Frost to the Forehead
Extended the Frost–Butler loop for the first time to tag the Forehead, and navigated four ladder sections with doggy in tow
I like friday morning hikes. I had work so started at the trailhead at 6:15. It was a cooler than usual late-July morning — 61°F on the app, probably 10 degrees colder up high.
The first three-quarters of a mile on the Frost trail was punishing, as usual. Then the trail (and me) stabilized and hit a rhythm.

About a mile and a half up, once the lower bushy high-altitude scrub gave way to more exposed rock, the sun finally cleared the mountain. I’d been chasing a sunrise since the last hike. Got it this time.

We past the Maple Ridge junction. Past the gap; the one the Green Mountain Club warns about for dogs and small children. Brooklyn crossed it before I finished reading the sign. That knot of anxiety was loosened and I hoped worry of ladders would feel the same…


The Forehead at 3,940’.


The ladders
Previous me was anxious about the ladders on the Long Trail south of the Forehead. I now have first-hand data.

Four sections total. The first was a non-event — Brooklyn found the bypass before I saw the ladder. The next two were the kind where a ladder is the only way down, no scampering around this one, girl. She knew what was coming and reluctantly agreed to me putting on her leash. I then awkwardly carried her down one rung at a time.




Clumsy. Annoying. Doable. I had a passing thought about building a practice ladder at home to train her. I suspect I’m not the first person in Underhill to have that idea.
In hindsight, going down was the right direction. Lifting a dog up a ladder while fighting gravity is a different thing entirely. Four ladder sections down: manageable. Up: would have been a much worse time.
The conclusion: I’d do it again.
Descending the now familiar Butler trail felt like a reward.

This was the first time I’ve done the Frost–Butler loop and continued past the Rock Garden Trail junction, up Maple Ridge to the Forehead, then south on the Long Trail to meet Butler Lodge. All the new ground was between those two junctions — and that’s where all the ladders live.
I’ve been slowly expanding what I’m willing to attempt on each hike. Breaking into my imagined worry slowly. Filling in the mental map more with each one. The gap on Maple Ridge was laughable. The ladders manageable.
Listening to How to Be an Adult (David Richo, 1991) on the way up. I keep swearing off self-help books, but keep gravitating back. It’s a good one. Jung translated into the modern world. Still relevant 35 years later.