Growing up in Toronto, I had rarely ventured into nature. Didn’t pay much attention to the mountains until a family road trip into the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Oddly enough, despite becoming spellbound to mountains, I had never really explored the Adirondacks.
When my friend invited me along to go snowshoeing around Lake Placid over a long weekend in February, I leapt at the chance. Whilst staying at a cottage (or chalet) with a whole bunch of friendly folks, my friends and I ventured off to snowshoe up a variety of mountains in the Lake Placid area.
There’s something to be said about a very snowy horizon. It was pretty darn cold up on the mountains but it was so peaceful. Very few people around. By chance, I prevented a guy from crashing into a tree by grabbing his jacket. The conditions were quite icy and this guy just happened to be hiking down the mountain with his wife, when his boots (with the temporary crampons) slipped and he came running (or slipping) down the mountain path.
Aside from that bit of adrenaline, it was a pretty fun trek up and down the mountain. We ended up bum sliding all the way back down the mountain. Fun but painful on my tailbone.