Well the weather on the computer for Lake Placid didn’t look too bad, so we decided to attempt to climb Mount Marcy.
The rain last Friday should have been gone by mid-morning, and it was. By the time George and I reached Saratoga, the sky had cleared and the sun was shining.
Great! We’re going to get an Adirondack hike in at last.
Friday afternoon looked good and Saturday’s forecast called for lots of sun in the High Peaks. Sunday’s weather could have been a little wet, but we’d be hiking out and could change into dry clothes once at the car, if we had to.
As we drove north on Interstate-87 – somewhere in the area of Schroon Lake – we saw some white on one of the peaks in the distance.
“Could that be snow?” George asked.
“I don’t think so,” I replied. “It’s probably the sun reflecting off the rocks on one of the slides.”
It wasn’t a reflection, though. As we left the Northway and started up Route 73, there were snow flurries in the air. By the time we reached Chapel Pond, the trees were coated with frost and snow, and a layer of white stuff covered Giant Mountain. We had just driven into a different world.
Once at Lake Placid, we stopped at the High Peaks Cyclery. They seem to have lots of knowledge and some of the best hiking and climbing equipment available. George bought a High Peaks Trail Guide and the new map.
When the clerk rang it up, he asked, “Where you guys heading?”
I explained we were going as far as Marcy Dam on Friday night. We planned to hike over Mount Marcy and down to Lake Colden to spend the next night, then hike out Sunday.