Just the name itself says it all: MT MIST. It has an aura about it, one of a daunting trek with treacherous ridge lines and stream crossings. It suggests that it is shrouded in mystery and that only the keenest of hikers can find it.
Well, only the keenest of hikers do find it, the sign at least. It isn't because the summit is too dangerous to reach, but because if you aren't paying attention, you might just walk past it. Since the hardest part of our hike was such a funny peak along the AT, we had the chance of sleeping in and joking around. On the trail, we crafted a story (one that I dare say does not need repeating), by going down the line and adding a word. Somehow, the story went from two cannibal goats (they ate wool socks), to porn star slugs. How the two are related, we will never know.
December 23, 2011
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