The weekend was beautiful. I caught spring fever. “Let’s go for a walk on the Giant,” I asked Helaine. It was an easy suggestion to make on a Sunday night after dark. There was no way to go!
This early afternoon as I stumbled out of bed Helaine asked, “Do you still want to go?” I did. We both love Sleeping Giant Mountain.
It’s early March. It’s Monday. Even at 59° there are small patches of snow in shaded areas. The parking lot was jammed!
In a perfect world we’d have made it to the top. We did not.
My back, which pained me late Saturday night before slacking off Sunday made it perfectly clear the full mountain would be foolhardy.
We’ll be back. Two years ago we walked the mountain three or four times a week. I was as aerobically fit as I can remember.
If spring fever has a downside I haven’t seen it yet.