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Chasing the Ghost of Bob Marshall in the Adirondacks    Thus I have carried a little farther the fantastic pastime of record climbing, adding three to Malcolm’s total of eleven. Perhaps within a few weeks, surely as soon as a few more mountains in the vicinity of Mount Marcy have trails cut on them, someone will readily enough overtop my record. Certainly it is a mark which any reasonably vigorous person in good physical condition can equal if he tries it when there are long daylight hours. In fact, it would fit perfectly in a class with flagpole sitting and marathon dancing as an entirely useless type of record, made only to be broken, were it not that I had such a thoroughly glorious time out of the entire day. Robert Marshall, 1932 After hours of unsuccessfully trying to get some rest, getting up at 3:00AM was more of a relief than an imposition. My excitement, and the anticipation of the hike, made my sleep little more than lying in my tent wondering if it was time to ...