I remember well the circumstances surrounding this picture. I was on a two-day trip, my only overnighter with the PHS Hiking Club. I believe it was early November, and this was the second day of the trip. We'd had unseasonably cold weather the night before, as it got down to around 15 degrees Fahrenheit. I slept terribly. We'd hiked Marcy the previous day, and only the four of us in this picture (me, Maggie Bordeau, Mr. Armstrong, and Chris Mazur) felt up to hiking Phelps. The weather was cold but clear until we got near the peak, at which point it started blizzarding and there was minimal visibility. It was a bit of a struggle, but I enjoyed every minute.

(This image was scanned from my 1991 Plattsburgh High School yearbook.)

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