Just like that the feared Mt. Moosilauke is over.  Except for the fog, rain and slippery Beaver  Falls trail coming down, it was a fun day hiking the Whites. So now I get to stew on tomorrow’s hike over the Kinsmans, a 16 mile rock scrambling adventure destined to leave my feet battered and sore. That’s if I don’t fall. It’s so hard to relax and trust that by now my “hiker parts” can take over and before I know it, the Southern range of the White Mountains will be behind me.  One step at a time, breath, one step at a time, breath, one step…