Note me cleverly blocking Mt. Mansfield, the higher peak in the background. Also note the attire. It was a balmy 42 degrees at the summit this morning… WITHOUT the wind chill. The guy without a shirt may suggest otherwise, but it was freakin cold. Also, I apparently only have one hand.
I had an encounter with a trailblazer today. Someone was actually painting the markings on the rocks on the Long Trail. From what she told me, it’s an involved process: the crevices in the rock make it really tough to paint, and it can take up to half an hour just to repaint one marking. And if you spill your paint, you’ve got a LONG hike back to get a new can.