Saturday, October 16, 2010
Climbing Cannon with the Frat Boys
I brought along thermoses of hot tea and hot jello, crampons and snow shoes and microspikes and everything else that I could come up with and headed over to meet them at the trail head.
The weather most of the way up was misty and the ground conditions were snow and ice. I climbed fearlessly knowing that there were a dozen strong young men to carry me down if I broke my leg.
So, we climbed through the mist and slipped and slid our way up the mountain. Some of the boys hiked in jeans, some in sneakers, some in ski boots--we were a motley crew but having the best time. As we reached the summit suddenly it wasn't warm any more and there was a frigid wind and things started to freeze fast--including my hair.
The way I remember it, someone snapped a picture in a hurry and we all ran as fast as we could into the trees and drank tea and hot jello and put on whatever clothes were still dry in our backpacks and laughed and slid our way down the mountain and into the part of my brain labeled favorite memories.
Thanks Ross, from whose facebook photo album I stole these pictures. I'll treasure this forever.