>> Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I want this blog to document my Adirondack 46 high peaks adventures in their entirety. Therefore, I shall back up in time a few days and describe the weekend that started my husband and me on our wild quest to scale all 46 High Peaks in the Adirondacks. It can all be blamed on one person: our friend I shall call D.
D is a great guy I got to know through a professional organization to which he and I both belong. Eventually we discovered he and my husband share a passion for cars (surely there will be more on that in the future), and we all share a love for biking.
I suppose I should have known long ago that this friendship might be a little dangerous. D is fit. Very fit. Spouse and I, well, we used to be very fit. Yet somehow D talked spouse into training for a roadbike ride up Whiteface Mountain this summer. Yes, that's something like 8 miles UP A MOUNTAIN. I had the good sense to scoff. D trained hard and made it to the top in good time. We - ah - won't discuss how the poor spouse fared in the training.
This D is the same crazy person who invited us on a weekend camping trip in the Adirondacks. He's a 45er, and intends to climb his 46th high peak this coming weekend. Warning bells should have gone off in our heads about the potential rigors of the proposed trip, but they did not. We love woods. We love camping. We love hiking and even trail running. So we happily agreed to go. At the last minute D's incredibly cool twelve-year-old son decided to come with us.
It. Was. Awesome. And yet I'm hard-pressed to describe why it was so good. When I describe it even to myself it sounds slightly nuts.
We hiked 5.5 miles with 20+ lb packs on our backs through rain, ankle deep mud, and slippery rocks to a lean-to. Spouse at the luxuriously plush lean-to: