r/wmnf • u/Secret_Ebb7971 • 8h ago
What's your favorite WMNF memory?
For me, it was my 19th birthday. Me and a couple of our friends were staying at our buddies place (let's call him Jim) in NH, and I wanted to do a hike for my birthday. We had varying fitness levels across the group, so we decided a light hike would be best. Jim said he heard a lot of people talk about the falling waters trail in Franconia and how beautiful it was so we went to go hike it. Now, I am an Eagle Scout, Jim is an Eagle Scout, and most of our friends were as well, so we just assumed that he had checked out the trail beforehand, he told us it was 1-2 miles max and we'd see a lot of waterfalls, so we trusted him and went along.
We got to the trailhead, and the supplies we had were sneakers, whatever clothes were on our backs, and I had a small day pack with some water, chocolate covered almonds, and a sweater I stuffed in there. This was mid June and absolutely amazing weather. As we went along the trail we took our time (thinking it was a short hike) and enjoyed the scenes around us, we messed around in the water at the bottom of the falls, rock climbed, took tons of pictures, talked to other people as they passed by, and ate most of our snacks and water. As we kept going, we got a suspicious that the trail hadn't looped back around yet. The terrain kept on getting more difficult, and we hadn't seen a waterfall in a while, but we knew we were still on the right trail, so we just kept on going.
If you've hiked this trail before, you know it increases in difficulty after the waterfalls stop. We were coming off of a night of partying, so none of use were in our peak physical conditions. The trail kept getting steeper and steeper, and we were growing much more suspicious of Jim's knowledge of the trail. Eventually, we asked these two older ladies who were descending how much longer the trail was, and their response was "Oh, you know it's just 2, maybe 3 more", and walked away. Two or three more what? Jim was like, "Oh she probably means hundred yards (horrible deduction), can't be that much farther". So we kept going, hiking up the steeper and steeper trail, getting more and more exhausted and thirsty
After those "2, maybe 3" hundred yards had long passed, I got fed up and made us pause to find out what was really happening. We had a map of Franconia that we picked up so we looked around it to find our trail, and what do you know the trail led to the top of the Franconia Ridge, a 6 mile 3,000' elevation hike. Obviously we were upset with Jim at this moment, and do not let him live it down to this day. We were able to tell from the switchbacks on the trail how far along we were at that point, roughly 2/3 the way. I still feel incredibly stupid for just going with the flow and not looking at the map up until that point to this day. Regardless, we were all exhausted, but decided we might as well finish the hike now, otherwise the memory would just be depressing.
We kept on going, hating every second of that last portion, especially the final approach of the summit where it just turns into a stair master of rocks for a couple hundred feet. When we got to the top, despite being irritated, exhausted, and misled, it was absolutely worth it. The view from Little Haystack is just so incredible, and the sky was crystal clear so we could see for miles in each direction. We hung out at the peak for a little bit, one of us spilled the remaining almonds off a ledge sparking some quarreling, and sipped at our water before making our way back down. In total the hike ended up taking 7 hours, we were taking our sweet time when we thought it was a short trail. We drove straight to Black Mountain Burger Co. and absolutely feasted on some Smitty Burgers (Burger that uses grilled cheese sandwiches as the buns, crazy and amazing innovation), and knocked out once we got back to the house.
Even if it sucked in the moment, that is one of my favorite memories from the forest. I've gone back and hiked the entire ridge in a much more prepared manner and it is one of my favorite hikes in the Whites. It also serves as a lesson of always knowing where you are hiking and having a plan, even if it is supposed to be a light and short hike. We were very lucky to have perfect conditions and a fit/knowledgable group, things very easily could have gone badly with how unprepared we were