I reached upward to a protruding rock, perfect for helping keep my balance on the wet granite slab that served as my gateway to the highest point in New England. Huntington Ravine — a cirque formed by glacial activity nearly 50,000 years ago — was enshrouded in a thick fog, hindering our ability to see much more than 30 yards in any direction.
My hiking partner and I continued upward, carefully finding solid footholds among a sea of steep granite. Suddenly, a crashing sound reverberated against the ravine walls, leaving us in a state of confusion as to what and where it was coming from. But before we had a chance to say anything, we heard a shout from above.
The exclamation echoed off the rocky walls, mixing in with a crashing sound that seemed to have no end.