Apparently
there was a fire at the summit earlier this year. The trail got
pretty steep at the end. Hell, it was pretty steep the whole way
up.
CJ was excited to be at the
top and ready for more. Old dog loves to hike. In the valley below
you can see the road where we parked the
car.
Across the valley from the
summit we were on was this hollow stretching back into the other
side. I've been on top of that area, but not back in the hollow.
I think the fireroad there is gated, but that wouldn't stop bike.
Looking on the map, there's a couple more old quarries back
there that could be worth checking
out.
An
arial shot of the area, though it got a little fuzzy in all my edits
and scaling. In the bottom center is a red dot indicaticating the
location of the cabin. The large red area to the left is area
I've explored. There's lots of fireroads and overlooks up there to
ride to and from. The red circle in the top center is
the hollow I mentioned above. The cleared area just to the
right of that appears to be some kind of compound or other
red neck type facility. The squiggly red line in the center is
the hike we did. We thought we could connect the trail back down to
the rail to trail, but ended up following the ridge the other
way. Instead we turned around and hiked
back.
Back at the cabin Saturday night was a mean
game of cribbage between Jeff and Bill. Jeff
won.
I guess it was
about 11pm when the cribbage finished and Bill decided he wanted to
head to the Tiadaghton Inn for some more beers, and rightly so.
Yuengling drafts were only $1.25. Here's Bill back at the
cabin. His thirst
quenched.
Here's the thirsty rock star
trying to get up in the morning. $1.25 beers equals about a $10
hangover.
The rock star
asleep on the way home. We started out with Jeff in the back seat,
but his sensitivity prevented him from feeling well on the
country roads. Put Bill back there, and he passes out.
Should of had more beers Jeff. You should have more beers in
general. Alcohol kills sensitivity.