Features At the Mercy of the Mountain Gale winds blasted sleet into my face. Ice coated the stunted spruce. Thick fog swirled around me, and I could hardly see the cairns marking the trail. It was June 9, 2016—almost summer—near the summit of Mount Moosilauke. Read Article
Features At the Mercy of the Mountain Gale winds blasted sleet into my face. Ice coated the stunted spruce. Thick fog swirled around me, and I could hardly see the cairns marking the trail. It was June 9, 2016—almost summer—near the summit of Mount Moosilauke. Read Article
