|Hike Name:||Snowy Mountain - Adirondack State Park|
|Trip Date:||August 11, 2004|
|Trip Weather:||Cloudy, Fog|
|Trip Temperature:||High: 41-50, Low: 31-40 degrees Fahrenheit|
|Trip Report:||Angela (my future fiancee, at that point) and I had headed to New York from Maryland with only the intention of visiting my alma mater in Ithaca. After doing what we had to do there, we were at a loss as to where to go next. We hit upon the Adirondacks as a potentially interesting destination, thus starting our obsession with that vast wilderness which we hope to more fully explore one day.
We drove from Ithaca to the lower Adirondacks (near Indian Lake) on a series of small and windy roads similar to those that dot the backwoods of probably every state, and reached our randomly picked destination of Snowy Mountain on a dreary, rainy, and thunder-wracked night, which we spent in our rented hot-red Pontiac Vibe in the parking lot of the Adirondack Museum. If you're reading this, and if you get the chance, try to visit the museum. If nothing else, snap a picture of yourself sitting in the huge, rough-hewn wooden chair in front of the museum.
The next morning dawned foggy but without immediate precipitation, so we decided to go for the summit. The first couple of miles were tame, for the Adirondacks, with a few east stream crossings, but by the time the last mile rolled around, we were cursing the old, worn-out sneakers we were wearing. The rain of the previous night had made the stone slabs and loose rock beds that we had to traverse slick and dangerous stretches just begging to produce twisted ankles, but with some mutual coaxing, Angela and I made it past this area and onto the summit. We saw and conquered the fire tower, and returned the sometimes precipitous way we came, thus starting our love of the Adirondacks.