I never met a canister I didn’t like. They are the gold at the end of my rainbow. The apple of my eye. The dark chocolate to my raisonettes. The hot sauce to my burrito. Yup, I like ’em lots!
What a bittersweet moment for me last month. After ten years of climbing High Peaks, I finished my last on December 28. The victory lap culminated on Fir Mountain in a raging blizzard with cold hands and tired legs. My friend Rick Shortt lead the hike, post-holing the whole way.
If you’d like to know what post-holing is, here now is my summary of the good, bad and uglier moments it took to achieve my 3500 goal: Peak-bagging inside the Blue Line.
A plug for the Catskill 3500 Club, an organization with the world’s best stewards of preservation, conservation, leadership and resources. Their hikes are pretty amazing too.