I stopped in to see my brother Arnold and said, "You're not too busy this afternoon, are you?"
"Why?" he said. (Oh so suspicious!)
"Can't you just hear Streaked Mountain calling out to you? 'Climb me! Climb me!'"
So we headed out for a hike, taking Arnold's dog Bree with us.
This was my first hike of the spring, and I hadn't done Streaked Mountain in several years. I had forgotten that this is a trail that doesn't have any "flat" parts, and it took me awhile to catch my wind.
When you begin the hike, there is a sign (not quite in view from the road) that says that the trail is maintained by the students at Hebron Academy. As you hike, you will occasionally see arrows painted on the rocks telling you which way to go, but not as many or as consistent as you find on trails on the Appalachian Trail.
But that wasn't really a problem - while you're in the woods it's fairly obvious where to go, and then once you get out of the woods, you can see
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