Well, a lesson in humility today.  I had this feeling when I had a bad nights sleep and a cautious drive up to Keene Valley that I should have stayed home.  The drive up was ok, but there was enough snow falling to make it interesting, and by the time I got to the Lake George area, it was mostly wet road... then 73 was dusted in snow.  I got my normal breakfast at Stewarts and found I couldn't really eat it.  Nerves I thought.

We get going a little late due to the roads, but surprisingly everyone was there.  We got to the gate in no time, switched to our snowshoes, and then started down lake road, over to the canyon bridge, and started on the west river trail to Wedge Brook.  About 1/2 way down the west river trail, I start to feel sick to my stomach.  It was more than just nerves, it was feeling like I was going to vomit and/or shit my pants every incline I faced.  I got to Wedge Brook and told my hiking companions to go on, I had to turn around, I'm just not feeling well.  

So, I turned around and headed back to the car.  I was literally more than half way to the peak, about 2.8 miles in, and 2 miles to go, but alas.  I am not sure if it was something I ate, nerves, the stress of the drive, or even possibly dehydration since I wasn't using my hydration bladder as I normally do, since it was supposed to be super cold and that would freeze right up.  The way I look at it though, I got nearly 6 miles and almost 3 hours of outdoor time.