Cobble Hill is located in Lake Placid, not too far from the school where I work...we drove around for awhile looking for the right place to park, and then just picked one...there seem to be about a dozen criss-crossing trails that all lead upwards after approaching the hill.
It's pretty easy to climb until the very end, when it gets astoundingly steep...Ben and I were scrabbling up the last 100 yards on out hands and knees...at the top, we stopped to rest on a hugely cushy bed of moss...
We found the geocache quite quickly (there's a little toad living in the geocache's hiding spot, he watched me grab the cache, and return it later, without moving or reacting in the slightest), logged, traded, and took the trophy picture for eternal glory...
Although it was the perfect temperature up top, with just a touch of wind to dry and cool our sweat, you can see the clouds starting to roll in...
This is a shot of Lake Placid in the background, and the somewhat extreme rockface climb that Ben and I made...we found a slightly easier way down once we had the perspective gained from the summit, but there were some scary moments...
Ben sitting on the mossy bed scarfing raisins to reload on energy for the climb down...
More raisins...this was a 3 box (the tiny box) hike...along with a granola bar and about a quart of water going up and down...
You can see how steep the summit of the hill is looking down past Ben...
On the way down, Ben and I found a trail along the side of the rockface that was slightly less scary, although we both slid down parts on our butts...Ben was very brave, and stopped here to show off the rockface we climbed on the way up...
We stopped a couple of times on the way down, to eat more raisins and rehydrate...he was getting tired, but was excited for Lunch at "Tail of the Pup", a barbecue place in Raybrook where they do hot-dogs and corn on the cob exactly the way that he likes them (and they do a super pulled pork supper as well, that I often have...as I did today)...
When we got there, we were surrounded by dozens of bikers enjoying a ride en masse through the mountains...gave, and received, our orders (including orange cream soda for Ben), and were additionally treated to...wait for it...remember, barbecue and bikers and... wait for it...
A jazz quartet noodling around on stage in a perfectly pleasant lounge-lizard mode. Ben was table-dancing while eating his corn and dog, bopping and humming and conducting with his corncob...
All in all, a great morning...we returned home, where we retired to the downstairs to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (with Johnny Depp and the exquisite Oompa Loompas) while Ben worked his way through 1.5 PB&Js, an apple, and a couple of glasses of milk...he must have had a calorie deficit leftover from the hike...
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What a lucky boy sharing so many adventures with your Dad....but just curious, where was Mom???
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