We departed around noon headed to Henderson Lake. We expected wind and it was in the low 20s, so we had our full winter gear for the exposed lake crossing. The snow on the lake was not that deep but it made walking in just microspikes just annoying. As we made our way around the peninsula the winds hit us. Not as bad as we expected, but we were glad we had on our shell. As we approached the landing near the lean-to the winds lessened. We took a break at the lean-to for lunch and to stow our winter shell before the long ascent to Preston. It really is not that bad, but in deep snow and with pulks some of the log bridge crossings and rocks it can be time consuming. the one big hill can be tiresome especially dragging a sled. Mine was loaded with beer and sausage; the necessities.
Tammy led the way as she did not have a pulk. She helped us align our sleds on the logs. At one point I ended up in front following some ski tracks. They ended just past the beaver meadow and rock stream crossing. I was a little ways ahead of the group but I figured breaking trail would slow me down for them to catch up. Having learned my lesson years before, I avoided the deep trench of the main trail and stayed just to its side. The big hill was a workout but not as bad as years before. As I neared the height of land, snowshoe tracks from the other direction. Must be Sam's coming to check on us. At least I did not have to break trail (and navigate) anymore. I only had about 100 yards of uphill left and then the gentle descent to Preston.
Sam's tracks made it easy as did the downhill. A few time the sled hung up on some rocks, but was easy to extract myself. At the shoreline, I took a little break and put on my shell for the next lake crossing. Someone had borrowed the rowboat from the OSI's property and did not return it. It was at the shore filled with snow&ice. I guess a spring trip is in order to return it and make sure it is locked securely. I was just about ready to have a step two and some movement up the trail caught my eye. Jet, G&T's yellow lab, came running towards me. Soon after was Joe. He and Jet did not pause long and just crossed the lake. I had my step two and headed across. Only a little snow so it was an easy half mile to the cabin. Sam had been here for 4 days so it would be warm and the trail to the outhouse etc... would be tramped down.
Sam met us at the doorway and helped bring all our packs and supplies inside. As we finished the rest of the gang arrived. The next few days was a lot of food, drink and laughter. Some of the crew headed to Duck Hole to begin repairs on the lean-to which was damaged, others stayed behind and worked on other chores. I began the list of supplies and needed work to be done over the next year. Not a huge list, but would be a good reason to return in spring.
On Monday Glen, Teresa and Joe departed, One more night for George, Tammy, Matt, Sam (and Jet) and I. We had planned on a no-cook breakfast to make a quick departure Tuesday, but we had so much leftover food from dinner, we would make it into a hash. Tuesday AM was just packing up, cleaning and securing the cabin. It was a 3 hour hike in, so a little less on the way out. A short break at the lean-to and then the cars. If it weren't such a long drive I would probably use this trail-head more often. I will have to look at my calendar and figure out when in spring I can make it back up.
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