Well, the hike didn’t happen! Although the foot is healing nicely, last Sunday wasn’t a good day to try McNaughton here in the Adirondack High Peaks. There was 20″+ on the ground, and with the mileage up around 17 miles and snowdrifts guaranteed, we opted to err on the side of caution. It’s good though, because today I was on the treadmill for the first time… RUNNING! YESSSSS.
So, it looks like the adventure season will soon enter a lull. Next weekend will be the surgery, and Christmas prepping, Christmas, and then a WEDDING! All the while recovery will remain a priority so we can hit some more winter peaks. If you haven’t tried it yet, you should. Winter hiking is amazing! Just use hand and foot warmers!
Oh, and check out the sales at EMS! We picked up snowshoes and spikes for huge discounts!
Well, this isn’t how it was supposed to be. Eventually, but not yet!
Next month I’m finally going under the knife for some minor shoulder surgery I’ve been putting off all year. It’s just a minor procedure to fix some arthritis issues, but it’ll put a damper on Just Wandering for awhile. I’m okay with that. I’ve come to terms with it, prepared for it, and I’m READY. But…
Not just yet. Unfortunately last weekend I stepped on a nail and it pierced my foot near my heel. UGH. I went to the doc today and got a booster shot, but he also told me he was putting me on an antibiotic because it showed signs of infection already. SERIOUSLY. Walking is a chore, so wandering is out for now. However, I’ll be backdating some of the trips from the last year and including some reviews of things we picked up along the way. Cairn is one for sure. You’ll want to get our 2c on THAT.
For now I’m wandering on the road to recovery. Damn.
I do have a hiking trip on the ske-doolie at the end of the month. Fingers crossed…
I did something Sunday. I became an Adirondack 46er.
The shadow of the Adirondacks had always been cast toward the “flatlands”, and I grew up imagining what it would be like to roam the wilderness like Roger’s Rangers, the Iroquois or Algonquin, or trappers and hunters. After graduating high school I joined the Army, lived overseas and then on the west coast, and then finally moved back to New York in 1998. It didn’t take long and I set about plans to hike Mt. Marcy, just because it was the tallest of course. My plans weren’t plans at all really. I had a backpack if you can call it that, and some boots. That’s all I needed, right? I did climb Mt. Marcy in the summer of 2000, from Elk Lake and back. I ran out of water, it was colder on the summit than I thought it would be, and my clothes were laughable looking back on it. Soon after I took a crack at hiking Dial and Nippletop, but ended up stopping very short of Bear Den and doing Round Mountain instead. That was the extent of my hiking for a very, very long time. Continue reading Adirondack 46er