Tuesday, July 22, 2025

25th Anniversary of Mount Washington Observatory's (MWOBS) Seek the Peak

Mount Washington Observatory (MWOBS) Seek the Peak’s 25th Anniversary did not disappoint.

Over 500 people laced up their boots & joined this event!

Your Trail, Your Hike!

Goals - to set them and work towards achieving them
My small part of a collective that works 
tirelessly to ensure the future success of MWOBS

Yeah, I’ll admit it would’ve been wonderful to have more show up in the form of hard cash donations in my very own Seek the Peak fundraising page.

But …

This gal is truly thankful for those who were able to donate because in all honesty it’s a collective of everyone who came out that day not only in the form of monetary support but also those who invested time behind the scenes & on the front lines ensuring the festivities at the pre & post hike gatherings went smoothly.

Let's get this started!

Peter - every time I see him he is smiling 

AND …

Tours of the MWOBS observatory are always fun as the staff, interns, volunteers & stewards share some of the rich history & importance of why we come together for this non-profit.

Even if you've toured behind the scene before 
it's worth the stop & cookies to listen intently 
while they share elements of the rich history of MWOBS
Plus …

The weather Saturday as folks took to the trails that surround Mt. Washington & summits in the White Mountain region was LOVELY!

Steph & I soaking in the beautiful day as we hike over Lion Head

Seriously, that dance so many of us did as the unsettled weather from days prior was forcefully pushed out of the area two nights before left us standing with our backpacks, some opting to start well before sunrise while most chose as the sun rose higher; in awe of how lucky we were to have Mother Nature grace us with a day of splendor on a mountain that is world renowned for intensity like none other.

Steph, Gavin & Lindsay at the iconic 231 MPH sign 

Smiles, giggles & laughter …

The breeze was gentle as a few clouds billowed at the Après Expo while peeps enjoyed tasty vittles in BBQ flavor, beverages were sipped, ice cream savored, post hike stories recorded, vendor swag shared, music setting an already gleeful mood, raffled items had us drooling & then … it was over.

To hike is one thing but to hike for a purpose is an 
entirely different vibe while out seeking Mr. 6,288

Sad but not really …

The hype leading up to an auspicious event such as Seek the Peak’s quarter century mark that MWOBS hosted while we keenly watched the graph in the shape of a thermometer was no small feat but they did it … errr rather nope … WE DID IT!

Our Minus33 crew relishing in reaching the summit

My role, like several others, Stewards of Trails, Trail Stewards, Stewards, people like you but charged with a cause we were each tasked with helping share the story of Seek the Peak & what MWOBS represents now, in her rich past & looking forward into the future along with hiker safety and a plethora of ideas we infused weeks ago leading up to this momentous day.

MWOBS spoiled us, all of us peak seekers, like honored guests as we toured her observatory, noshed on grand sized cookies as we listened to the who, what, why, when & how by lifetime volunteers & summer interns.

To the tower!

“Do we want to go up?” such a silly question stripping off our packs as we ditched them quick, fast & in a hurry.  

Well not really but it was fun to say anyway as that weight of my essentials were left behind for a moment of glory as I stood on top of the world with a grin that could be seen by those setting up in the valley below.

Yup, you feel alive in so many moments in life but that spiral climb up to the ladder that leads you back outside is a special set of stairs of which dreamy dreams are made of.

IYKYK

On top of the world!

It doesn't go without saying so I'll say it again ...
THANK YOU to those who could donate, 
those who volunteered & those who cheered!

While in the weather station I picked up the latest WindSwept 


There is a picture of me in my Seek the Peak Minus33 socks 
as I headed up Tuckerman two years ago

I have to say that I’m truly a nobody in the whole scheme of things, a quiet voice that begs to scream a slew of good things because I believe in my heart that there is a soul that begs to be fulfilled, opened I don’t know when to the flow of energy that’s insatiable.

We are not a singular but a tiny sliver, a piece of something much bigger & that voice isn’t tepid but waiting for the right moment to express love & joy of being a part of history.

Finding the words that sometimes evade is ok.

