March 6, 2017
“Wouldn’t it be romantic to eat breakfast on top of Shuckstack Mountain this morning?” Jay’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Well, okay,” I agreed. Quickly we packed up our campsite and set off up the trail. Ten minutes into the hike, I realized I had given my approval to climbing a mountain before breakfast! What was I thinking?
Deep fog shrouded the landscape. Jay became a dim black shape on the trail ahead of me. Would the trail break out of the obscuring water vapor in time for a view? I kept climbing, accompanied by the grumbles of an unromantic stomach.
When we finally reached the fire tower on Shuckstack, a fiercely howling icy wind tore mist shrouded clouds off the top of the mountain, revealing 360 degrees of – more mountains! What a view, but way too cold and uncomfortable for breakfast! We took a few quick looks, then fled down and around to the lee of the ridge, until we found a comfortable log to perch on while we hungrily consumed breakfast and lunch all in one meal!