Hiking up Mt. Marcy

There are 46 high peaks in the Aidirondack mountain region in NY. Mt. Marcy is the king/queen/highest of them all. I had never really been "back-country" camping nor have I climbed either of the high peaks. This was my first time. So if I was going to do any or go at all..then why not go for the biggest one?

My friend and set up camp at Marcy Dam the first night.

On the way up..we freshened up in a stream leading to Indian falls. Mmmmm giardia.

Indian Falls.

We left around 8am and hiked up to the summit. The trail wasn't really difficult..I'd say anyone could do it. But I can't say it was exactly a piece of cake. I'm not terribly in shape but I enjoy a good hike so a few rest breaks were definitely welcomed.

The view was really wonderful. I felt so free!

We ended up getting back down around 7pm. The hike with our packs from the loj was around 2 miles..then the hike up to the summit from Marcy dam was around 5. So in total..around 14 miles round trip.

This is heart lake at the loj.

The second night we had to get away from the dam asap because there was an ironman going on and we had no idea. So basically if we stayed we wouldn't have been trapped there for an extra day due to blocked roads. So we were lucky to find this hidden little camping place at Lake Clear. Which we swam in in the morning..so lovely.

Hoooooly shit.

We encountered a few bears..haha

Midnight ramblings

This is a collection of a stream of consciousness...nothing too special..just ramblings and whatever came to mind.

I tug on my sweater, she says, she starts with a story that never ends. Stagnant. Discontiuned. No they don’t have that item on the shelf anymore..they’re sold out..or we never carried it. They say..she said..you are dealt cards it’s your choice how you play them. You thought you made that up yourself..you thought you were so clever..yeah well I know the real you. But I tug on my sweater and purse my lips and hold in whatever because I am polite.

Snow falls around her..she says..she tries to start again..but this time isn’t any better. It’s last year’s magazine..outdated..thoughts turned to mold in the dampness of that cavern. Where crystalline dreams used to be swarming the walls..the rocky ledges of the cliff. We decided to take the path that no one had ventured to take..with overgrown thistles and the big black beetles. But then past the blueberries and further beyond that pile of broken stones..broken..so many things broken. No glue..no crazy glue..she asked I said I didn’t know.

“now it’s like rolling in a field of daisies” she tried to explain..to start once more. Here..it’s like this..you think they’re lovely and they have such welcoming shining bright yellow faces but then once you lay your body upon their leaves and the weight of it hits the earthen floor you might land on a stone with a sharp edge and before you know it you are backstabbed…such misleading and tempting and lovely. And then you expose your spine and it drills its thorns into the depths of it all..and you are paralyzed.

Remember that man we saw in the snowy streets of boston. Remember your apartment. Remember your neglect. Remember it was actually fall now that I think of it. Oh..that explains it.

And you wonder what time..zone it is. What if it was too many years back that I can’t remember anymore. What if the tape got too far rewound that it broke itself. But maybe this was protection. It fucks with you. I really does. That’s the job of it all and the fun of it all and the ridiculously unexplainable. But not like time travel like that one time that we time travelled in your attic. Like memories time travel..like 20 thousand leagues under the depths of the unconscious. Like blanketed fleece, buried in a macramé built to last.

And then another..reminded me of the science of sleep. When the felt ships sailed upon paper waters and the pony broke its leg. And how could I forget the tree where we found that silver can and we laughed. I captured you as a ghost.

The Dog Days

I've been pretty busy this summer so far..went to a bunch of shows..did some travelling and visited tons of friends.

My friend and I started off the summer with graduation parties on long island and a road trip to Montauk. We visited the house from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

Beaches in Montauk and Wainscott

It was pretty foggy..

I also went to Governor's ball..which was really really awesome. It was a mini one day music festival on Governor's Island..featuring Reptar, a Passion Pit DJ set, Empire of the Sun, Pretty Lights and tons of other cool bands.

My friend on the ferry...dressed in vintage.

Meeting silly people in the crowds.

Another weekend my friend and I went hiking in Cold Spring on a part of the Appalaichain Trail. We found a survival kit on the way..

We also explored tons of ruins which lined the train..apparently from an old mining village. So pretty with overgrown vines and moss.

I walked the Walkway over the Hudson one overcast morning..

Free Andrew Bird show at Prospect Park..one of many concerts this summer..

Posing in front of an insanely adorable mushroom bouncy castle at the Rainbow City Exhibit near the High Line.

The Rainbow City Exhibit!

Erica and I's three tiered mad hatter tray at Alice's Tea Cup.

Me at Alice's.

Erica with her adorable bow at Alice's.

So that's been my summer so far..hope yours is going well!