I don’t necessarily have that problem, as a loquacious gal they often spill freely like gusts of wind slamming into Mt. Washington.

They are blustery at times I know.  

They are cascading like a sweet undercast at times as well.

They are electric like the thunder just before the flash of lightening.

They are soft like fluffy clouds being chased by a rainbow.

They are dark & scary with clarity on the horizon.

They are anything but empty on a foggy morning.

They are uplifting as they are read seeping into your brain.

They are shades of blue with edges of golden sun filled rays.

They are frozen in theme using nature as my muse allowing your heart to melt & cause pause.

They are mine that I freely share with each of you.

I’m not here to make up a good story, not really, but rather my quest is to continue the pages that have yet to be written.

Being a steward this second time for MWOBS I searched for more ways to explore as word of this place atop Mr. 6,288 was shared through me.

I learned more history reading about the founders, those who had, at the time, a puurhaps insane future vision, the grit to conquer & establish what we know today as the observatory that was to be the home of cats we all love.

It’s not just the weather they set out to conquer but to be in a rock solid place with years upon years upon … pushing 100 years we are … of data collection those in science, weather geeks, educators, lay person adventurers (like me) welcome & embrace.

THIS IS WHY!!

In your face I’ve tasted a weather extreme of biting icy particles as they whip sideways whilst ice fishing 1,000+ miles away with my sista’ who joined me last year for Seek the Peak knowing it would make its way up the tallest mountain back in my home state of New Hampshire with ease a few days later as I hoisted gently my catch from an icy fishing hole. 

Up atop Mr. 6,288 I’ve been pushed around willingly by the invisible wind cresting hurricane force over the observatory wall as we tried our best at standing tall (& still) during our week of volunteering last summer & look forward to what she’s got in store this September as we’ll return once more.

Today the winds were almost null & the visibility offered 
layers & layers of mountains to gaze at
Did you happen to see the number 
under gusts in 24-hour data ... 50 MPH!!

Karl Philippoff (Weather Observer & Research/IT Specialist)

Ellen Estabrook (Communications Manager), my amazing go-to
for everything stewards needed during Seek the Peak

Insert picture with Wendy Almeida here ... oh drats I forgot to get one but I still can hear her laughter while greeting & chatting with folks during the kick-off and at the expo; I got a hug so that'll have to do!

Kelly & Kally back together again (Kelly was paired with me last summer while I volunteered in the gift shop & my sounding ear as we prepared meals for the staff)


My journey through life has taken twist & turns, those years way back in my early 20’s when my romance with mountains I’d not fully recognized would deliver me to the tower of this iconic observatory.

As we near the summit looking over towards
 Lakes of the Clouds Appalachian Mountain Club (AMC) hut

Deep is my love but not this gal pockets, it’s a saying I’ve adopted the past few years as I know my time will come to pull from my aged investments but until that calendar day arrives my own time is what I’ve got to give.

Sharing myself with a non-profit is a choice not taken lightly not unlike the essential gear we carry in our packs as we explore remote places both known & those that are new; always, always, always, be prepared.

Spending the beautiful day hiking up Lion Head & traversing back down Tuckerman with a crew from Minus33 dawning our Seek the Peak 25th anniversary wool socks & t-shirts that read “Ask Me About My Wool” was trippy fun.

Go ahead ... ask

We’d chatter with fellow peak seekers along our route & at the summit in line for our tour and pictures at various spots; did you get one at the famous water spigot?  I did!  

A new tradition getting this image! 

“What’s the scoop with your wool?” one might ask for which my reply would be, as I pointed to various parts upon thee, “my toes are covered, my bum is too, my shirt of of merino wool” then I’d proceed to share that while overlanding I practically live in their gear, trusting it 100% as we explore roads of dirt, areas less known, ice fishing, kayaking, biking … they quickly got the picture as I shared a unique Seek the Peak discount code.

Steph & I met two years ago during my first Seek the Peak 
event  & decided to pair up again this year a 
few days prior to our, what would have been, solo hikes


With splash of pizazz we stated back down Tucks, surprised the falls wasn’t with more water with the rain events in recent days but what do I know other than it was still super pretty.

