Archive for September, 2014

Franconia Ridge’s Free Health Spa

September 12, 2014

New Hampshire’s mountains offer continual free health spas on a daily basis. Depending on the day, you may get the full physical treatment with lots of sun and sweat to lubricate all your joints and wring out your organs so every system gets a fresh start. You may get to stand under waterfalls or be pummeled in cascades and relax into a nap in the sun.

Other days provide a different sort of health spa experience. If it’s your day off, you’ve just heard the latest world news and just need to be in a spot where the inhabitants all get along for a change, even if the mountains are socked in with a firm “cloudy” forecast, grab your pack and head up.

Health spas, the paid ones, usually include massage, saunas, hot tubs, swimming, and some sort of calming practice like meditation or yoga. The main goal is to cleanse and relax the body from the inside out as well as from the outside in. That means keeping hydrated with plenty of water.

The walk itself can be a meditation, even if there’s some chatting going on. Conversation tends to be a sorting out, rethinking, brain cleanse, with the last leg of the hike to the top often being in silence to better access fresh air.

Hiking poles make the hike kinder to your knees and hips by spreading the weight-bearing load to include the shoulders and arms as well, while still allowing you to build up a good sweat. They also encourage a good upper body workout.

The Franconia Ridge Loop, most favorite hike in the White Mountains, is a mid-week wonder, even when the wind is socking in the ridge with a steady parade of clouds. Such were the conditions when I started up the Falling Waters Trail this cool, early September morning. Having rained heavily the night before, the rocks were all wet, which meant I had to pay attention, no mind wandering; just watch the rocks and forget about solving any kind of problems, world or otherwise. Then the trail upped the ante with stream crossings at every waterfall, calling for yogic balancing on rocks.

If you want to hike in a truly relaxed state, breathing 2:1 is the way to go. Just make your exhalations twice as long as your inhalations. The easiest way to practice this breath is to count your paces. You may start out breathing 6:3, then shift gears to 4:2 and 2:1 as you gain elevation. If you cannot exhale for 2 paces to every 1 inhalation pace, it’s time to stop and rest. This practice develops the habit of deeper breathing regularly.

The morning was cool, and while I paused to inhale the essence of Stairs, Swiftwater, and Cloudland Falls, my body was in the ‘keep moving’ mode to maintain body heat. I noticed the great diversity of trees; all seemed to be comfortable with each other, made space as needed. Lush stands of young spruce and fir presented themselves. Occasional mountain ash appeared with their berries beginning to turn.

As the trail continued, smaller rocks graduated to rock slabs and much reaching and stretching to get up and over them. Arms and legs got a full workout. Suddenly, I was out of the trees and into the west wind blowing over the ridge. I headed over to the east side of Haystack Mt. for a mid-morning sustenance break. The sun seemed to be trying to break through the clouds without success. I was glad I’d packed a hat and wind/rain shell.

Just as suddenly, out of the ether appeared a young man running the ridge. He’d started at Mt. Liberty and was “only running over to Mt. Lafayette.” All workout routines welcome up here.

I continued hiking over the ridge, which is an alpine garden walk with huge spreads of Diapensia that lays a white carpet in June along the ridge. Rhodora’s buds were all set for spring and sprigs of Mountain Sandwort were still blooming. I also saw bright red Bunchberries and tiny Alpine Goldenrod in brilliant bloom enhanced by the fog. A steady carpet of alpine garden beds greeted me all the way over Lincoln to Lafayette with a big dose of Vitamin W (for wildflowers).

At one point on the ridge, I followed the trail over a boulder and found that it continued down a steep section covered with wet lichen, like greased lightening, definitely something to avoid if possible. I squatted down, planning my route when I heard, “Hey there! Need a hand?”

A trail angel! Another young man was out hiking the ridge on his day off. He went around the boulder, reached up and gave me a hand down! Why do serendipitous events like that happen on a cold day when the mountain is socked in? Are we more connected than we realize? Is part of a full health spa treatment recognizing how interdependent we are?

Two more sustenance stops, one on Mt. Lafayette in the shelter of the old hostel foundation, and another at the hut before the final trek down the Bridle Path. Included were several encounters with hikers heading up and over the ridge as we compared tales, and encouraged each other.

Depending on the day, you may need an extra layer of fleece as you hike out, then go home and take a salt bath or hot shower to complete your free spa treatment.

PS: I also carry at least 2 liters of water, a wind/rain shell, light fleece, hat, first aid sack, high protein sandwich, nuts, and an orange to assure the full treatment!

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Who is included in ‘Each Other’?

September 4, 2014

In our quest to keep each other well, who is included in ‘each other’? Is it our family, our friends, people in our state or country, or people anywhere in the world?

Stunned by the display of US Apartheid this week and US support of previously labeled thugs intent on continuing the Palestinian holocaust and destruction elsewhere, every act of mine made me question. How many ‘other’ people in the world can turn on a spigot and wash up or take a shower every morning, how many have safe water to drink, how many have a safe home to sleep in, how many have enough nourishing food to eat, how many have a beautifully cared for land to live in?

I needed a day in the mountains to hopefully figure out whatever my responsibility is to this quest to keep each other well.

I drove up through Franconia Notch through mountains waking up, then continued on to Crawford Notch for a day’s loop hike up Frankenstein Cliffs and around to Arethusa Falls. The cliffs were named for Godfrey Frankenstein, a pre-Civil War artist whose paintings inspired so many people to visit the White Mountains. My destination was Arethusa Falls, the 200’ waterfall, highest in NH. My hike was over beautifully groomed trails, alongside, up and over the cliffs to the falls, thanks to our State Park System Trail Crews, and freely accessible to all ‘others’.

Questions continued. How many people can enjoy sitting next to a little waterfall to have lunch, much less such a magnificent one? ‘Others’ were there at Arethusa Falls from NY, GB, China, Poland, as well as NH. We were bound by our exhilaration as the hike pumped us up to share with each other the wonder of this place.

Clearly, our health and happiness depend on knowing that others are also happy and healthy. When we hear of a friend’s illness, we immediately try to think of ways we can help them to be better or to ease discomfort, and as they become well or more comfortable, we feel better and more comfortable. It is not surprising that the unrest many of us experience right now is a direct response to the plight of others.

Kurt Vonnegut, beloved American who survived the bombing of Dresden as a POW there, spent the rest of his life restating the message he thought most important to us: “You’ve Got To Be Kind!” There are no ‘others’. We are all ‘each other’.