<p>Ah, the names of the huts bring back memories of hiking in the White Mts back in my college days. When I was young & stupid, some friends & I started climbing Mt Washington at 9pm. It was a full moon & we made it from Pinkham Notch up to the base of Tuckerman Ravine by midnight, where we stopped at a shelter for the night. The next morning we continued up the ravine in a dense fog, lost our bearings & detoured close to Lake of the Clouds before correcting our error. We finally made it to the summit, sat down in the restaurant to a cup of hot chocolate, and watched the mountain rescue crews bring in a couple of hypothermic hikers that they had plucked off the mountain. It suddenly occurred to me that the rescued hikers could just as easily have been my friends & me. It was 40 degrees with poor visibility & rain at the summit while it was 70 degrees in the valley.</p>
<p>I have climbed Mt. Washington several times since then, but always with a healthy respect for the weather & the moods of the mountain.</p>