Flora that was blooming beautifully 
in what can be such a harsh environment

Looking out with Wildcat ski area in the distance

With keen eyes one in our hiking party, Gavin, saw a black bear that was running full speed down near the bottom of the ravine.  

As it ran into the woods we wondered if it was a baby or just looked smallish because of our still high elevation.

The line descending was reminiscent of a conga dance, each taking steps in rhythm as we danced our way back to Pinkham … the real party was soon to get started on the field below adjacent to the start of the auto road.

It takes patience to navigate this section 
& with all of the seekers it took a bit more as 
we each needed to navigate safely & without haste

Gavin & Lindsay enjoying the view of what 
they accomplished on this absolutely stellar of a day!


Back at my car I cleaned up only slightly removing my boots that fit like Cinderella’s slippers for its the thing we always do before we trail gate post hike & this was to he a spectacular venue.

Almost done.

Just a short drive between where my day began, in the coolness of the early morning glow to now as it was warm enough to stay in my hiking attire as I snarfled BBQ, sipped a cider, savored wild Maine blueberry ice cream & chatted with fellow ongoer’s and vendors until it was time to go.

Sue joined me on my very first 4,000 footer hike in 2011 
As they say, "the rest is history" 

Back home I started to layout some of the goodies received 
& STELLA immediately assumed it was fur her

I've got a functional idea I'm noodling for my 
25th Anniversary Seek the Peak trail sign


There’s a few saying that ring between my ears:
“there’s always next time”
“can’t wait until next year”
“wait until you can’t”
“the mountains will be there”

They are all true but what is a hard truth is that without each of you & your generosity the Mount Washington Observatory (MWOBS) would no longer exist.

So…

In the end, I’ve got two things left to say to you.

1) As luck would have it if you missed the opportunity to donate I’ve got good news … we’re keeping the link open for a bit longer for stragglers who believe in a good cause like this gal does. 

Here is the link:
https://secure.qgiv.com/event/seekthepeak2025/account/1995141/

#AdventurewithKalSeekthePeak

2) My most sincere, heart felt thank you for reading these words, watching my seemingly endless reels & social media posts as I tried my best to spread the word about all the elements encapsulated in the 25th Anniversary of Mount Washington Observatory’s Seek the Peak. 


#AdventurewithKal
#SeekthePeak25
#STPSteward

P.S. for those of you who've not yet read it or would to read it again here is what I crafted after my first Seek the Peak:

Ode to 6,288

Highest recorded wind gusts of 231 MPH & coldest wind chill a mere minus 109 degrees.




Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Immersing ourselves in nature is good for your mental health & a hike helps deal with the emotional weight we carry

Immersing ourselves in nature is good for your mental health & a hike helps deal with the emotional weight we carry

The terrain you choose can align with your current state as you navigate

Think of the time spent outdoors a pathway to healing

One might think that anxiety & higher elevations don't go together but actually they are complimentary



Feeling burned out or stressed take to scrags & scrambles

Grief ... that's a tough one, perhaps softness of a meadow



Choosing your adventure deliberately is what we call mountain therapy

Full disclosure, I'm not formally trained in this arena but I've tested theories others have studied

Whatever burden you carry nature has a solution leaving you feeling more grounded

Your senses & nervous system are taken over with your bodily demands on a hike, targeting intentional engagement with the natural environment



Coping with trauma can be debilitating, after a loss I found myself deep within winter's grasp hiking a 4,000 footer deep within the White Mountain Forest of New Hampshire with a couple of friends.  I didn't allow myself to cry on that hike simply because my tears would have frozen but within my body I ached.

