The last rays of twilight mixed with moon glow, casting a pink hue on the craggy peaks. We were on top of 4,312-foot Mount Pierce, as a full moon rose above a wall of mountains. It was a warm, clear night, and the wide-open views from the rocky summit were spectacular. We gazed at the expanse of forests, peak, and valleys that stretched 360 degrees; Mount Washington, a shadowy behemoth, loomed in the distance. The scene produced an odd sense of vulnerability and infinite possibility. Standing on top of a mountain can do that to you.
We were on a four-day traverse of the Presidential Range. The excursion would take us up seven mountains, with overnight stays at three Appalachian Mountain Club huts. Full story for BostonGlobe.com subscribers.
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