Early in the morning I was told by Professor Zorn to secure Professor Arion’s hiking boots that he had apparently left in our bunkhouse for the night. To my surprise after moving said boots to our kitchen, where I had been filing up my water for the day, a female hiker came up and asked for her property back. I happily obliged and feigned innocence in the attempted theft of property. I was able to escape with my tail between my legs and our group left for the start of the trail that leads to Mt.Martha.
The trail begins with a very, very, very small footbridge that marks the start of an enjoyable trail. The trail did not begin to ascend very steeply immediately but rather gradually over the course of 1 mile in. The trail had a noticeable increase in difficulty after the first mile; this was also marked by a change in foliage. As I climbed in altitude I noticed less and less Birch trees and Firs became more of the prominent botanical feature.
The general atmosphere of the trail offered a constant view of a lush green environment which seemed to be incorporated into anything and everything in the area. Rocks were covered in a wholesome green layer of life better known as moss.
Each step I made forward was as meticulously planned as the last in order to not only keep my balance but also to avoid skinning my shins on the dramatic sloping trail. Reaching the summit was remarkably energizing, From the summit I was able to see well into Mt.Washington, and other peaks such as Mt.Monroe, Mt.Jackson and Mt.Adams.
I like how you pointed out how every step is planned out to make sure that we stay on our feet. The entire way down we are forced to keep our eyes on our feet and arent even able to look up to possibly see wildlife because of the risk of hitting a rock wrong and going to the ground. Learning to be safe on the trail isint too much of a bad thing is it now?
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