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What is it about Rappahannock Peak? I never get tired of looking at it.
Every morning, when I get up, first thing, I look out the window at the Peak. It is comforting to see it standing there. I am reminded of the song, Blue Ridge, and the words, “Do you call to all your children like you’ve been calling me? Blue Ridge, why are you calling me home?”
Last week, a friend of mine, Joe King, and I climbed to the top of Rappahannock Peak. Joe and a friend of his had made an assault on the summit the previous week, but they wound up in Harris 'Hollow. It was probably my fault. I had told him to make a left turn at the end of the Jordan River Trail, and I guess I should have said make a sharp left turn.
He was never able to explain how he thought they were going to get to the top of the Peak by walking downhill for over an hour. But, that’s enough poking fun at Joe.
We had a wonderful hike. The view was nothing short of spectacular. Tb Joe’s credit, he pointed out a dozen different mountains, knobs and hollows. I knew most of them; the rest, I took his word for it. We took a lot of pictures. I snapped a few on my new Food Lion disposable, and Joe took 178 on his digital camera. Several of mine looked the same; 167 of Joe’s looked the same.
Going up the back ridge, it was windy and cold. I had three layers on, and gloves, and was glad of it. It warmed up in +he afternoon. As you are climbing the ridge, off to your right and sort of behind you, there are some beautiful views of Harris Hollow.
I always find the top of the Peak pretty amazing. It is almost park-like, with little undergrowth of spice bushes and green briars. Joe said it looked like somebody had used a weedeater the day before we’ got there.
We crawled out on a rock and had lunch. Ever the minimalist, I had two cans of potted meat, crackers, a granola bar and water. Ever the connoisseur, Joe had fried baloney sandwiches and some kind of power drink in a little tin can that had enough caffeine and sugar in it to gag a buzzard, not
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