Bagging the Adirondack 46ers: Part I

When I was eleven, I hiked my first Adirondack High Peak with Dad. I have vague recollections of the experience, including a carsick induced haze from crossing the Appalachian Gap, tromping across crunchy autumn leaves, and seemingly endless rocks, roots, and slabs. Since my parents’ divorce three years earlier, Dad had been making regular journeys from ......

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