As I embarked up the Burnt Mill Tr to West Royce the humidity was heavy as the sweat weighed me down. The views were minimal except of the haze, and the heat! Oh the heat!
I ascended a soil-laden trail slope--a rarity in the White Mountains, but not in the Wild River Valley. I paused--perhaps to take a humid breath--and before me saw a shimmering strand. I traced with my eyes to the base of the strand and found a inch-worm slowly descending to the ground. First about 2 feet off the ground and within one minute the inch-worm was on soil. I am reminded to walk slowly I try to complete these hikes quickly yet I could have easily missed the inch-worm.
Once I reached the top of the hill it wasn't so steep and I could hike/walk/run fast again. At the junction between the Royce's I turn towards West (never to summit East!) and am hit with the most amazing Olfactorious Glory! Was it pine? mountain? granite or other rock? moss? moose crap? The rare spruce? I could not believe the high of this smell. I felt like an egregious hippie but holy crap that smell was good.
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