Aside - as a native Kansan, I use the term hill deliberately. Any incline that I saw growing up would be considered a "hill". A hill in Vermont would be considered a mountain in Kansas. In fact, the biggest "hills" that we used to go sledding on were huge piles of trash covered in dirt (and eventually grass). Thus when I say "hill", I mean "HILL". Native Vermonters talk about out-of-staters from Massachusetts as flat-landers, but I suppose they might fling that epithet at me, too.
So I set off. I walked the half-mile across town to the base of the park and started up. As I was climbing, I realized just how much exercise I was getting. I also remembered that I was from KANSAS and soon realized that maybe I shouldn't have worn long underwear, 3 upper layers and my big coat. Don't get me wrong - it was cold. But climbing mount Hubbard was really taking it out of me. Fortunately I soon surpassed the worst of it. This hill was more like a plateau, where the steepest part is at the beginning.
My destination was a tower that sits atop the highest point of the hill. The steep part was on a road that had been plowed, but I had additional challenges ahead. As it turns out, the path to the tower had not been plowed, and was sitting in about half a foot of snow. (another aside - I must apologize to my friends in Kansas. I know a half foot of snow must sound like absolutely nothing to you right now). Still, as I walked, I began to understand that the other footprints that I was following were all made by snowshoes and cross-country skis. It was snowing and I was attempting to go hiking. How was this a good idea?
Okay, I'll cut to the chase. I finally made it to the top of the hill, and climbed the tower. It was a fairly tall tower that provided a very nice view of the city. The only problem was that it was snowing. And I didn't have my camera. Darn, I guess I'll have to climb it again tomorrow so my blog followers can see the full beauty of it.
I can't wait.
Dig it man! Nice post. Can't wait for pictures!
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