Rusk

Rusk

4.1 miles

We got up very late and didn’t make it out until 1. As we were driving up Spruceton, I said to Deb, “There’s no way we’re gonna get a spot. We should’ve gotten out earlier.” However, we nabbed the last spot in the second lot. I’ve so missed the frequent blessings I seem to predominantly experience in the outdoors.

We picked up the herd path and I think this was the easiest time I’ve ever had getting up Rusk. Usually, it feels like a slog, but today I felt incredibly efficient. The trails were damp, but we had sufficient traction on the way up. On the way down the damp leaves and loose rocks got kind of slippery. Deb definitely slid on her butt a couple of times. Aside from that, there were no bugs and perfect temperatures.

Something worth noting is that the stream is flowing pretty heavily, but there are enough rocks peaking through to have a place to step. I’d recommend hiking poles, though, if it’s not a common practice for you to bring them.

The leaves on the ground became denser and more colorful as we climbed. It kind of reminded me of nursery school when the teachers would have us put crayons through a pencil sharpener and then iron the multicolor shavings onto paper.

I think the most informative part of this post is the review of the Captain Lawrence Super Duper Friends hazy triple IPA. The description sounded so promising: 10% abv, hazy, citra hops, but the aftertaste was soo bitter. One of the photos shows my face right after I had a sip. It’s a genuine candid shot, not me trying to be silly. That should give you some perspective. (Not posted, the pic of me dumping it out.)