Spent a pleasant afternoon at Franklin Gorge, the sport-climbing mecca of West Virginia (not quite). Can’t say it’s quite the same as peak-bagging, and I’m not really a bolt clipping sort of moose, but it was nice to get out of the house at least. I’m pictured below, with young Vegas heading up the classic 5.9+ Blood, sweat and chalk in the background.
Well, I’ve finally made it out of the house. Three weeks I’ve been in the United States now, and I’ve just been lazing around the house, staring out the windows. Apparently it’s winter over here – as evidenced by the large amounts of snow I’ve been seeing falling.
Anyway, we went to Whitegrass. A nice little cross country resort in the Canaan Valley in West Virginia. The trails go from 3200 ft to 4400 ft apparently – I think we camped close to 4400 ft. It was rather cold; I was glad for my fur.
The weather fortunately cleared for this portion of the trip. This was the view from Mt Colombia, near the High Moor campsite.
met a lovely young wombat while travelling with some kayakers. i believe his name was tyrone, although my memory is fading with time. quite ambitious and adventurous for his size.
..russell..
Well, after battling much adversity, and finally raising sufficient funds for the expedition, the team finally made it to the summit of Cobbler. The weather cleared for a luncheon on the summit, and we were all very pleased – certainly a peak worth bagging. I bagged another smaller summit on the way home.
