Red Dragonfly

I haven’t seen a red dragonfly in quite a while but was fortunate to catch one this afternoon. 😀

Red-Veined Darter or Nomad (Sympetrum Fonscolombii)

And Then This Happened

As I was walking out of the Castle Café on top of Whiteface Mountain, my jaw dropped.

“Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte?
Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?”
– Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

Beyond Blessed

Whiteface Mountain

Summit Weather: TEMP 50°F, WINDS 30+, VIS 0

Despite those conditions and the gatekeepers advising I would not be allowed to hike (or ride the elevator) to the summit upon reaching the top, I paid the entrance fee and meandered up the road.

An excellent decision. 😀

Heading up Whiteface Veterans Memorial Highway.

Almost Missed This

After spending hours just traveling “up the road a ways” I was trying to focus on making up some time but then I pulled off the road to be blessed with this view.

I stopped worrying about time. 😀

Saranac River at McCasland Bridge

Tupper Lake

“There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.”
– Washington Irving

Tupper Lake, Adirondack Park

A Hint of What Was to Come

Less than 5 miles from Little Sand Point campground, I had to pull over because it was just too beautiful to pass with taking a photo.

The entire day turned out to be one incredible view after another.

Irondequoit Bay, Adirondack Park, NY

Wore Them Out

Due to my failure to comprehend a “pond” in Adirondack lingo might actually be a bog, instead of hiking a 3.6 mile out-and-back, we knocked off a 10 km force-march.

As the daylight was fading, the trip back to the car was pretty focused. I wasn’t so concerned about being forced to navigate the path in the darkness as it was well marked but I wasn’t so sure I could find our campsite once we returned to the campground. Turns out, that was a legitimate concern. 😀

The next morning, the effects of our adventure were fairly obvious.

Exhausted siblings, Zoe and Aslan
Granger, the morning after we force-marched a 10 km the night before.

Northville-Lake Placid Trail

We ended up staying a night at Little Sand Point campground somewhere near Piseco, NY.

I asked the gate guard about a place to let the dogs run and he suggested a trail nearby. It was only after we were hiking, I realized I had been there before, many years ago when I hiked the NTP with Daigo, my Long Trail End-to-End K9 companion.

Turns out, the trail is pretty much just like I remember it, beautiful, nicely scented with some serious bogs requiring tactful navigation in order to avoid getting wet. 😀

Granger, navigating a bog crossing.

Happenstance Happens or Does It?

I met Peg while visiting Dog Mountain and she told me the story behind Dog Mountain as she led us on one of the trails. After our dogs had “almost” exhausted themselves, we parted by the pond with an invitation to stay in her field for the night.

Peg, in gratitude for your generosity, I shall do my best to “pay it forward” as we continue our journey. Thank you.

“We don’t meet people by accident. They’re meant to cross our path for a reason.”
– Kathryn Perez, Therapy

Peg’s field

Dog Mountain

If you are ever in northern Vermont, near St. Johnsbury and happen to be a dog owner or have ever loved a dog, I strongly recommend a visit to Dog Mountain.

Granger, Zoe, and Aslan did not want to leave – it is that kind of place, a very special place where people from all parts of the world visit, many specifically to honor their lost pet in the Dog Chapel.

Dog Chapel, St. Johnsbury, VT