This past weekend was exactly what I needed to disconnect and recharge myself for the weeks to come. A coworker and I decided to head up to the Adirondacks Friday (we took a half-day) to set up camp and get a good night’s rest for Saturday. We drove into Lake Placid for dinner and walked the streets; I didn’t know that the shops stayed open that late! Oh, and for dinner, I finally got to try out the Lake Placid Brewery and Pub- delicious and very reasonably priced! I started off with their 46er IPA and a crock of french onion soup- passes in my book! And ate half of their steak sammy with a side of fries (of course!)
Our plans for Saturday were to initially hike Colvin, Blake, Nippletop, Dial, Bear– but we didn’t realize how difficult and time consuming the descent from Colvin and the ascent up to Blake would be– and then we had to turn around and go back the way we came. There was one HUGE boulder that threw us off for a few moments when we initially thought we’d have to turn around. But I thought, “hey, in order to become a 46er, I’d have to come back and do this alllllll over again. Not happening.” I said to my friend, I’m going for it- and we did! And luckily getting down, there was a guy on the other side willing to spot us!
These two mountains definitely tested me this weekend. There were a couple moments where I had to stop, tell myself not to cry and that I could do it. See, it was STEEP at some sections. And by steep I mean straight up rock that you had to scale. With a major fear of heights, this got tricky. I had to trust my upper body strength (thank goodness I have it) and my boots– and I did it. Nothing beats that feeling. Technically we hit two mountains, but we climbed every inch of three peaks. Fourteen miles in ten hours. Boom.
We were both passed out after eating our servings of homemade chili with cheddar and toasted bread by eight. Every single part of me ached! We thought we’d get up on Sunday to hike the three peaks we had left out on Saturday, but our bodies said no, no, no. We quickly decided that Giant was close, and only three miles up. Let me tell you, that was my hardest peak yet! I was STARVING half way up (I don’t like to eat and climb but had to), my legs were JELLO from the previous day, and there was ROCK. And a lot of it. Thank goodness for my friend who took over when I was getting weak and got in front of me; that always pushes me to carry on if I’m not leading. But we made it; the first two to the top for the day!
And it was perfect. Not windy. Crystal clear. And quiet. We both had some snacks, took our packs off (in the opposite order) and started taking it all in.
It took us five hours total to conquer those 6 miles. Slow and steady. But of course, once we got down, we were starving (and dirty!). So, we hit up the food truck before hopping on the northway. I of course got french fries with a side of hotdog with meat sauce. Hit.the.spot!
Multiple times throughout the hikes I thought to myself, I am one lucky gal. I found my friend thinking out loud that she was thankful for each step and opportunity to go on these hikes and successfully finish them. Because really we are. And there is nothing like those experiences. Each one similar but always breathtaking.