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            As 
                I was leaving Mt Hight, the nice blue skies were beginning to 
                fade, as clouds had begun to roll in from the south. The trail 
                plunged steeply at first, then moderated, eventually reaching 
                Zeta Pass, the low point between Mt Hight and South Carter. I 
                had been drinking a lot of water, so I stopped in the Pass to 
                filter some water from a little stream and refill my water bottles. 
                It was nice and cold.   
              
              By 
                now, the clouds were getting much thicker, and my tooth was acting 
                up again, so I was beginning to consider not going on all the 
                way to the Imp Shelter, which was still 5 miles and 3 peaks off. 
                From Zeta Pass, I could make an exit via the Carter Dome and 19-Mile 
                Brook Trails if necessary, but I decided to go on for now, at 
                least to the summit of nearby South Carter. 
              
              The 
                hike up South Carter wasn’t excessively steep, but the trail was 
                in bad shape with a number of downed trees and eroded areas. After 
                about 45 minutes, I reached the treed summit. Unlike the impossible 
                to find Wildcat peaks, South Carter had a weatherworn summit sign 
                to mark the spot.  
              
              While 
                still considering whether to go on to the Imp Shelter or turn 
                around and go back down through Zeta Pass and the Carter Dome/19-Mile 
                Brook Trails, another hiker approached from the north. He inquired 
                about the trails to the south and told me a bit about the trails 
                he had hiked up. My tooth was still acting up and the weather 
                was definitely getting cloudier, so I decided to turn around and 
                walk with him, rather than risk a wet night in a possibly full 
                shelter with a serious toothache and a limited supply of painkillers. 
                (As it turned out, my tooth did get much worse later on, so I 
                definitely would have had a rough night sleeping at the shelter 
                without stronger painkillers.)   
              
              We 
                hiked down to Zeta Pass in a half-hour, stopped for a quick water 
                break, then continued down the Carter Dome Trail, which headed 
                somewhat steeply down toward 19-Mile Brook, about 2 miles away. 
                About halfway down this stretch, we reached a tributary of 19-Mile 
                Brook, and the rest of the way down was in the company of rushing 
                waters.  
              
              The 
                guy I had met had just finished a Masters Degree and was in the 
                process of looking for a job teaching English. He was thinking 
                about working somewhere near or in the White Mountains so he could 
                be closer to hiking. He currently lived in Dover, New Hampshire, 
                which is near Portsmouth.   
              
              We 
                soon reached the 19-Mile Brook Trail, which left another 2-mile 
                stretch to Rt 16 at a point about 3 miles north of Pinkham Notch. 
                After a short distance, I stopped to rest, eat a snack, and take 
                a drink while he continued on. As I rested, I began to feel a 
                few drops of rain.   
              
              The 
                ground along the brook and trail was covered with flowers and 
                flowering bushes, such as purple trillium, painted trillium, and 
                hobblebush.  
              
              I 
                finally reached the road, but had to get back to my car, which 
                was still almost 10 miles north in Gorham. Since the 19-Mile Brook 
                Trail met Rt 16 basically in the middle of nowhere, I had to hitchhike 
                to Gorham. After walking about a mile or so up the road, and after 
                dozens of cars passed me by, someone finally stopped. It turned 
                out that he was another hiker, who had been up skiing in Tuckerman 
                Ravine on Mt Washington. He said he had been in similar circumstances 
                so was glad to give me a ride. He ended up taking me all the way 
                back to my car.   
              
              By 
                this time, my tooth was really hurting. I stopped at McDonald’s 
                in Gorham to get supper, took several ibuprofen, then drove back 
                to Pinkham Notch to look for a Carter Notch t-shirt in the AMC 
                store. While I was at Pinkham Notch, someone reported a missing 
                hiker who had not come down from Mt Washington as expected, and 
                it looked like the AMC was going to call out a search and rescue 
                when I left.   
              
              
              My 
                tooth pain was off and on, and was seriously bad when on, so I 
                drove home as quickly as I could, stopping only in Lincoln to 
                pick up a couple of souvenirs, and at a couple of rest areas. 
                Most of the trip back was in rain, but it had been a good trip 
                and I was already planning the next one.    | 
             
               
                South Carter. 
              Unlike the impossible to find Wildcat peaks, viewless South Carter 
            had this weatherworn summit sign to mark the spot.               | 
             
              
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