I took the “easy way” blue trail around the climb, after the Lemon Squeezer. I was so tired. So tired. It was over 90 degrees, and I had already gotten lost and added two miles to my, already challenging day.
I had been climbing up and over ROCKS all day. My brain said, “Don’t do it Doug. If you skip those white blazes, you will regret it!” My legs said, “Eff-it! Go left!”
I went left.
I’m an AT purist. I do the WHOLE trail. I miss no part. I should have known that taking that seductive blue piece of trail and going around instead of up, would not sit well in my psyche. It didn’t.
So I was back to fix my mistake. Should have know better.
Straight up with very little to hold on to. I took my pack off and made it on the fourth try! No. I didn’t fall three times. I just couldn’t figure it out!
I’m not a practiced scrambler.
Up and over I went, and THEN, back the easy way.