The hike was intense & I found myself lost within thought as I arrived at the trailhead. It was after our first summit that I finally felt lighter, my body taking on the challenge diverting to where it was needed



When you feel as if your mind is spinning direct your attention to purposeful activities

When engaged your breath becomes intentional with enhanced CO₂ & purposefully resetting your breath & muscles engaged accelerates cortisol (which helps manage stress, sleep-wake cycles, body temperature, metabolism & blood sugar)

Sustained effort engages motor-planning areas in the prefrontal cortex (the part of our brain that 
affects behavior, personality, and ability to plan), competing for cognitive bandwidth against intrusive allowing ruminative thoughts

Using the tools when hiking, my map & compass, poles & foot placement, when trails intersect & weather threatens to change my mind is forced to refocus



Oftentimes, reaching that summit & taking a rest the quiet while nibbling on snacks you can almost feel the prefrontal cortex activating.  A quieter internal landscape forms where emotions may emerge as you gaze across the landscape

Lots of little decisions in the backcountry help me reset so I can focus on the most important information when I get back home.
The choices we make, their paths created for safety, movement enhances our mental agility
Movements that are rhythmic improve your mood & wooded areas lower cortisol (that stress hormone)

Having water nearby a trail offers a rhythmic sense of peace that distinguishes burnout.  You are fully engaged in nature, whether passive or active as features send a wave that'll improve moods & fatigue



Sometimes, a walk is just a walk, a familiar terrain that quickly reduce mental burden allowing for emotions to dissipate


Life can be chaotic, overstimulating, frustrating, so in nature's abode enjoy windswept views, the sound of your own footsteps on the trail, quiet moments as the sun awakens or an undercast shares a canvas anew


Nature is to be protected as much as our own mental health, healing isn't only within our head but can transform underfoot

Go for a hike or walk but do it with intention, integrate your path with your body, soul, mind & natural landscape you choose

Invest in your mental & emotional health, the next time you feel the proverbial weight of the world is too much to handle, take my advice & head into the wilderness & unlock nature's power of healing



I've returned as a steward for Mount Washington Observatory's (MWOBS) Seek the Peak, our 25th anniversary, and my sincere hope is to raise awareness and funds for this non-profit while seeking Mr. 6,288 as I lovingly call this AdventurewithKal.

Being able to participate in this event is selfless, a quest in sharing the beauty of nature while we ensure hiker safety that's in part made available by the MWOBS higher-summit forecast  

24/7 the scientists study weather events as they strive to educate us on extreme events, predict what we might encounter as we navigate the White Mountain National Forest region of New Hampshire.  

Mount Washington notoriously is the recipient of weather that's uninhibited from across the country as it builds and reaches the summit over 6,000 feet, 6,288 to be exact.



Might you consider as you take that next walk or hike to click on the link below and join me on this adventure in supporting a 501(c)(3) because the work of the crew that lives atop this summit doesn't come for free but rather donations of folks like you and me.

#AdventurewithKal
#SeekthePeak25
#STPSteward

https://secure.qgiv.com/event/seekthepeak2025/account/1995141/



Below is a writing I did after my first Seek the Peak event three years ago and as I prepare for this year's event the words still ring very true.  I hope you enjoy your time in nature and my Ode to Mr. 6,288

Ode to Mr. 6,288 (by me, Kal)

Words I love to write, almost as much as this gal loves to hike, I crafted my “Ode to 6,288” that I hope you enjoy; here it goes:

Highest recorded wind gusts of 231 MPH & coldest wind chill a mere minus 109 degrees.

A pile of rocks, harshness you emit, not fable, urban legend or folk lore.

Visitors arrive galore via foot paths, your twisted roadway or even rail.

No matter the vessel it’s a challenging assent upwards as we scramble, ride or climb.

Met with bluebird skies or snowflakes, sideways rain or “just” gusty winds, rime ice is beautiful but make haste & heed warnings.

In awe of your epic views clear days display, layers of mountainous terrain whilst others remain socked in, sleet & treacherous weather that completely ruin a day.

Higher-summit forecast, a reality sets in, perhaps we should turn back, not go further for danger is ahead & trail-gate instead.

This destination, an epic journey, peeps in line wanting pictures at the top.

Oodles of memories, they’ll last for my lifeline for I’ve known your glory Mr. 6,288.

I’ve shook your hand, stood at that sign, proclaiming I have arrived, a guest for only a short period of time.

