It is hard to describe the excitement and anticipation felt leading up to the culmination of a goal to climb all 46 of the Adirondack High Peaks. The anticipation of a child awaiting Santa Claus’ arrival comes close. The author slept little the previous night – and would have headed out in the wee hours of the morning if she did not have two dear friends accompanying her once daylight arrived.
After climbing 42 of the 46 solo, it was wonderful to have friends join her for the final climb. There is a time to be alone and there is a time for sharing. This was most definitely a sharing time. We set off earlier than planned on an overcast, foggy morning.
Marcy Dam is a happy and sad place. Sad because the beautiful dammed lake is no more and the bridge across it had been severed by Hurricane Irene last year. Happy because the mountains still loom overhead and hard-working people built a wonderful foot bridge across a short distance below the original dam bridge. A lesson learned – nothing stays the same in the wilderness – don’t expect it to – that is one of the charms of “wilderness” – it is ever changing, ever-fascinating.
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