It had been too long since I climbed this peak. So here is Caps Ridge Trail again.
Doesn't it look like a giant foot?
Hang around here too long and the Gray Jays flock in. They don't call them "camp robbers" for nothing.
Up the "Caps."
Looking back to the west.
Cranberries and blueberries.
That tiny spot in the upper middle of the frame is a glimpse of Jefferson Notch Rd..
The summit pin, Mount Washington, and the southern Presidentials extending off to the right.
Mount Adams to the north.
Climbing the Rockpile.
And the chasm of Great Gulf below.
I heard this strange whiny wooshing sound. Then there was this glider circling, circling overhead.