Ammonoosuc a fun jaunt, Lions Head the steepest way up, Jewel’s a gem, the epic Presidential Traverse & even the auto road for which I “ran” once upon a time!

Sweeping across the White Mountain National Forest I proclaim this gal is in fact joining “Seek the Peak” yet again this year.

Tuckerman Ravine for charity the winds howl my name.

Irresistible, rugged & strong. Yet your alpine zone remains fragile to even that one footstep that didn’t belong.

Shhh … I’ve got a secret.  Nimbus, the kitty of the MWOBS is the real reason I’m returning.

Purrhaps he’ll allow a scratch behind his ear?

No doubt, if I were to lay down my snuggly Minus33 gear Nimbus would climb onto it & making of biscuits would quickly commence, his eyes slowly closing as a kitty nap would commence.

If you won’t press the donate button for me purrhaps you’ll choose to donate for the kitty named after a cloud formation.

Caturday, July 19th I make my ascent to where Nimbus calls home, on the mountain of the world’s worst weather elements!

See you at 6,288!

Kally :~)

Friday, April 4, 2025

As a fisherwoman I often find myself temporarily within my own orbit between the water and the sky

When I dropped my bait & tackle it allowed me a few moments of inward silence.

The depths of the ocean we know as the Sea of Cortez, Baja California’s coastline had called to this gals adventurous soul.

My first steps in the Sea of Cortez

For nearly 30 years my husband, Eric, had been fishing these waters whilst I stayed away but this trip I hopped on board and travel with him & our buddy Dan down those long, windy, skinny, remote, beautiful roads surround by mountains that had me day dreaming of my backpack & hiking boots (of which neither were on this trip).

It was the vast ocean who was serenading me on this trek.


Harmony by the Sea

Stories they've shared from over the years, not like my own, but to now be with them & create memories of what was ahead were quickly unfolding.

Hours of driving, now into day two as we broke up the trek with an overnight stay at simply adorable spot that had glass hearts hanging from the trees & gattos guarding the grounds.

There were a total of five friendly gattos!

Hold onto hope & hold love in your heart

As we rolled up on a sanctuary, our place to deep into B.C., utterly remote, my soul was completely at rest as my senses took in absence of more gladly welcoming less.

Overlooking the protected bay Sea of Cortez

The warmth of the sand as the gentle waves licked my toes I was greeted by scenery virtually untouched by humans for miles & miles that stretched.
Just me and the sea

Sandbars exposed allowed for leisurely strolls late afternoon whilst evenings displayed an epic array of stars as the sky came awake, each planet showing off among beautifully lite constellations; the absence of manmade light a pure delight!

Early mornings had us chasing the sunrise as we headed for open waters I’ve never explored.  To a waypoint that’ll remain secret our captain was taking us with the hopeful promise of fish.

Headed out as the sun was peaking over the horizon

Generation of fisherman that date back to "The Duke" is the legend we were told have chartered these waters, I felt like I was among royalty of the sea.

The weather forecast, for which I’m addicted, called for calm winds that my fellow veteran anglers of this area quickly called 🐂 💩.

It wasn’t wrong in those early morning hours but by mid-day our panga was a rock n’ & a roll n’; the full experience was underfoot in a boat small for the ocean space we were in.

Sea legs I seem to be born because I navigated that sway like a champ but I’ll admit I wasn’t a wee bit disappointed when we headed closer to shore to escape the swells that were like an great rollercoaster gaining strength by the westerly winds … weeeee!

Day 1: I was on the board but it was relatively quiet in this gals FISHON cheer but I eagerly exchanged my rod & reel for the camera as I tried to capture images my eyes might never see again.

Spotted Bay Bass



Ocean Whitefish

A younger whale made a noisy blowhole appearance a short distance off our bow. With a few breaches & a partial tail display that was a delight to witness we continued our course, in the opposite direction.

A whale of a good time!

Day 2: I'd start each drop, that's what you call it when you send your bait, hook & weight down into the depths, by asking our captain "how deep" my disbelief the line actually went down that far with any to spare.

his screen I knew this to be true so slowly down & down & down further until I hit rock bottom.  A place no one ever wants to stay for fear of getting stuck!

