I am a member of the Highpointers Club, a group of erstwhile eccentrics and obsessives who share the goal of climbing, hiking, driving, or otherwise celebrating the highest points in a given geographic entity, be it county, state, or country.


These pages record my halting endeavors to climb to the highest point in each of the fifty states, which I can attest is a fine way to see the country, meet fascinating folk, strengthen mind and body, and fritter disheartening sums of money on rental cars, hiking gear, and watermelon (more about watermelon on the Vermont page).

This link takes you to the official website of the Highpointers Club; the Guide is a good place to start. I also recommend this interactive topo map by David Kelly, the best (really, the only) resource of its kind.

As for me, I began my highpointing quest shortly before my 40th birthday, when, after a really nasty case of shingles, I decided that I wanted to climb Katahdin, in Maine, to pay homage to my adolescent literary hero, Henry David Thoreau. Surviving shingles, like any serious malady, will convince you that there is no better time to do anything like the present, tempus fugit, etc. Trouble is, my birthday falls in one of the cooler months, and you don't climb Katahdin in one of the cooler months unless you have the proper winter gear and knowl how to use it.

While researching Katahdin I discovered the highpointing avocation, and in lieu of Katahdin's Knife Edge, which I saved for another day, I decided to make my first official highpointing trip to Mount Frissell, in my adopted home state of Connecticut. Thus follows a quest rich in obsession, physical exhaustion, financial degredation, and, for my family and friends, no small amount of forbearance, for which I am very grateful.

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