No, I’ve never heard of it either. This small peak in Central Vermont is not on anyone’s peak-bagger list, or on any long-distance trail. But when I was looking through the guidebook of dayhikes in Vermont, this one stuck out as an interesting new place to visit.
Far outside Randolph Vermont, at the end of the very last road, I crept my car up an increasingly sketchy one-lane dirt road, skirting the larger boulders and deepest ruts as best I could. Finally I found spot where I could park in a small patch of grass, and set out on foot up the road.
The road soon turned worse… and yet, despite the remoteness of the location, I encountered a high-strung pickup truck inching its way down the track, scraping each mound of boulders as it passed by.
After twenty minutes of climbing I reached the height of land, where I turned right to follow an older two-rut track along the ridgeline. It was sunny and cool, with a light breeze blowing through the trees. I passed a derelict truck – confirming my choice to park far back along the road.
Soon I emerged into a small clearing with a fine view to the west.
The summit itself was not far beyond, but is unremarkable. The highlight of this peak is not in the destination, but in the process of getting there.
Gallery on SmugMug.