Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Part 4, Coney Mountain In The Horseshoe Lake Wild Forest

We'd reached the peak of Coney Mountain with its 360 degree views out over the Adirondack Mountains. The day was perfect - clear and pleasant without being too hot or too chilly. There were no black flies out and I couldn't have asked for more. That's Tupper Lake in the distance and, just to the left of it, a small section of Route 30 is visible. The dogs stood on the rocky promontory and looked out over the wondrous view:

And then I lay down to gaze up at the clouds drifting by, listen to the birds and feel the light breeze. The dogs joined me. They too were happy to take a rest. This was, after all, our second hike of the morning:

Clover got bored and went exploring while I continued to rest:

I shot a photo of my own ugly (but happy) mug and then got up to explore the summit:

C'mon, Seamus and Fergus. Get up and let's go exploring:

Daphne had already positioned herself as Queen Of Coney Mountain:

The dogs and I walked in a big circle, checking out the summit and looking at the views in every direction:

Clover was fascinated with the views. I think dogs understand much more than we give them credit for:

But of course the time soon came to descend. I saw a different trail leading the down the mountain and decided it must be a shortcut:

I stopped along the way to say "Howdy" to this handsome American Toad:

And then the trail became so exceedingly steep that I took no more photos at all until we reached flat land just before we arrived at highway. It turns out that I was on the OLD trail which was quite steep and even treacherous in places. That's why they'd built the new trail. But once we were on our way downhill, I certainly wasn't going to climb back up and start again. I took this photo of Clover just before we hit the highway at a place only about 50 feet south of where I'd parked on the shoulder of the road:

1 comment:

  1. Thank you. I feel like I went on the hike with you and the dogs. Reminds me I've got to get about moving around in the wilderness myself.

    Agape, Daniel