Vicky took us over the flanks of the reservoir, through the
steaming forest, up to a sandy ridge and on to a view of distant Hope. We pursued Hope and our hopes were fulfilled,
with both beer and ice cream in Castleton.
Moving on from that welcome calorie infusion, we head backed and soon
abandoned Hope, but weren’t completely hopeless, which was just as well, since
getting back through the slippery woods felt more like skiing at some points...
we made it, though.
No comments:
Post a Comment