Once again we headed up to the ADK’s, although this trip was planned weeks in advance, last weekend’s brief overnight was far more impromptu. We took the slow route, and when we got to our intended destination it was early afternoon. We ascended up the short but strenuous incline and finally came to what we thought was the summit, but two days later learned it was not at all the summit. The skies were cloudy so we found a good rock to fish from. The pirate caught a couple trout, and I had several bites but couldn’t hook one. Finally I passed him my rod and said, here something is biting please catch it. Which he did, it was a tiny trout, but later I fried it in butter and it was so delicious!! The decent was also a challenge and by the time we got to the end of it, our legs were so wobbley that we started singing “If I Only Had a Brain.” Hot, sweaty, my face scarlet from the exertion (it gets really red whenever I exercise at all). I regretted going for a run before we left the house!! The next day we let our very sore muscles recover from the hike and went for a drive, we found a cool naturally formed stone bridge and cave, and then later on we went to Mt. Defiance overlooking Fort Ticonderoga and Lake Champlain. After dinner we decided to go fishing, and suddenly I was on. I saw the fish surfacing and I had lost my trout lure on a snag, so in the dark I just put on the first packets of hooks I came to. I immediately got a solid hit and pulled in a really big female bullhead chock full of eggs. Then threw in again to the same spot and pulled out another bully. The third time I cast to that spot I caught a decent little trout, which I think was a native, judging by its pink flesh. Of the four of us fishing, I was the only one to pull any in so they called me the queen of the fish. I swear it was the Magic Margarita I was drinking out of a little canteen my friend gave me for “the road”, which we walked down in the dusk and back up again in the dark.
In the morning we decided to fish in Garnet Lake, the pirate caught a perch and I caught a little sunfish, which I threw back in the water. We then went back and picked up my friend and his daughter and went back up Crane Mountain. My legs were absolutely burning and it was really slow going for me, but I finally made it too the top. Our fishing spot was taken up by swimmers, so we went to a different spot suggested by my friend, and discovered that it was an absolutely picturesque spot. The pirate and I fished there on the rocks for a couple hours. It was still early and they were not biting but after a bit I pulled a decent sized brookie in, this one was small and had more of the white flesh of a stocked fish. This morning we cooked up all the fish for breakfast sauteed in butter with a little lemon juice squeezed over it. Delicious. Nothing tastes better than fresh caught fish!!
Our legs and feet are sore. The decline on the second day was hard. Real hard. The pirate had about an 80 pound pack and was taking it slow. My legs hurt so much I was shakey and had to take it slow for safety. I did some of the more difficult rocks on my rear end, dropped my new OFF bug keeper offer, which tumbled down the face of a cliff, shattering as it went. 😦 It worked really well, and I was awfully disappointed to see it going. Close to the bottom I stepped on a small stick and my foot just slid out from under and I fell on my rear end in the leaves. The first thing I did after shower and before food was take a couple minutes to stretch, so I am only a little sore today, mostly in my left quad.
It feels good to be so strong, though it was tough, I did it. I loved fishing, and was thrilled to catch so many. I loved being with my friends, and my pirate. Whose encouragement on the hike helped me get through it. The whole weekend was so fantastic, I cannot believe I spent so many years NOT hiking. What a waste!!! I am so happy to back at it again. My life is so much better with my pirate in it!!