A strange run. Thought I would explore
Satan's Kingdom north of Martinadale Rd in Bernardston since I'd heard there were a bunch of snowmobile trails there. Parked down by Rt. 10, took about 15 minutes to get up to the end of the road, part of it very muddy, then the trail going from there was pretty crappy, and after about 20 minutes I decided I just wasn't into it and I might as well head back. Stop for a bit. Decided I should explore a barely used snowmobile trail. It soon headed up a steep hill, didn't feel like doing that. Backtracked a bit, went off in another direction on another barely used trail. It soon looked to be heading seriously uphill. Didn't feel like doing that. Talked myself into at least going the 100 meters up to where the hill got steep, and lo and behold, there's a main snowmobile trail cutting across.
No idea where it goes, but have to check it out, heading west since it seems more likely I can conjure up a loop that way. It snakes through some dark hemlock forest and the footing is firm and perfect and my mood is just fine. Down across a stream, up a hillside, out into a sloping field and now I'm sinking in 6 inches on every step and my mood is deteriorating. Reach Huckle Hill Road, take a left, cruise down the dirt road for a while, take a left just before the golf course, look to my right and there's another main trail running parallel to the road. Hop on it, very cool again, very good footing, until it comes out in the valley bottom, fully exposed to the sun, and I'm back to sinking in 6 inches. So I get back to the road as soon as I can and finish the run there, almost doing the hour I set out to do.
Some days you just don't have it, but I'm glad I perservered.