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Our hike in yesterday was spectacular, rolling up and over Mt. Jackson and reveling in views of the deep cut of Crawford Notch and the rising ridgeline of the southern Presidential Range. But, in true White Mountain fashion, those clear blue skies didn’t hold. What had been a calm evening devolved into a downpour and we woke up to drenched trails, thick fog, and the promise of summer ice further up the range. Thankfully, the tent platforms just beyond the Appalachian Mountain Club’s Mizpah Spring Hut (known as the Nauman Tentsite) offered us some shelter and kept us relatively dry, but the way back would be blustery to say the least. Hiking back over Jackson a few hours later, the contrast with yesterday was stark: We could barely see 100 feet down the trail, and wind howled through the trees and tugged at our heavy packs. Strangely, I felt my spirits lift as my rain jacket billowed. We had definitely seen both faces of the Whites