In general, one can pretty much assume what kind of hike/climb/trek they’re going to have when they read the name of the trail they’ll be venturing along – at least within the States. In this case, we chose Old Misery Trail. Mmhm.
Sure, there are trails with names that aren’t descriptive in any way because they’re named after some dude who walked through the area some 300 years ago, someone’s favorite dog or horse, or some famous person who likely stopped to heed Mother Nature’s call. Case in point: Bob’s Hill.
Who was Bob? Was he a mountain man? Was he a prolific writer who used a pen name? Honestly, I haven’t a clue though it makes me curious…
Let’s start out with the conversation that led to our choice of hiking locales:
The Greekanese: You need to hike somewhere with more elevation.
T Smithers: Word. I want to hike somewhere with waterfalls or lakes or something pretty like that. Maybe up at Catoctin Mountain? There’s a state park just on the other side of it. What do you think?
The Greekanese: OK.
T Smithers: …
The Greekanese: Whatever you want to do.
T Smithers: You’re so helpful. (read that with all the sarcasm you can muster).
We drive up to the main parking area only to find out they’re having a Maple Syrup Festival. I’m sorry. Did I miss the memo that we joined Canada?
We turned around and hit the free little parking area just down the way above the frozen lake and across from Old Misery Trail. When we hit the path, it didn’t look quite so bad. A bit of a zig-zag pattern on the way up.
Yeah, well, I was wrong. It zigzags up (and I mean, up). While great for working out my legs – I yet again found myself sucking air wondering if it’s how old smokers feel when they walk down the driveway to get their mail. I was hoping to capture some images of the way it rolls up, but I can’t seem to capture depth that well on my camera (or I just lack the know-how, which is entirely possible).
Once we made it to flatter land, we made our way the next mile over to Cat Rock. It’s a fun little scramble, but not nearly as picturesque as Chimney Rock in Catoctin Mountain Park.
After scrambling around we decided it was imperative to check out Bob’s Hill. There were quite a few downed trees in the area after the last bout of winter storms that came through, not to mention the high wind we had just a few days back.
The south observation area looks out over a valley that is really quite pretty; it would have been even more beautiful had the cloud cover not rolled in.
It wasn’t an overly exciting hike photography-wise, but it was a good jaunt up through the hills.
And the next day, we had the white stuff again.
In next week’s post, you’ll be introduced to my favorite little human: Heathen! And yes, that’s the nickname I gave her.