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            We 
                reached the last set of falls along the trail, Cloudland Falls, 
                a little damp, but happy and making good time. The Falling Waters 
                Trail climbs steeply around the falls to a ledge at the top. Here, 
                there are some limited views back toward Mt Moosilauke, which 
                appeared to be still enshrouded in fog. We rested briefly, then 
                followed the trail across the brook and continued on upward.             
               
              
              Soon 
                the trail veered away from the brook, and began switchbacking 
                up the steep side of Little Haystack Mtn through the balsam fir 
                forest. When we finally reached Shining Rock, we paused for lunch, 
                sitting on a flattish rock overlooking the notch below. As always, 
                springs on the mountainside above keep this smooth slab perpetually 
                wet. It's dangerous to climb on it, so we sat glued to our airy 
                perch safely near the edge.  
               
              
              t's 
              not far from Shining Rock to the summit. Along the way, I paused 
              to take picture of Muffin, who for a change, struck a pretty good 
              pose. The moment we emerged from the scrub, the wind hit, chilling 
              me through my sweaty shirts. Soon afterward, we took refuge on the 
              lee side of a large rock, where I changed into something dry and 
              had another snack and drink of water.  
               Although 
                a bit hazy, the views in all directions were pretty good. To the 
                south, I could see Mts Flume and Liberty. In the west, directly 
                across the notch, was Mt Cannon. Owls Head and its prominent slide, 
                along with the Twins and Bonds were visible to the east. And toward 
                the north, Mt Lafayette was shrouded in swirling fog. 
              Just before 
                leaving Little Haystack, I looked up at the route we would be 
                following to Mt Lincoln.              | 
             
               
                Cloudland 
                Falls, the highest falls along the trail. Here, the trail climbs 
            up steeply to a ledge at the top of the falls.    | 
             
              
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