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      I made good time driving up 
		from Massachusetts. After 
		parking at the hiker's lot on Rt 302 near Zealand Rd, 
		I managed to start out on my hike by 7:15 AM. It was only about 8 
		degrees F when I got out of the car, but I knew it was going to warm up 
		considerably as the day wore on. 
		
		My plans were to follow Zealand Rd to the 
		Hale Brook Trail, climb Mt Hale, and then, if both the snow conditions 
		and my energy level were satisfactory, to descend via the Lend-a-Hand 
		Trail to Zealand Falls Hut, and then return on the Zealand Trail and 
		Zealand Rd. 
      
      The first part of the hike down Zealand Rd was 
		on a mixture of bare asphalt and patchy snow. Just after I walked around 
		the locked gate by the Zealand Campground, an empty 
		logging truck turned the corner from Rt 302 and stopped. The driver got 
		out, unlocked the gate, drove through it, got out and relocked the gate, 
		and then drove by me. I had to get completely off the road to keep out 
		of his way. 
		
      After the stench of truck exhaust dissipated, 
		it was rather pleasant walking down the road, which after an initial 
		hill, was pretty flat. About a mile into the woods, I reached a second 
		locked gate where the main road crossed a bridge over the Zealand River. 
		The logging truck route veered off to the left at this point, and the 
		rest of Zealand Rd was covered with hard packed snow. 
		
      About another half-mile further, I met a 
		cross-country skier going the other way. He was toting a harnessed sled 
		behind him with all his equipment on it. I'm not sure where he said he 
		had been. 
		
      When I reached the Hale Brook Trailhead, I 
		stopped to put on my snowshoes and left the nicely-packed road behind. A 
		short distance beyond the trailhead, the trail crossed a small brook 
		over a snow-covered footbridge, and then wound its way slowly uphill 
		through a mostly-open birch forest. As is usual on winter trails, a 
		narrow "balance beam" of snow was packed hard by snowshoers, while 
		everything off to the sides was posthole territory. 
		
      All went well until I came to the section of 
		the trail that traversed the steep side of the Hale Brook ravine. I had 
		to slow down considerably and pick my steps carefully as the footing was 
		rather precarious and the packed footway tended to angle downhill. I 
		didn't want to end up at the bottom of the ravine. At the end of this 
		section, the ravine petered out and the trail crossed to the other side, 
		with some limited views east to Mt Washington through the trees.            |