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Praise on Webster and Jackson

11/21/2022

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Most of my best pictures were from Mount Webster because I wasn't busy falling down.
HIKED ON NOVEMBER 14, 2022

Yesterday was "Thanksgiving Sunday" which is the Sunday before Thanksgiving.  It was lovely and peaceful and--at least for me--quite moving.  Today, however, I am on screech.  Thursday is actual Thanksgiving, then Sunday is the beginning of Advent.  There is so much to do.  All I see is a long string of tasks stretched out until December 26.  This is not unusual for any of us, particularly for clergy, so I am putting my head down and getting on with it.

That said, I did hike Mount Jackson and Mount Webster a week ago in a freak snow situation.  The weather--which was unseasonably warm--had turned on a dime.  Al got sick. I had a reservation in New Hampshire. All this added up to a very beautiful, very cold, very slippery hike!
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This stand of trees were on the ridge between Jackson and Webster in one of those quiet places you find even on the windiest days.
PictureOne of the many stream crossings that probably wouldn't be that difficult...except for the ice.
There are plenty of things that I would do differently.  I would have perhaps not gone.  I would have done better research (I was planning on a different I hike with Al).  However, I did go.  I do not love snow but I have done quite a few winter hikes at this point.  I knew it would be gorgeous at the top and that the trails themselves would have a lot to offer.  The only thing that gave me any pause was that I was by myself.  With that in mind, I double checked my pack, put on my microspikes, and went on up.

It turned out that--while I passed two people heading down Webster--I was the only one hiking Jackson on this particular day.  It is a popular mountain.  It is rare to have it to oneself. The sound of the high wind in the trees and the rush of water under (and over) the ice created the background music to my solo climb as I negotiated some deadfalls and, of course, the icy stream crossings.  I was careful and took lots of breaks, too.

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Taken near where I fell on Jackson. That flat-looking thing to the left is the ridge I took to Webster.
Finally I reached the tree line.  What followed was a brief period of complete chaos!  I was pushed around by the wind.  I later learned that the wind chill put the temperature at -2 degrees Fahrenheit.   My hat almost blew off.  I got turned around and--most exciting--I fell and slid on the ice while trying to avoid the worst spot.  It was chaotic but--thanks to the speed of falling and the need to figure out what to do so as not to freeze to death--I kept moving.  In fairly short order I found my way to the peak and then started down toward Webster.

Those few moments of free-fall, though, became my reflection for Sunday.  Every once in a while I have the experience of a sermon, prayer, or reflection coming to me in its whole form.  This was one of those times.  Collecting myself before trying to stand, the first few ideas came to my head.  We humans are always grateful for the peace--in this case an extremely dramatic and windy peace--after a fall.  Time stopped while I sat there on the edge of the earth.  All I experienced was the smallness of me and the vastness and danger of what was around me.

By the time I got to Webster my reflection was pretty much formed.  I am sharing it here, both because it tells the story and because it shows how a sabbath walk can have influence way beyond the moment...
PictureThe ledges on Webster
I did question the reading, though.  "Praise Song" by Lucille Clifton is a poem about a child's impression of an elder's suicide attempt.  Still, it was the poem that came to me when I was recovering from my spill.  Something about being welcomed without judgement, like a child welcomes--or like God does--stuck with me.  I leave up to individual theologies as to whether I had to use it.  However I did. 

There are a lot of different ways to fall, after all. Each time we are saved we crave the welcome and assurance.  We are grateful for how we made it through the crisis or the climb.  We give thanks and praise the acts of kindness and love--from ourselves and others--that we experienced in the darkness.

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In a way there isn't much to say, except that the ridge between peaks was spectacular.  So, too, was the view--from a much more secure perch--off Mount Webster.  On the way down I passed a few more people sensibly just doing the smaller mountain.  None of them were by themselves.

I also witnessed a beautiful waterfall on the way down.  Snow really does its job on the landscape, making it feel other-worldly. This is our world, though.  That is another thing to be grateful for.

Winter hiking, itself, is beautiful.  Solo hiking is special and dramatic.  That said, I will keep my solo winter hikes to the 52 With an View list and look for companions on the big mountains going forward.
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    Adam Tierney-Eliot

    I am a full-time pastor in a small, progressive church in Massachusetts.  This blog is about the non-church things I do to find spiritual sustenance.

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