Is there a better way to spend a day than stepping off the back porch (hearing the screen door bang satisfyingly behind you), heading down the trail with a pack full of strawberries and sandwiches, and then scrambling up a mountain?
Apart from spending the day in bed (or on that back porch) with a book, I can’t think of a finer way to start the weekend. My excursion was up Buck Mountain, a nice 11,900+ foot mountain that peers down majestically over my backyard. (My house, by the way, is at 6,500 feet or so, making scaling Buck not exactly a walk in the park.)
And so, of course, I have photos for you. Enjoy!