We climbed a mountain todayPosted on September 26th, 2007 after 7515 miles by Dean Croshere.
Vermont is stunning.
Hot, humid, muggy, and visually stunning.
When you sweat here, the sweat doesn’t just disappear in the wonderful cooling fashion it should. Instead, it drips.
It soaks your shirt and makes all your clothing stick to you. It requires a rag to keep it out of your eyes. In the humidity, sweat becomes a miserable salty bath rather than a refreshing cooling mechanism.
I got a patent lesson in this yesterday on the record-breaking hike my host took me on.
It was 3 and a half miles round trip with a 900 foot elevation change. The hike is the furthest recorded distance Boxer (this version) has ever been hauled by one person. I’m really hoping someone decides to shatter this record. A record of only 3 and half miles isn’t very impressive (although it appears to be much further with an almost exactly 50 pound pointy brass dog).
Hiking in the Green Mountains is considerably different from hiking the Sierra Nevadas, as I have always done.
Other than the humidity, the trees and the terrain are much different. The towering Ponderosa Pines and redwoods of the west have given way to the much wider, leafier maples and oaks in the east. Rather than be awed by the awesome height of the softwoods of the west, the darkness created by so many layers of thin canopy, the hardwood trees of the east provide a comforting, embracing, almost claustrophobic shade. The muted colors that adorn these trees, the hues of green, yellow, and orange provide proof that the seasons are indeed beginning to change. It’s a good thing too; the weather certainly wasn’t an indicator.
So here's Boxer, sitting on the top of the Snake Mountain, looking over the Champlain Valley, Lake Champlain, and the Adirondacks in upstate New York.