It's time for a story... before the picture of the ladder in my current header disappears. Yes, it's been a year and since I love to change accessories in life, so I love to change accessories on the web. I'm getting a blog makeover soon.
Enough of that for now, you'll get to see the changes soon enough. So what is that ladder on the rocks in my current header about? Some of you have wondered and I've promised for a long time I'd tell you about it. It's time to deliver - in fact let me tell you a story.
One summer day, several years ago while our family was on vacation in New York, we drove about an hour from our rental cabin up a winding, bumpy dirt road to the trail head parking lot of Crane Mountain. We jumped out of the car with our day packs loaded with water, gorp and peanut butter sandwiches, excited for our Adirondack Adventure for the day.
Now if you've heard the name Crane Mountain before in previous posts, you're right. In fact on a beautiful rock outcropping over 17-years ago, my husband slipped a diamond ring out of his pocket and proposed. I was shaking so bad that I was afraid I'd drop the diamond in the deep crevices of the rock as he slid the sparkling ring onto my finger.
But that's another story for another day. You see, Crane happens to be one of our favorite mountains to climb. It's been listed in the mountain guide books as one of the most scenic hikes around, with a beautiful lake nestled near the top of the mountain. From the summit, it seems like you're in a faraway fantasy land of rocks and trees overlooking a breathtaking blanket of green.
But on this particular day it was decided by my husband and my brother-in-law that we'd go up the regular trail and come down the other side of the mountain where the dreaded ladder was.
Now I say dreaded because I had long avoided this side of the mountain. We'd always come up the main trail and come down the main trail. As much as I love hiking and backpacking, I do not like heights. Well, let me rephrase that. I do not like heights when I feel I am in danger. As long as I'm far enough away from the edge of the cliff and can grab onto some solid rock or sturdy tree, I'm just fine.
"Do we have to come down that side of the mountain?" I caught up to my husband on the trail, trying to plead my case. "We have Joel with, maybe it's a little too dangerous to be hanging over a cliff, clinging to a ladder that is only bolted into the side of the mountain with our five-year-old."
"We'll be just fine. I've done it before."
Jim seemed so confident it would be safe. But I wasn't sure. In fact I dreaded what was to come.
Stay tuned for the end of Crane Mountain Ladder Adventure tomorrow folks...
Live the adventure,
2 comments:
All I can say is don't keep me waiting too long. I am not a patient man. :)
Ineresting, both posts but where are the pictures!!
Sorry about the spam - not nice.
I thought you had done something clever with the larger and larger letters!
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