We slept soundly at Lakes of the Clouds Hut, despite the snoring of EVERY person in the room (including Yours Truly), and woke up Monday morning, August 16, 2021 eager for our hut breakfast and the adventure that awaited us on our return hike to Crawford Notch. Breakfast was not until 7:00 am, and we were up by 6:00, so we strolled outside to take in the view. Mist was still draping the valleys below. While we had jackets on, it wasn't as cold as the forecast 40F would make you expect. We felt very comfy as we looked at everything in a new light:
We realized that Kathy had apparently not evened the score with the Crawford Path for that unfortunate pebble stumble in 2006, but had somehow newly offended the trail by stealing one of its own. The trail is patient. The trail waited. It found its moment and it struck. Never disrespect the trail.
David caught Covid from the hut stay and had mild cold symptoms, but unfortunately infected a number of family members before we figured out he had Covid. Oddly, Kathy either never caught it, or was unsymptomatic and overcame it before she got tested. As we said above: lesson learned about taking risks with Covid.