What did I get for my birthday? Lemons. Okay, not exactly. I did squeeze myself through the rock formation known as the 'lemon squeezer'. This is a bit of New York ridge line rock that instead of being routed around or over one is routed into. There is a bypass for the faint at heart or to fat. Yes, I said to fat. With my pack I wanted to try it though I'm close go being to big for this narrow cleft of rock passage. I barely fit. I managed to get through the split in the mountain. Every opportunity like this is preparing the NoBo for what's a head.
My day began out with a little over night rain and a weekender wishing me happy birthday. His greeting spawned a chorus of similar greetings from other campers. One (as on one of the herd) brought down a Little Debbie's snack cake. Jade, Steady, and One sang. I danced. No candle to blow out.
The rain left some wetness around. It gave me a chance to try out the new kicks on wet rock without being in a bad spot. Yesterday as I got to NY 17a, I set down and no sooner had I pulled out my trail guide two cars pull over. That's fast and I didn't even hang my thumb out. The lady I spoke with asked me a few hiker questions on why I wanted to get into Campmor. She replied there was a shoes store in Warwick. Soon I was on my to renewed trail comfort but first a detour past the ice cream shop.
Where will I be next year is anyone's guess.