Past the Whites

We are at the first shelter after Moosilauke, the last mountain of the whites, Flora, Cant Stop, Black Eagle, and I and also an annoying middle aged section hiker and a nobo. Today after the mountain there were some verdant fields in which we frolicked with delight. Flatness. We could hardly believe it. We did cartwheels and log rolls through the grass. 
I will miss the Whites but my knees sure won't! Flora and I miss Brookie, this was our first day hiking without him in a few weeks :( The Whites were awesome, wow. Now trail life is going to be different- more fast walking, less views, I don't know what else.