No Scars

I've spent the last fews days in Lake Placid, taking part in our annual Assembly of Priests.  We've had wonderful talks from our presenter, Fr. Nicanor Austriaco, O.P., on the subject of of bio-medical ethics and end-of-life issues (which he has kept not only interesting, but downright inspirational).  But we've also had some time for some good priestly fraternity and Adirondack-style recreation.  Yesterday, Fr. Stitt and I spent the afternoon climbing Scarface Mountain in Ray Brook (between Saranac Lake and Lake Placid).  We made the 6.8 mile roundtrip to the summit and back--including the nearly vertical climb up a rather mossy and muddy rock face--but somehow managed to miss the side paths to the slides which give the mountain its name (but certainly not for lack of trying to find them).  A few views from our Tuesday afternoon climb...

Our destination from near the start of the trail 

You can see some the "scars" from here

The High Peaks as seen from near the top...since at the summit there really isn't any view