In lieu of wanting to not drive anywhere and explore the area around the mountain house, the four of us trekked out to the hill that looked like a truck runner from the mountain highways. As we climbed up and up and up where there seemed no respite, the landscape of mud and strong waterflow of the creek that was the path showed that it was not a truck runner. There were still tire tracks all the way up the mountain, but we figured more and more that it is most likely people mudding. Muriel had to turn back some ways up, and Doron, Will and I continued until we hit the ridgeline! I had a severe case of “just a little farther!” as the top of the mountain tempted me to keep exploring. We finally reached the top, though the trees were still too dense to see out. Here’s our journey!
See here, the Vagabond For Honey 