My Frabjous Journey to Cardigan

As you first arrive at Cardigan you'll see the AMC lodge, a pale grey wooden building, with dark metal roofing. The road you drive in on is a brown, gravelly dirt road. There's a large hill to the side of the road, and at the base of it, is where we do group activities, and up the hill there are a few deep blue solar panels on it. This is where we met our guides, who took us to places like the cellar hole; an old ranch house that's old enough that only the cellar remains of it. Just a square ditch in the ground, ringed by rocks. The old, faded blue car, falling apart on the top of a hill, which was a former ski site. The old firetower, the only bit of shelter at the peak of Cardigan, is covered in signatures of the past hikers.

The real treat though was hiking through the woods, seeing the beautiful scenery, some of which only seemed to be known in fairytales. The variety of unique and interesting mushrooms, and the trees that seemed to burn, their falling leaves like embers. Don't be fooled into thinking that the summit of Cardigan, and it's neighbor Firescrew weren't something amazing either. The mystical feel of the secluded Firescrew peak, surrounded by fog, which cleared every once in a while so you could see the amazing views of the mountains, paled with blue in the distance. A bare rock summit, with small thickets of trees. It even had an alpine bog, which was a foggy gray, reflecting from the sky above. Cardigan was no small thing either, it hosted racing winds atop a bare rock summit, so fast you were afraid you might be blown off the mountain. The rock of the peak had small dips in the rock filled with water, being pushed down the mountain by gravity and the ferocious wind.