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Right there before me was Mt. Washington, where it all began, and a panoramic view of other mountains: Monroe, Eisenhower, the Wildcats and too many others for me to identify and name.
About two hours into the return trip, my right knee and left arch were nagging at me. But I popped some aspirin and was back to a speedy pace (for me anyway!) within about 15 minutes. I was back at the trailhead with enough time to shower and still make dinner at Pinkham. The odyssey that began on May 7, 2000 ended on Sept. 23, 2004 _ and a new adventure will begin soon. All day, I couldn't help but think of all the peaks I'd been to and how each one is special in its own way. I don't regret a single adventure _ from the sprint down Mt. Washington to escape a thunder and lightning storm to hitting my lip, nose and forehead on a rock coming down from the Kinsmans to the meltdown below the slide on Owl's Head. And I can't help but thinking that if I can do this, then just about anyone can do this.
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