It rained this morning. No, scratch that, it poured. By the time we got on The Giant the storm was finished, but it was still wet.
Today’s discovery–it’s much more difficult to take our hike when it’s wet. The rocks and pebbles that cover the trail started shifting with each step. My sneakers never got the traction I’m used to. Each step brought less distance.
On top of that it was humid. The dew point is hovering close to 70°. The sweat was pouring off me. Helaine doesn’t sweat, she glows.
For the first time in a long time we took a short break just before reaching the tower at the summit. Mother Nature wins.
We ran into Scot Haney on our way down. Scot’s a meteorologist for the competition in Hartford. He was in the third SUV of a three car entourage heading to the top. These were the first passenger cars we’ve seen driving here all spring and summer.
WHAT???? Haney couldn’t WALK the 1.6 miles each way? He should be embarrassed. Cameramen, OK, they have heavy equipment, but an OAP? A golf cart, maybe, but if I ran into an SUV on my gravity-aided speed-march down the mountain, the law suit would net me big bucks. Oh, the humanity!!!