Soon after getting on the trail at 9:25, I crossed the bridge over Gibbs brook. The snow was clear from the bridge, but there was a lot of water running beneath it. The last two weeks have been either very nice or rainy which has reduced the snow-pack considerably. Walking was tough going, but manageable as long as you stayed on the packed part of the trail. Wander off to one side or the other of the packed trail and you were up to your waist in the snow.
I carried snowshoes and crampons today but would not use either. Stabilicers would have been nice, but I have still yet to buy myself a pair. The walk up to the Mizpah cutoff was fine and there was not a whole lot of postholes which made things nice. It was apparent however that a lot of moose had used this trail this winter. The section of the Crawford path for about 1/2 mile before it meets the Webster Cliff Trail is a lot softer and there are a lot more postholes. Soon enough though, I was at the summit of Mount Pierce, my 9th 4000' peak. Now I had made my decision. I was going to head over to Eisenhower. On a day like today, I would regret not going to another Summit.
Looking over to Mt. Eisenhower was a treat. You could see a good deal of the Presidential Range with Mt. Washington in full view. I had met a group on top of Pierce and they took off ahead of me to Eisenhower. Soon after I followed and one of the people was wearing what appeared to be an older version of "yak tracks." They had both fallen off in a posthole and I picked them up and they rested at the col where I took the picture below and gave them their footwear back. I would follow them for the rest of the day. They were really nice people from all over New Hampshire.
I was surprised how daunting Eisenhower looked as it is a very distinctly round mountain. Soon enough however, we hit a quick ledgy scramble where it was evident some trail crews had spent some time making some stone steps. Quickly enough we were at the summit of Eisenhower which makes 4000' #10 for me. Below is a picture taken on the Summit with Washington behind me.
We headed down as it was getting late and I took a picture west of the Franconia Ridge. It's way out there and it blends in with the sky a little, but I still like the picture.
The rest of the trip down went well enough. There was a lot of postholing over to Pierce and the way back down was pretty much the same as the way up. The first 1/2 mile on the way down after passing Pierce was full of postholes, but the rest was fairly stable. I hit my car at about 4:45 and was on my way home. Another beautiful day in the White Mountains is in the books.