trail system. All you do is go straight up and straight down. Toss in a switchback here and there.
I can now cross off my list "seeing a moose." It was a mama moose and her baby. Also, I scared a ferret up a tree. At least I think it was a ferret. I had a lot of people asking me if Big Hungry could handle herself in the crazy White Mountains. What they didn't know is that Big Hungry is a beast and if she could talk, she would say, "What mountains???" She was running up and down those hills like a wild animal while her owner huffed and puffed his way along. She still has done every step of the AT with her own four feet!!!

Dinner

Just High

Trail

Hexacube Shelter