It’s happening. Autumn’s cooling breath is creeping back into the night, maple trees up north are fading from green to crimson, and tens of thousands of people with brand new hiking boots that have been sitting in the closet for months are suddenly realizing that their window for going for a hike without snow, ice, or sub-zero winds is closing.
Welcome to the annual northeast Mountain Rush.
“Mountain Rush” isn’t an official event—it’s a name I made up to describe that fleeting last chance to scale a mountain in New England in the most simple, romantic terms. Once we hit November, climbing a mountain becomes complicated, from acquiring the requisite seasonal gear to the variable, often dangerous weather conditions. So I’ve been trying to decide what New England mountain to spotlight this year, in honor of the Mountain Rush. And since Mind The Moss is built on sharing information about trails in New England—trails that some would prefer to keep secret—I’m going to tell you all about a mountain hike that might just be my favorite in all of New England…