Later on, after wringing out my socks and icing my hammies, I was texted the above photo and looked at Rob, shaking my ‘fro from side to side: “Man. Who the hell wears a dashiki t-shirt on a lethal, boulder-scrambling hike?”
I’d have to say the biggest draw of hiking Old Rag is the views. Then I’d have to laugh at our good fortune of hiking on the soupiest, foggiest day I’ve ever seen. See for yourself.
Sancerre, Allagash White, Bellavitano, and some local salami.
Good hustle, guys, good hustle.