Susquehanna Valley
At the far side of the bridge, the road and the traintrack, the hillside said 'wake up' in so many ways. Not only was I sipping my way through the pounding head, but the climb was one of those no-nonsense, let's get up the ridgeline with as few blazes as possible, kind of trail routing. Was this trail club saving money on paint, so the shortest distance from river to hilltop would make the most sense? Were they sensitive to too many steps up a hillside? Wasted trail miles? Whatever the reason, yet another wakeup call -- big climb. Model T just joined me at the rail crossing. Going to have to find water to nurse this head. Going up?
Once the climb was over, we found ourselves above the smog layer. Upper 90s. Humid. Total ick.