Seymour

Hiking Mt. Seymour was a much needed hike in a high stress time of my life. We had sold our house and bought our house in the beginning of the month, moving in right after closing. Only a couple weeks had gone by, and we were involved in several home improvement projects. My mom's surgery was over and she was recovering well. While there were many things I should have been doing, there was nothing I wanted to do more than climb another peak.



Seymour is an unmarked peak, which is why I wanted to go with a group. The pace was fast, and with the wet weather we were facing, I was glad that we didn't sit still for too long. The morning began as an overcast and quickly turned to drizzle, at sometimes full rain. The trail was muddy, and the wet leaves were slippery at times.

We separated, unknowingly for a while, we didn't realize until we heard their voices in the distance. We yelled back and forth trying to come together again. At one point the rain turned to snow, and it was still rain over the other group. Our separate herd paths finally joined together and kept close until the summit.






At the summit there was less than an inch of snow on the ground, and there was some snow frozen on the trees, a preview for the season to come. Just passed the suit was an outlook, though no views through the clouds. We stopped for lunch, and a few of us headed down ahead. I was getting cold, my gloves had soaked through, and my feet had gotten wet. I stopped at the Ward Brook lean to to soak up some of the water in my boots and to put some dry socks on. I had to break out a pair of hot hands too. That's the tough part about hiking in the fall, the temperatures are low enough to make you cold, but warm enough to rain.



All photos can be seen here.