2/3rds up Crawford Notch
Ascending Webster. Taking a break, I hear huffing coming up behind me. Why, it's Squirrel-Girl and Tupelo, along with Stumpy the Dog. Nice to have trail family along again. It dawned on me that I hadn't hiked with family in days - since the descent into N. Woodstock. Was growing accustomed to the alone miles. Here I was, staring back at Lincoln, Lafayette and alike -- daydreaming -- and along come two smiling faces and a wagging tail. Time to packflip and move along.