This trip report brought to you by the letters N (for November) and S (for solo, solitude, spikes, sunshine)
The day dawned chilly, and though there were a few cars in the lot this time when I arrived, I basically had the hike to myself.
Just me and the sunlight, and the flowing water.
Well, there was the guy that came up upon me as I was at about 2500 feet. Oh. He didn't startle me. No chance of that. I could hear Jingle Jangle Jeffrey all the way up, with every move he made. He had a bear bell on his pack that moved and clanged with every move he made. Every step. Every time he swung his pack off and on to adjust layers, get a snack, etc. I took a super long break after leap frogging with him a few times and let him pass and get a sizeable lead. Problem solved.
I put the spikes on sooner than I had just a few days earlier b/c the runoff made for some tricky footing. It's a stream. It's a trail. It's a stream trail.
Hit the flats - and the views. Unlike the previous hike, the views were a tad farther than ten feet.
Also unlike the previous hike,
the weather was abnormally un-seasonal
I enjoyed my lunch with a north facing venue
And a south facing one
The zoomed-in Northeast vista wasn't too shabby either
All in all a stellar day. In stellar woods. With stellar views.