The other day, I waxed on about Spring’s arrival to the North Country. Not so fast.
Mountain Man proposed a hike to Scarface, a relatively diminutive peak by Adirondack standards, so I said yes. A nice Spring walk. NOT!
There was an icy “spine” most of the way and I clumped along in snowshoes. It was Spring after-all and i left my micro spikes home. I can only speak of most of the way, because when it became too gnarly by my standards, I turned back and headed away from the hills.
That’s Spring in the Adirondacks.
My walk out provided plenty of time to collect a pocketful of lichen, which had fallen off the trees, and to contemplate rocks.