Promise

Giant's Nubble, Adirondacks, NY. Winter was giving way on this morning in March, starting cold but becoming comfortable a couple hours after sunrise, as March mornings do. I had climbed from Roaring Brook Falls through the woods in snow with consistency, grainy and wet with the recent rising temperatures. I came to The Nubble, an open outcrop on Giant Mountain, providing numerous views to Noonmark, the Dix Range, and the Great Range to the right, with Mount Marcy's snow cap peeking through a notch. Once out of the woods I gladly removed snowshoes to wander around with a bit more ease, looking for views across the valley. The icy ledges directly across from me are above Chapel Pond, in a narrow defile too deep to be seen from Giant. Somehow I find promise here. Maybe it is the naked rock I was on, juxtaposed against the snowpack south of me, telling me there were cracks in the grip of winter. Maybe it was the red buds on the hardwoods, or maybe it was the warmth of the sun at an early hour. Maybe it's that I was the man who saw something here when I took this a few years ago. We change: hope teases, promise wanes. I don't know if I'd see something here today. Maybe I can get back to that man.

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Giant's Nubble, Adirondacks, NY. Winter was giving way on this morning in March, starting cold but becoming comfortable a couple hours after sunrise, as March mornings do. I had climbed from Roaring Brook Falls through the woods in snow with consistency, grainy and wet with the recent rising temperatures. I came to The Nubble, an open outcrop on Giant Mountain, providing numerous views to Noonmark, the Dix Range, and the Great Range to the right, with Mount Marcy's snow cap peeking through a notch. Once out of the woods I gladly removed snowshoes to wander around with a bit more ease, looking for views across the valley. The icy ledges directly across from me are above Chapel Pond, in a narrow defile too deep to be seen from Giant. Somehow I find promise here. Maybe it is the naked rock I was on, juxtaposed against the snowpack south of me, telling me there were cracks in the grip of winter. Maybe it was the red buds on the hardwoods, or maybe it was the warmth of the sun at an early hour. Maybe it's that I was the man who saw something here when I took this a few years ago. We change: hope teases, promise wanes. I don't know if I'd see something here today. Maybe I can get back to that man.