Lovely April day in Gloucester, Mass. Temperatures in the high 30s. Damp, windy. Spitting snow and sleet. Just like August on the top of Mt. Washington.
The choice I had on my trail run today — go through or around? Went through — if there’s one thing I’ve learned from hiking in the White Mountains, it’s that being wet isn’t the end of the world. Sometimes it’s even fun.