26-May-2000 -- Trying to do anything in Vermont in mud season
is pure folly, especially hiking into the woods into unknown territory. We
drove south from my place via a series of roads that almost-but-not-quite
went where we wanted to be going. We corrected our course often. We
drove by people recreating over and over again. Finally we thought we had
reached the closest we would get by car, parked, and set out on foot.
There was a logging road going loosely in our direction. We pushed on.
The sky got cloudy. We persevered. We saw what looked to be fairly recent
moose tracks. We continued, ever watchful.
At some point the road tapered out and was replaced by a swamp. We
were still a bit off from our goal and hopped from grass tuft to grass tuft
hoping that that underlying water wasn't too deep. At last, like an oasis in
the .. um .. swamp. We saw the confluence -- a rock jutting up from the
otherwise non-solid ground around us. We clamored on it and took some
pictures. We headed back. "Umm, do you rememeber the
coordinates of the car?"