October 5, 1983
How the Noonday Trail got its name is a matter of conjecture, but one of our group was willing to hazard a guess. She thought that the trail went straight up, just like the hands of a clock at noonday. An exaggeration, of course. But maybe not if it had been named the “Ten-past-two Trail”. On the way up two of the mines were explored in depth by a few of the more adventuresome, using headlamps to pierce the stygian gloom beyond the first turn.
Fast hikers all, we overshot the planned lunch spot and found a nicer one a mile or so beyond. It was above the cloud layer and so provided the welcome though muted warmth of the October sun. As we started down the clouds evaporated, providing a view of the Mt. Fairview lookout tower across the valley.
Normally hikers fall silent on steep trails, since talking and panting don’t mix. Not so with this group! By the time we arrived back at the cars, all of us had shared experiences of mutual interest. Norm’s recountings of his travels and travails in Russia, including climbing Europe’s highest mountain in the Caucasus range and being in Moscow when the KAL 007 shootdown flap hit the fan definitely took center stage.
Those enjoying the satisfaction of making it up the 15 to 30% grade on a crisp day in early Fall were Elliot Aronin, Norman Benton, John Cecil, John Jacobsen, Sally Jobes, Joan Keigher, Martha Mitchell, June Wallace, and leader Bob Devine.