Young and Unshod up Mt Washington





To say my boys love their “bare footing” would be an understatement… Our youngest, in fact, considers being required to wear shoes to be the ultimate threat.

So when we hatched a plan with PopPop (their grandfather), and Great Uncle Dave, to climb Mt Washington, it was no surprise when our 3 boys Kai (14), Cove (11), and Zev (7), replied, “Yes, let’s go barefoot!” 



Well this unorthodox style would no doubt bring attention, judgment, and possibly repercussions on this popular mountain, so we came to an agreement with our intrepid hikers. 

“Okay boys, you can hike barefoot up Mount Washington on the condition that you strap your shoes to your backpacks for all to see…” 

PopPop, Great Uncle Dave, Heidi, and I would be donning footwear because, unlike the boys, our feet were not up to the challenge. 



We chose to ascend via the Lion’s Head Trail, and descend via the Boott Spur Trail. Our total distance was just shy of 10 miles over some seriously rugged terrain. But when it was all said and done, guess who had no blisters, detached toenails, cuts, scrapes, or mental anguish? Those barefoot and injury free boys. I do wish I could say the same for the rest of our bloody members…😆





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