The ski trails were speckled with clusters of white bunchberry flowers. On the observation deck at the summit, we were serenaded by Winter Wrens and thrushes, and later joined by backpackers hiking on the Appalachian Trail, happy to have bagged another peak.
We didn't find the chickadee, but no one complained.
Up the mountainside.
Below my swinging feet,
birds sing in treetops.
|Mt. Washington (left) and Mt. Adams, from Wildcat Mt.|