For the past several months, Arm and myself have been planning the adventure of a lifetime. We wanted to summit Jerimoth Hill (812 feet, 247M), the mightiest peak in all of Rhode Island, but we also decided to do it in a more challenging manner than most. We discussed everything from riding 1880 circa bicycles to the top, to bushwhacking to the summit from "The Foxy Lady", but we decided on doing something even more challenging.... We were going to summit in WINTER...( insert scary theme music here). 
Hey about some music from the Snow Miser
So yesterday, We trained for minutes and spent at least several dozen seconds planning this expedition. We marked our calendars and before the ink could even dry, we were on our way to this far, far away realm called Rhode Island...
As we were traveling to this strange land, we realized that we had a problem with our plan. We had no Sherpa to guide us! We contemplated giving up on our quest to summit this colossal peak, when Arm came up with a fantastic idea. He decided to call one of the legendary figures from that exotic place and ask for help in fulfilling our hour long dream, and now we had a Sherpa, and his name was Swamp...
We could see the majestic tower rising several dozen feet above the asphalt terrain, as we approached base camp. Several seconds later we arrived at base camp only to find our guide, Swamp, ready to go. He arrived about 20 minutes ahead of us so he could acclimate for the summit approach. We all acclimated together for another 5 minutes, geared up, then were off to summit the Highest Point in this mysterious state called Rhode Island... And this map proves it's an Island!
We carried full winter gear, including rope, harness, ice screws, pulleys, pickets, ice axes, shovel, cans of Spam, sleeping bag, bivy sack, prayer flags, snowshoes, crampons, windshield ice scraper, stove, and even wands just in case the weather turned for the worse and we had to find our way back…
After an exhausting 6 minute climb across the rocky route, (otherwise known as a marble gravel path), we reached the Summit with lots of high 5’s, pictures, and shouts of joy!
We were so pleased with our “Low Altitude” expedition, after departing base camp we headed out to another, the High Point of Connecticut, Mt Frissell…
Hey about some music from the Snow Miser So yesterday, We trained for minutes and spent at least several dozen seconds planning this expedition. We marked our calendars and before the ink could even dry, we were on our way to this far, far away realm called Rhode Island...
As we were traveling to this strange land, we realized that we had a problem with our plan. We had no Sherpa to guide us! We contemplated giving up on our quest to summit this colossal peak, when Arm came up with a fantastic idea. He decided to call one of the legendary figures from that exotic place and ask for help in fulfilling our hour long dream, and now we had a Sherpa, and his name was Swamp...
We could see the majestic tower rising several dozen feet above the asphalt terrain, as we approached base camp. Several seconds later we arrived at base camp only to find our guide, Swamp, ready to go. He arrived about 20 minutes ahead of us so he could acclimate for the summit approach. We all acclimated together for another 5 minutes, geared up, then were off to summit the Highest Point in this mysterious state called Rhode Island... And this map proves it's an Island!
We carried full winter gear, including rope, harness, ice screws, pulleys, pickets, ice axes, shovel, cans of Spam, sleeping bag, bivy sack, prayer flags, snowshoes, crampons, windshield ice scraper, stove, and even wands just in case the weather turned for the worse and we had to find our way back…
After an exhausting 6 minute climb across the rocky route, (otherwise known as a marble gravel path), we reached the Summit with lots of high 5’s, pictures, and shouts of joy!
We were so pleased with our “Low Altitude” expedition, after departing base camp we headed out to another, the High Point of Connecticut, Mt Frissell…
