Chocorua isn’t a 4000 footer, but it was a lot harder than some of the taller mountains I’ve climbed since. It did make the 52 with a view list, and for good reason. This is one of my favorite climbs so far. But prepare yourself for reading these hiking posts — almost every one of them is one of my favorite climbs so far. Because there’s NOTHING BETTER THAN HIKING!
Anywho. After hiking Eisenhower I was totally smitten with the idea of being on a mountain. Sadly, the next Stonyfield hiking club trek wasn’t for several weeks but luckily one of my hiking buds from that trip was also interested in getting up again ASAP. We planned to hit up Chocorua together the following weekend.
My friend had climbed Chocorua previously, and suggested we go up and down the Piper Trail. It ended up being a really great trail, and I definitely would recommend it. Being that I’m writing this post so far after the fact, I don’t remember a ton of details, but I do remember feeling challenged pretty much the whole way up, and being frequently rewarded with breathtaking views.
I do recall at one point feeling like we were almost there, and then looking up to realize that the summit was what looked like an entirely different mountain still way off in the distance. This climb was LONG. At one point we started scaling the rock face at the top before another helpful hiker on his way down pointed out that we had gone off trail. We’ve done this a couple of times since then and now we always refer to it as “pulling a Chocorua.”
When we first got to the top, I was worried that it wasn’t going to be worth it because this is what we saw:
Luckily we decided to stick it out on the top for a little while and eat some lunch while we waited for the fog to blow off. If I’m not mistaken, this was the first time I packed a PB&J for my summit snack. It was EPIC. After a little while we were rewarded with much improved views:
Finally we posed for our Summit Selfie and then made our way back down.
I have to admit, my favorite thing about this day was that we stopped in at Hobbs Tavern in Ossipee on our way home. We had both noticed their sign on the way up and decided to give it a try on the way back. It was FABULOUS. They brew their own beer, have a full bar, and also have the most DELICIOUS food you could possibly hope for after a day on a mountain. I wish I had taken a picture of my knuckle sandwich, which was the very best version of a lobster roll I’ve ever had (And I live on the seacoast — I’ve had a LOT of lobster rolls!). Hobbs is now the reason that I always opt for mountains up Rt 16 over those on Rt 93 which land me at the Woodstock Inn at the end of the day. Woodstock is still delightful, but it’s no Hobbs. Sadly all I have to show you is this subpar picture of my beer. I promise to step my photography game up now that I know I’m going to be blogging all of this!