Our hike up to the top of Rich Mountain was the last trail we trekked while living in Boone. It was slightly chilly. The sky was gray with a threat of rain or possibly, ugh, snow. But the previous snow that lingered around for days and days had us suffering from cabin fever. With raincoats in tow, we hopped on The Loop, covered the same ground of the MST as our hike to Trout Lake, but after our brush of danger at the ladder, we turned left.
The carriage trail on this side of the mountain gave us the impression we were walking down a deserted road in the middle of no where. There were no other hikers to smile at and wave to. There was not really much to see other then trees. (Boy, I hope this gets better, I kept thinking.) We continued putting one foot in front of the other and finally came to a clearing with an awesome tree.
(Okay. I cheated here. I wasn’t actually sitting on the tree, because if I did attempt to, the branch would have definitely broken off and been sitting on the ground beside the tree. And I don’t want to be known as the girl that broke the huge limb off of the awesome tree on Rich Mountain.)
We could see the summit from the sign, and the air was steadily turning colder, so we hiked the carriage trail quickly to catch a glimpse of the views from the top.
This carriage trail eventually winds in a spiral to the top, so after about the third time of practically walking in a circle, then calculating how many more time we would have to walk in a circle to reach the top, we took the well traveled foot path.
At the top was an absolutely beautiful, perfect picnic area, if it were summer time. We stayed at the top long enough to take a few photos and eat a banana, as the temperature continued to drop, and my eyelashes began to freeze together.
Wearing every article of clothing we could find in our packs, we quickly hiked home, just before the snow showers began, again.
(This post was originally published on our sticks or stones blog, which is no longer in publication.)