I puked my guts out on Thursday night. I have no idea why, though I suppose it must have been the pizza I had eaten a few hours before. I hadn’t had a chance to put a blog post together, and I sure as heck wasn’t feeling like it afterward. I went right to bed. Took the day off on Friday, too. I probably would have been fine to make it to work, but what the heck, I’ve got plenty of sick-days left to use. I don’t think I used more than one last year.
So hopefully my buddy Anthony will show up at my house in the morning to go hiking. He told me a few times this week that he was good to go, but we never actually confirmed anything – I don’t know that he knows where I live. I was expecting to hear from him this evening, but didn’t. I sent him a text at about 10:30 or so, then found out he doesn’t have text messaging (wtf??), so I left him a voicemail and sent him an email. We’ll see if he shows. That’s going to make waking up a bit harder for me – it’s never easy for me to wake up at 5:30, but if I know someone else is expecting me, I can usually do it.
So if Anthony shows in the morning, I figure I’ll take him to hike the Wittenberg:
If he’s up to it, maybe we’ll hike Cornell Mountain as well. If Anthony doesn’t show, I think there’s a good chance I’ll just go back to bed. I was looking at my maps of the high peaks in the Adirondacks, and NONE of them look like easy hikes. It looks like most of them will be wicked long hikes – and as I’ve said before, probably only worth the drive if I’m going to bag at least two or three peaks in a day. Which means more planning, said planning to include buying a tent and other preparations for a weekend in the woods.