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Over another ridge, and we came to the end of the trail - and the start of the road. Here the sign says it's 1 mile to the lookout - the same thing the erroneous sign said at the other end, so we can't really trust it. However, from the overlook, it took 50 minutes to get here, with one break, so it's probably not that far off. I'm thinking that when I come back, it might be easiest if I came down here, parked in an unused campsite, and went in from this end. Yes, there's a steep climb, but it's not all that long, and it would probably save time.
The road, sadly, is uphill - over a ridge, down almost to the beach, then uphill again to the trailhead. This turns out to be a 30-minute trudge (yes, it's no longer a hike, or even a walk; now it's a trudge) with one stop to rest at a picnic table where I could sit down.
And on packing up, I discovered I'd broken the point on my staff. It is a Scottish shooting stick, with a point on one end to drive into the ground, and an antler fork on the other end to use as a gun rest. Now, a staff is both a useful tool and an impediment. You have to carry it whether you're using it or not, but when you need both hands - e.g. to take pictures - you have to put it somewhere. Whatever you lean it against, it has a tendency to slide off, so, since this one is designed for it, I've taken to simply driving it into the ground next to me when I need both hands. Unfortunately, the Scottish moors are not the Adirondacks; on several occasions, there turned out to be bedrock an inch below the surface! Somewhere along the line, I'd bent over the point; now I have to fix it.
Finally, into the car and homeward. No energy to go into the hamlet of Cranberry Lake and look for ice cream! Just a stop at Seavey's corner for coffee and a couple of candy bars, then, once home, a detour past Burger King because I don't feel much like standing up and cooking! Then home, to the couch, and let my legs relax while I watch football!
The road, sadly, is uphill - over a ridge, down almost to the beach, then uphill again to the trailhead. This turns out to be a 30-minute trudge (yes, it's no longer a hike, or even a walk; now it's a trudge) with one stop to rest at a picnic table where I could sit down.
And on packing up, I discovered I'd broken the point on my staff. It is a Scottish shooting stick, with a point on one end to drive into the ground, and an antler fork on the other end to use as a gun rest. Now, a staff is both a useful tool and an impediment. You have to carry it whether you're using it or not, but when you need both hands - e.g. to take pictures - you have to put it somewhere. Whatever you lean it against, it has a tendency to slide off, so, since this one is designed for it, I've taken to simply driving it into the ground next to me when I need both hands. Unfortunately, the Scottish moors are not the Adirondacks; on several occasions, there turned out to be bedrock an inch below the surface! Somewhere along the line, I'd bent over the point; now I have to fix it.
Finally, into the car and homeward. No energy to go into the hamlet of Cranberry Lake and look for ice cream! Just a stop at Seavey's corner for coffee and a couple of candy bars, then, once home, a detour past Burger King because I don't feel much like standing up and cooking! Then home, to the couch, and let my legs relax while I watch football!
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