Mount Philo is a regular destination for us. The state park is closed for the season, but the road and trail are open. We sometimes walk up the road, sometimes the trail. Most recently, we have walked the road halfway, then taken the 100+ stone stairs, then walked out to the vista. Today was a classic November scene, the Champlain Valley stretching north and south, the lake reaching across to the Adirondacks.
I have seen this view scores of times (hundreds?) and it never gets old. It changes every day. Bright green fields in spring. The lake blooming with white caps in summer. The glow of turning leaves in fall. The brown and white of winter. I am awed each time.
Yesterday and the day before we were up there with rain both days. Misty the first day, a little wetter the next day. Both times the vista was socked in. We could see shapes yesterday, but the day before we saw only clouds. So close to home and a fairly easy walk and we were walking in clouds. How can I not feel awe at that?
Soon we will be walking up there with snow and ice. We will wear micro-spikes if the way is too slick. We will bundle against the cold. We will see a different view, or we will see not view. Either way, we will keep going back.
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