Some highlights from a two day backpacking trip during fall of 2021 in New Hampshire. I ended up running out of daylight rather quickly one day one, then needing to hustle on day two to complete the route, and didn’t film nearly as much as I would have liked to.
My route began at the Glen Ellis Falls trailhead and took me up the Glen Boulder Trail before descending the Davis Path to camp on night one. On day two, I summited Mt Isolation before backtracking up the Davis Path, crossing to the Lakes of the Clouds, and climbing Mt Monroe. Next, I made it to the peak of Mt Washington via the Crawford Path and descended on the Lions Head Trail before skirting around Lost Pond and crossing the Ellis River back to the trailhead at dark. Regrettably, I caught almost almost none of the the stunning views above treeline on camera…something for next time!
Every year in August, I become more and more nostalgic for the turn of the seasons and the changing of the leaves. There always seems something nearly magical about the woods as they are set ablaze with reds, oranges, and yellows. The sound of the wind, the rush of the rivers, the smell of the decaying wood – every sense seems amplified during autumn in New England. For me, nothing quite compares.
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Some highlights from a two day backpacking trip during fall of 2021 in New Hampshire. I ended up running out of daylight rather quickly one day one, then needing to hustle on day two to complete the route, and didn’t film nearly as much as I would have liked to.
My route began at the Glen Ellis Falls trailhead and took me up the Glen Boulder Trail before descending the Davis Path to camp on night one. On day two, I summited Mt Isolation before backtracking up the Davis Path, crossing to the Lakes of the Clouds, and climbing Mt Monroe. Next, I made it to the peak of Mt Washington via the Crawford Path and descended on the Lions Head Trail before skirting around Lost Pond and crossing the Ellis River back to the trailhead at dark. Regrettably, I caught almost almost none of the the stunning views above treeline on camera…something for next time!
Every year in August, I become more and more nostalgic for the turn of the seasons and the changing of the leaves. There always seems something nearly magical about the woods as they are set ablaze with reds, oranges, and yellows. The sound of the wind, the rush of the rivers, the smell of the decaying wood – every sense seems amplified during autumn in New England. For me, nothing quite compares.