Mountaintop adventures
April 15, 2023
My day began in Pittsburgh, about three hours north of Spruce Knob. I left my hotel around 4 am, crossing the Monongahela River on I-376. Even in those small hours, plenty of trucks rumbled about on the highways of southwestern Pennsylvania. But the roads grew progressively quieter and smaller as I worked my way South and East into the rural mountains of West Virginia.
Continue reading “Spruce Knob, West Virginia, via the Huckleberry Trail”
August 12, 2022
I arrived in Adams, Massachusetts, on the tail end of my New England high point road trip. There amidst rolling farmland and the post-industrial towns of the Berkshires, lies Mount Greylock. The 3,489-foot peak rises head and shoulders above any other summit in Massachusetts.
Continue reading “Mount Greylock via the Bellows Pipe Trail”
August 10, 2022
Vermont’s tallest peak. Mount Mansfield, holds a special place in my heart. We grew up skiing on its lower slopes, at Stowe, and visited the area numerous times in both winter and summer. There are layers of history to this mountain, from rum runners to the aprés glitterati of the mid-20th century.
Continue reading “Mount Mansfield via Hell Brook”
August 8, 2022
Tackling New Hampshire’s Presidential Range would form the centerpiece of my recent New England high point road trip. The massive peaks rise head and shoulders above any other peaks in the Northeastern US. A majority of the journey takes place at or above the treeline. And a series of huts, shuttles, and base camps run by the storied Appalachian Mountain Club can make the ambitious journey a touch bougier and more European.
Continue reading “The Presidential Range Traverse”
August 5, 2022
Talk to hikers in the Eastern US and Baxter takes on a seemingly mythical quality. Up there, deep in the heart of the Maine Woods, lies Katahdin. The peak sits surrounded by think, wild forests. The wilderness in turn sits surrounded by vast tracts of forest, like the “hundred-mile wilderness.” It’s the terminus of the Appalachian Trail. The end of the line.
Continue reading “Sandy Stream Pond (Baxter SP)”
August 2, 2022
I grew up roughly an hour from Hunter Mountain, in New York’s pastoral Hudson Valley. But ironically, Hunter would become the very last mountain I would hike among New York’s 4000-foot-plus set. Growing up, we never skied Hunter (“too many New Yorkers!”), and chose the Adirondacks over the Catskills for vacations (“too many New Yorkers!”). If there’s one thing New Yorkers despise on vacation, it’s other New Yorkers. Especially ones from farther south.
Continue reading “Hunter Mountain via the Devil’s Path”