You know that first real day of spring. The day the sun is shining, the birds and chirping, the daffodils are in bloom and for the first time in a long time, you can go outside in a t-shirt. That day here in Connecticut was Sunday. Temperatures were reaching 70 degrees inland and man did it get all of us New Englanders talking about summer plans. Talking to a gentleman about how busy all the state parks were on Sunday, he looked at me with a slight laugh and said "of course, its busy.... this is the day everyone has been waiting a long time for". After a long winter and a rainy start to spring, Oh was he right.
For me, the start of the warmer weather is the start of hiking season. At the moment, the trees are still a depressive shade of leafless brown and the landscape carries the same dull brown and yellows it has been holding onto all winter long. I am not-so-patiently awaiting the time of year when the trees are green again and wildflowers line the hillside. With that being said, I have some work to do if I want to get into "White Mountains Hiking Shape" for the summer. I need to get some days out on some elevation and I needed to get it fast.