Regardless the zilch readership or viewership nor promotion of any kind, I delivered a poem to the inner city before leaving on this latest epic adventure, that included a promise I’d blog-post midway, reassurance I’m still alive and kicking to the handful of people that really truly care and whom I too care about, one or two in particular. Hypothermia nearly killed me but I survived and am positioned for an assault on the very trail I came all the way to far-upstate New York for, a great test of ability and devotion, next step up from the preceding trek up the hardest route on Mt. Washington. I’ll post a summit pic of that one, plus a few shots of this sprawling and staggering trip. I know it earns no money, but something somehow somewhere compels and impels and assures me that it will be absolutely and indelibly worthwhile. The weather has been an extreme obstacle thus far but again, I’m within striking distance and brimming with anticipation, and wish those one or two people were here with me. Solo though it seems it must be, but I hope I can draw you in, make you wanna do this sorta thing too, as it’s always gonna be more fun with two or more. Alas, here it is. And pardon the grave expression, cold and rain take their toll, plus these shots weren’t of the really fun stuff, just to document the journey for posterity.