The mountain I ran today had a nice well-used trail, and then a small path that went straight up the mountain. I had to know where it went and it seemed to go a ways on Google Maps.
I took it past an old graveyard with two or three headstones, one from someone who died at 21 years of age in 1869. Wow.
Then straight up the mountain. And I mean relentlessly straight up. It was brutal. 1.3 miles in, just as it started to get interesting, I hit private property and had to turn around. What was that about?
The run up was cloudy and grey (below). Then the sun came out and the clouds/fog scattered (above).
Word of advice, run trails. Not paths made for gas pipeline layers.