This is a hike that I haven't done for a long time. In fact the last time was when Chance was alive and by the end I had almost crippled my right knee. That seems like a lifetime ago, perhaps that is because it was at this point. And yes, there was snow on the ground.
Sal seem glad to see it again, and to be honest I was too. It was the ice stream that went down the trail I was less excited about. Managed to only slip a couple of times and caught myself each time.
The summit was... remarkable. I had started the hike at 8AM so when I got to the top in a surprising fast hour and fifteen minutes (2.1 miles and 2,600 foot gain one way) there was still fog in the valley. The drive there I saw an incredible sunrise and the peak rivaled that easily. Below is Lake Champlain and New York. I saw mountains I have never seen before.
This is looking north towards Mount Mansfield. What a crazy range of mountains.
This is looking towards New Hampshire. I am sure Mount Washington is the one in the background.
The fog turned all of the peaks into islands.
Honestly just wow.
Sal concurred.
On the decent I passed huge hoard heading towards the top, I had left early enough that there were only three cars when I arrived. When I left there were more like 30. And the crowds going up were dressed for shopping not for climbing a mountain. Perhaps I am getting snobbish about it because obviously they climbed it and no one died. Here is the shadow of the beast.
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