Dad and Mom took us 4 kids on that trip back in nineteen-sixty-something. It was a 22 mile hike. (I remember crossing over a foot bridge with a polluted stream ...a paper mill.. it stunk when we threw rocks into it) We never got further than the lean to at panther gorge.
It was years later that I insisted we should climb it again. We did. Me, my sister and my wife climbed to the top of Mt Marcy and we dragged Dad along. It was the end of August. It started snowing at the peak. But Dad never climbed that last half mile. He was content to see us reach the top. He just smiled and said he had had enough.
I miss you dad.
Dad and Mom took us 4 kids on that trip back in nineteen-sixty-something. It was a 22 mile hike. (I remember crossing over a foot bridge with a polluted stream ...a paper mill.. it stunk when we threw rocks into it) We never got further than the lean to at panther gorge.
It was years later that I insisted we should climb it again. We did. Me, my sister and my wife climbed to the top of Mt Marcy and we dragged Dad along. It was the end of August. It started snowing at the peak. But Dad never climbed that last half mile. He was content to see us reach the top. He just smiled and said he had had enough.
I miss you dad.
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