I Graced the Summit of Hawksbill … Again

The freakish summer-like weather having come in early March, I started off this season of hiking with my usual warm-up hike, Hawksbill Mountain. Yes, the same one Ginger mentioned in October, though this time Ginger and another friend wussed out–but I’d met a new friend the previous night, Olga, who was as determined to go as I.

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The rocks fail to remind me of raptor beaks.

Typically, even though Olga would have been as happy as I to see snakes, bears, or salamanders–and it’s not often I find a traveling companion who shares my lack of ick factor–nary a one showed its furry or scaly hide. A bunch of whitetail deer, a pretty relaxed crow, some Brown Thrashers, a Hairy or Downy Woodpecker (too far to tell–odds would be that it’s a downy, but it looked a little bigger and Olga thought it had a bill more like a hairy), an Eastern Phoebe, and the ubiquitous Junkos were all that were in evidence. Oh, a squirrel and a couple of chipmunks. Whee.

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Fortunately, the Not Global Warming, Nuh-Uh! had cleared off the ice except in crevasses like this.

Still, it was nice to be in the mountains again, and given that it was in the mid-sixties, the wind was blowing, and it was threatening to rain, the conditions weren’t too different from a couple of hikes I had in Dominica…but of course everything else was.

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Olga Was Here

Her lack of ick came in handy when we discovered these little black things all over the rocks we were sitting on as we ate lunch:

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Little. Black. Different. Like 3mm and slowly crawling at random. I guess rock lice. *Shrug*

Afterward, discretion being the better part of valor and cowardice the better part of discretion, we valiantly chickened out of what turned out not to be a very scary rainshower and headed down to Missy’s place to pet Sam, Jack, and Tillie (Gertie wasn’t having it, ‘cuz it was that time of year, if you know what I mean). After giving Bruce a chance to demonstrate just how surly and reclusive he utterly fails to be, we headed back to the shores of the Potomac.

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