Memories of Mount Marcy

Paul recently tackled Mount Marcy in NY, and it’s sparked some memories for me. We’ve conquered this mountain in winter before—twice, actually.

One such adventure began with us setting up camp at a lean-to and warming up on a smaller peak. I ended up drenched from a toboggan ride, narrowly escaping hypothermia thanks to some homemade potato soup back at camp.

Skinning up Mount Marcy was a marathon; it’s one of the Northeast’s longer ascents. I aimed to summit and reconnect with my spirit, the wind. A moment of panic hit when poor visibility separated us, but our calls eventually reunited us.

The descent was terrifying, with the narrow trail leaving no room for error. It was a relief to finally exit the trail, exhausted but alive. We celebrated with pizza in Lake Placid—a memory likely forgotten if Paul hadn’t been by my side. Memories like these are cherished, especially when shared with a good friend like Paul. For photos of our trip, Click Here.