Mount Greylock Sunrise Hike, Jan 24, 2004 – a memorable day in my adventure diary. All set to see the day’s first rays from Massachusetts’ highest peak, but I missed the sunrise by 20 minutes. It’s like arriving at a party just as they’re cutting the cake. Imagine this: -40 degrees at the top, winds roaring at 50 MPH. Felt like a scene from “Frozen: Extreme Hiker Edition.”
My gear was freezing rapidly, turning me into a human ice lolly. Thankfully, I found an emergency shelter, a paradise compared to the frosty outside.
Then, I tried heading north along the ridge, but the deep snow made it impossible. My feet were numb, and I was dreaming of snowshoes, a sled, and huskies.
After six hours and 10 miles, feeling like 100, I wrapped it up. But every cloud has a silver lining, right? The experience was incredible, and the photos are stunning.
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