I love flannel shirts, color changes, and crisp fall days.
Something in me just sings, yearns to get on top of a mountain this time of year.
So I go – usually with Porter as my lone hiking partner – which isn’t a bad thing at all.
This weekend Porter and I hit the trails again. On Saturday, we hiked Mosquito Mountain.
The next day, we given up all hopes of a hike. We woke up to a downpour.
But things cleared out by noon, so I decided there was plenty of time to run up Pleasant Pond Mountain.
The trail was a little wet from all of the rain…
The top was a little breezy and cool, and my feet were wet from the hike up.
We hung around up there anyway.
The views and the clearing clouds were unbelievable. The distant mountains were disappearing and appearing behind the moving clouds.
The air was damp and cold, the wind crisp and hard.
I could see another storm coming in, so we started down the mountain, making it back to the truck as the sky opened up, feeling triumphant about sneaking that quick hike in.