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Well, this started out as a Twins to Bonds hike, then the weather wouldn't budge. It turned into a Cabot Hike, because there are no river crossings...
At least, thats what the BOOK says.
The Weather Goddess and I met up with LenDawg and Little Sister at 9am. in beautiful downtown Stark to hike up to Cabot. There was a georgeous drizzle in the air, and a beautiful bone chilling breeze. We quickly suited up and hit the trail before any one of us could suggest going out for a huge Sunday Brunch instead. After oh, 2 1/2 minutes on the trail we were all throughly soaked to the bone, but still having a good time. The trail gradually turned into a brook, then it began to have more river qualities. Onward we sloshed. At some point, we decided that the Unknown Pond was really our destination this day.
We made it to the pond, thought briefly about warming up in the tent that was pitched nearby, and enjoyed the views of the rain dropplets on the pond, and the fog and leaves.
LenDawg graciously produced a bottle of champagne to celebrate the occasion, thanks again.
After deciding we should return for a winter camp/skating event, off down the trail we went.
The pace picked up as visions of nachos and buffalo chicken danced in our heads, and not as much care was taken with avoiding the futile attempt to keep our feet out of the water. The slog back to the cars was quick and slippery and wet.
Ended up having a great meal and beverages at a sports bar/pizza/Mexican/Biker palce in Lancaster. The food was great, but the company was better!
Thanks to Little Sister, LenDawg and the WG for joining me to 'go out and play' on a wet soggy cold day.
The mountains are not going anywhere, and my motto has always been that the summit is optional, getting out safely is not.
At least, thats what the BOOK says.
The Weather Goddess and I met up with LenDawg and Little Sister at 9am. in beautiful downtown Stark to hike up to Cabot. There was a georgeous drizzle in the air, and a beautiful bone chilling breeze. We quickly suited up and hit the trail before any one of us could suggest going out for a huge Sunday Brunch instead. After oh, 2 1/2 minutes on the trail we were all throughly soaked to the bone, but still having a good time. The trail gradually turned into a brook, then it began to have more river qualities. Onward we sloshed. At some point, we decided that the Unknown Pond was really our destination this day.
We made it to the pond, thought briefly about warming up in the tent that was pitched nearby, and enjoyed the views of the rain dropplets on the pond, and the fog and leaves.
LenDawg graciously produced a bottle of champagne to celebrate the occasion, thanks again.
After deciding we should return for a winter camp/skating event, off down the trail we went.The pace picked up as visions of nachos and buffalo chicken danced in our heads, and not as much care was taken with avoiding the futile attempt to keep our feet out of the water. The slog back to the cars was quick and slippery and wet.
Ended up having a great meal and beverages at a sports bar/pizza/Mexican/Biker palce in Lancaster. The food was great, but the company was better!
Thanks to Little Sister, LenDawg and the WG for joining me to 'go out and play' on a wet soggy cold day.
The mountains are not going anywhere, and my motto has always been that the summit is optional, getting out safely is not.
