i went up buck mountain yesterday, which was a nice 3.3 mile hike up along the eastern side of lake george.
while the mostly easy-going, slopy trail up to the 2000' wasn't quite the heart-attack of prospect's rocky grade, it still had its moments. why, at one point, it reminded me of...
it's unfortunate, i thought to myself, that i'm not thinking more posterity-wise when i'm on the trails; while playing the end game with this massive beast, i clamored up some sheer rock face to a grassy field and, again breathless and near-collapse, i turned around and saw that i was looking out on the scene above. the first words out of my mouth? "holy shit." tenzing norgay i ain't.
but while at the top i met phil and deshawn, the previous of saratoga's schooling circuit while the latter is of our country's fine air forces. funny thing: even at heights like this, you can still meet someone who has seen shear madness, and thankfully, can offer opinions on where to find good bars.
but while at the top i met phil and deshawn, the previous of saratoga's schooling circuit while the latter is of our country's fine air forces. funny thing: even at heights like this, you can still meet someone who has seen shear madness, and thankfully, can offer opinions on where to find good bars.