I grew up in Monson. Peaked Mountain was the first real mountain I ever climbed. My father took my brother and me there when I was 12 (that would have been 1965). In those days, the trees to the west had not grown so high and one had an unobstructed view of the Connecticut River Vally. I now live in California but every time I go home, I usually climb good, old Peaked Mountain.
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