The 3rd night, we hiked into the Zealand Falls Hut, maintained by the Appalachian Mountain Club, stayed overnight, and hiked out the next morning. So this weekend I got 2 nights of really luxurious sleep, which almost made up for getting almost no sleep on the 3rd night. Suffice it to say, I do not do well with snoring, and when you're sharing a sleeping room with 17 other people, there will be snoring.
I say we hiked in, but what I really mean is, we "hiked" in to the hut. I think we walked the easiest trail in the White Mountains. It was 2 1/2 miles of a slight incline through the woods, then maybe 1/4 mile straight up through granite boulders to the hut, on the kind of trail I've come to expect from the White Mountains. Once we got to the hut, we dumped our bags and claimed our bunks, then walked out to the Falls.
You can boulder hop on the falls and sit on dry rock, with the water rushing around on either side of you. After we sat there for a few minutes, Jason asked if I wanted to hike back down and over, on another flat trail to another set of falls. I'm just going to put it out there and say I am the wimpiest hiker ever. I really wish I could be that awesome, kick-a** hiker girl for Jason, but I'm just not. I opted to stay at the top of the hill and read my book. He wound up hiking another 4 miles on his own. I felt bad, but not bad enough to go with him.
Here's my problem. Whenever I hike, I get really overheated and wind up with a migraine. Doesn't matter how much water and/or Gatorade I drink, it happens every time. This was a very easy hike, but then I also weigh more than I did the last time we hiked, so it didn't take much. It was also hot and muggy on Sunday. The headache started Sunday afternoon and continued through Monday morning, finally waning a bit around 1 PM. Then it came back last night and when I woke up this morning, it was there, stabbing me in the right eyebrow. I popped 3 Excedrin and managed to pull it together enough to go to Masters swimming. Right now it's still a little achey, but not bad. My fingers are crossed that as the day continues, it will get better and not worse.
So, yeah. That's enough to put me right off of hiking. I'm going to do a little research and see if I can figure out why this happens, but for now, Jason will just have to be content with the non-kick-a**, non-hiker girl that I am.