So we drove there in my tiny car. I was nervous the entire ride.
It was sunny when we left, and wicked cloudy when we got there. It was even snowing a tiny bit. Dan took about 20 minutes to park the car, trying to make sure we'd have enough room to gather some speed when we left in case the Cavalier decided to try to get stuck in the snow.
Responsible Boy signed the trail register and we were off!
When we started out, I declared "I'm changing the name from Crane Mountain to Boulderfiled Mountain" because the trail was just boulders boulders everywhere.
|Check out THAT boulder!|
Anyway. We hiked. And slipped a few times. Well, a lot. I was like "Oh, hey, I wish I had some spikes on my boots. Shame."
Dan was like "Yeah, I uh, thought about bringing them but didn't feel like it."
Good choice, Dan.
We met up with two dudes, one from CT (really close to where Dan lives, actually) and the other from MD. The guy from MD had a rifle with him "In case we see any cats." Yeah. Okay.
The higher we got, the slicker it got. The thicker the ice. There were fewer and fewer things for us to grab on to (trees, rocks) and fewer and fewer places to step.
We got to one treacherous sheet of ice and couldn't go any further.
We turned around, defeated.
That is what the trail looked like.
This was a good section:
I did manage to snap this shot of a trail marker. No clue how it got like that, but I love trail markers in weird places. Looks like this one was put here in '69. Not sure that's realistic, but I wasn't there so who knows.
At the very least, the trail was open in a few parts, so we got to see a view a little bit, without having to venture to the icy lookouts or try to (unsafely) reach the top despite our lack of gear.
Dan snapped this shot of me in the parking lot. I refuse to get all dressed up in cold weather gear and then not get to play around in the snow. So I made a snow angel and showed off my new Lowe Alpine soft shell pants.
We'll have to return with the spring or with the microspikes.