Mary Lamb
As weary hikers scramble the final few feet of rock-covered Mount Marcy, breathless and sweat-coated, Mary Lamb is a cheerful beacon, as welcoming as the panoramic views awaiting them.
“Hi! How are you?” she asks with a wave before they even put down their packs. “You made it! Did you have a good hike up?”
“Have a snack and have a drink and I’ll come back and take a group photo!”
And she does. Couples, groups of out-of-towners, a guy with his dog. They hand the khaki-clad Lamb their phones, choose
