I didn’t want to do it.
I didn’t even know I could do it.
The entire time.
I didn’t know I could. The entire time.
But I did. I hiked two high peaks in February. We started at the AMR parking lot in Keene Valley, NY. This was followed by a really annoying miles long walk down a road that I really would have preferred to drive down instead.
After this we started climbing and climbing and climbing. It hurt and I was cold and hot and nauseous and couldn’t eat and couldn’t drink and was cold. Did I mention the cold? And the hurt?
We got to the top of Upper Wolfjaw and I didn’t want to go on. But I did. I did do it.
And I found all the miserable, hurting, scared corners of myself and poked them. And kept poking them. For 8 hours and 11.5 miles and over 4,000 feet of elevation.
I’m not sure I’ll ever do another Adirondack high peak in the winter, but now I know that I can.
