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            From Thunderstorm 
              Junction, the trail wound over the rocks up the west side of Mt 
              Adams. Before long, I was at the top. Of course, I wasn't alone; 
              there were quite a few other hikers up there, but I seemed to be 
              the only one who came up Lowe's Path. I asked someone to take my 
              picture by the summit signs, then found a relatively comfortable 
              spot among the rocks overlooking  
              Mt Washington, and sat to eat some pretzels, drink some water, 
              and enjoy the view. 
            
            It was a 
              bit hazy, but the summit buildings on Mt Washington were clearly 
              visible, as was the smoke from the cog railway on the far side of 
              the summit cone. The Great Gulf was also impressive; I wouldn't 
              mind climbing up that way someday. So many trails, so little time! 
            
            I would have 
              liked to stay up there longer, but I was getting hot in the sun; 
              I still had to climb Mt Madison then get back down to the car by 
              around suppertime to make the long drive back home. I put my pack 
              back on and headed steeply down the Airline Trail, which was the 
              most direct path to Madison Spring Hut. 
            
            On the way, 
              I met a college-age girl who worked on the RMC trail crew. She was 
              climbing Mt Adams via King Ravine on her day off. I told her how 
              nice of a job they had been doing on Lowe's Path, and she explained 
              how they moved heavy rocks into place.   
            
            After I arrived 
              at the junction with the Gulfside Trail, I continued the short distance 
              down through the scrub to Madison Spring Hut. A string of Tibetan 
              prayer flags fluttered in the breeze by the door, adding a  
              Himalayan atmosphere to the scene. Outside, the hut bustled with 
              activity. Hikers were congregated in the open, especially by the 
              spring, just resting or getting themselves ready to climb higher 
              or descend back down to the valley. One couple even had two or three 
              dachshunds, who they said were very good hikers. I would have liked 
              to have brought Muffin, but was afraid that the above-treeline terrain 
              would be too rough on her.            | 
           
             Me 
              on Mt Adams. There were quite a few people up there that day enjoying 
              the views and the weather, so I had no trouble finding someone to 
            take my picture for me.            | 
           
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