Highpoints have low points. No, I am not talking about a geographical elevation, but rather something that makes them less than perfect, and therefore memorable. I am not one to complain; how can I, I get to climb the 50 state highpoints? However, I am going to pick two items that made my travels to Hoosier Hill, the highpoint in Indiana, not quite incredible.
The first is the let down when you drive up to the mountain, I mean hill, I mean cornfield. Sure, I highpoint is a highpoint, but Hoosier hill is still pretty darn lame. To make matters worse, everyone around Richmond, Indiana that I talked to knows this. So there I am, trying to sound at least somewhat important, and I keep getting met with, “Ha, ha, you must be some climber!” and “Wow, you went all the way up Hoosier Hill!” People from Indiana have a very peculiar sense of humor I now realize.
The second part of this sob story is that it rained part of the time while I was up, well, barely up there. Sure, sure, I know, it didn’t rain all the time so shut up. I guess you are right, but I would have still liked sunshine, rather than mud and humidity of about 137%.
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