That telling bounce then a few reels up is where my bait met their fate.

The first fish I reeled from the depths was no slouch & oh so tasty will it be filleted and seasoned on my plate.

The next fish was one I kept annoyingly saying with a giant grin “I reeled a Grouper from 500 feet”!!

Seriously, that hook-set was nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.   I knew it was big and I knew it wasn’t a Bay Bass by the way it was reacting.  Hopeful for a fish I’ve never caught before AND of a size that fishing stories FishingwithKal are made from.

BUT not getting rocked, not breaking off, not letting any slack in the line, not being a wimpy girl, not quitting, no seat to buckle me in just pure grit me against fish!

I’m not going to loose this fish!

Eric reeled in his line to be my coach offering helpful tips & reminded me to breathe and that this is why we stay in shape (cuz if I wasn’t there’s absolutely no friggin’ way I’d be able to reel in my fish from that depth successfully).

I reeled in a Snowy Grouper from 500 feet!!

Heading in after a full marathon trip we had a leisurely evening that found us staring once again up at the brilliant stars.


Here is where we’d watch the sky awaken each night & that final morning pre-dawn lounge while the day unfolded welcoming the warmth of the sun as the birds began to sing & the sea lions barked across the bay

Day 3: We headed into the bay to catch bait & were greeted by the sounds of several wintering over loons!  Yup, LOONS! That undeniable sound & wing-stretch had my heart souring as seven of these critters grouped up in the protected bay; I loved this placed even more.

Loaded for bear we headed out once again to another magical spot where I wished I could see her underbelly, the ocean’s contour, where she hides her keep.

Bouncing the bottom, a nibble & slurp FISHON begins that loooong process of reeling from the depths no less than 460 feet!

Our third day fishing the Sea of Cortez coming to an end

Flat was the surface of the Sea of Cortez, little breeze, the forecast for the win or was it me for being able to spend time in such a beautiful place, nature’s bliss❣️

Kissed by the salty air, a touch of sun, copious amounts of fresh fish that’ll feed us for days on end.

Our last morning we woke rather early but in no hurry.

With no boat to catch I grabbed our blanket & took Eric’s hand for those lounge chairs on the beach beckoned us to watch the day unfold while we stayed still.

Wrapped in a blanket, all snuggled into one, we watched three sea lions play or were they fishing for breakfast as the day awoke.  We heard them barking wondering what they had to say as both Eric & I stayed laying awake from pre-dawn until those sunny rays cascaded across the bay illuminating the sky, our first day we witnessed clouds lofting along the horizon adding to the grandeur of this simple place.

A panga heads out early while we watch the day awaken

Our fishing trip complete we needed to pack up all of our gear but first one last stroll I made along the desolate beach.  I was hunting for something particular, having seen broken pieces on an earlier stroll completely alone.  

My footsteps the only trace of human in the sand, well except for this one momentary moment of angst when I saw a glint in the sand. Immediately, I knew what it was and was filled with sadness as it could have killed by mistakenly ingesting thinking it was a jellyfish.

Balloons Blow Don’t Let Them Go!

With the trash of the mylar balloon removed my path to choose freely between grains of time I wandered into the lapping water to check out my finds but choosing to continue my quest I forged on letting my toes sink as the weight of the world is heavy I deny its return … if for only a spell longer with no connectivity here vastly remote it was a splendid treat devoid of all the lies unfolding & complete nonsense #RESIST

Alas, I decided it was time to turn back. My path winding freely on the beach that just recently let go of the tide.  There it was staring up at me. I know in my heart it was awaiting this gals stride, I just need to listen to the quiet and follow its guide.

Perforated Sand Dollar

I hope you enjoyed reading yet another AdventurewithKal

#AdventurewithKal #FishingwithKal #DeepSeaFishing 

25th Anniversary of Mount Washington Observatory's (MWOBS) Seek the Peak

Mount Washington Observatory (MWOBS) Seek the Peak’s 25th Anniversary did not disappoint. Over 500 people laced up their boots & joined ...