1/19/2014
T-Lake w/Newbies -West
Canada Lakes
1 Night/7 Miles
Even
though last weekend was my first weekend sleeping out in the new
year, I don't count it as I really didn't backpack. 150 ft into the
piney woods with a patrol of Scouts wasn't much of a backpacking trip
for me. For them though, it was the first trip planned an executed by
the patrol leader and they asked me to come along as a second adult.
Anyway, back to my real first backpack of 2014.<div><br></div><div>It
started out with an email from the gang since we hadn't hiked
together in some time. In the end it was just three of uf the gang
plus newbies, a girlfriend of Toby's and a friend of Todd's. Both
have never winter camped before so we chose a spot with a lean-to.
Plus this lean-to and lake I had never visited so it was a good
excuse. T-lake is 3.5 miles from a state campground so it is
relatively popular in the summer as a hiking destination. I had read
reports it is often trashed. I was hoping the winter would dissuade
the "messy" this weekend. The trail began with a steady
uphill which seemed to go forever. It climbed the shoulder of Stacey
Mtn, which I kept referring to as Stacy's Mom. We then descended for
a short bit until the trail headed west to climb the northern
shoulder of T-Lake Mtn. While the snow was only 4 inches or so for
most of the trip, the northern slope had considerably more. The going
was slow due to trying to follow the unbroken trail and the "river
crossing". Not really a river, just a wide stream with ice. If I
was solo, I would not have attempted to cross it. We found an
"easier" spot to cross and we each took turns helping
steady the others until we were safely across (the return trip was
way easier for some reason). </div><div><br></div><div>We
finally arrived at the lean-to. I was surprised by the amount of dead
wood I could see. I assumed the area would be picked clean, but I
guess it is a day hiker destination mostly. The lean-to journal would
confirm this. Few signed in the last year and a half. We collected
some wood, i got a fire started and we made camp. soon we were all
relaxing and eating. It was dark by now and I wondered how long until
the just past full moon would appear. It had been overcast all day
but the stars were showing so I figured the sky would light up soon.
A light glow began in the east and soon the orb appeared. By now, we
were talking about bed. I watched the forest light up from the
moonglow from my sleeping bag. As the moon rose, I slowly fell
asleep. The next light I would see was in the
AM.</div><div><br></div><div>I arose
and started a new fire. Made breakfast and we packed up slowly. We
headed back and made good time as it was mostly downhill. It took an
hour less to get back. Great trip. The two newbies had a good time
and expressed desire to return to the winter woods.</div>
2/2/2014
Log Haulin' and the
Howard -High Peaks
1 Night/11 Miles
2
years ago we moved the Bill Howard Memorial lean-to to its new spot.
I had never spent the night in, at or around this lean-to. That would
change this weekend. The new Bushnells Falls Lean-to was constructed
last weekend. The logs were airlifted in prior. This is one of the
newer lean-tos constructed by the craftsmen of L2R. They are truly
works of art. Apparently a few items were not delivered. They were
short on roofing planks, so a few hiked the 5.5 miles down the
mountain to get a few more and then hiked those back up. They also
forgot two logs. These were the decorative logs which hang below the
sides to hide the flooring joists. We would be bringing those in this
weekend. <div><br></div><div>I
arrived at the TH at 6am having driven all night. The rest of the
crew (a total of 4 of us) arrived shortly after. We lashed the logs
to the pulks and were off. I took the first shift on log #2, while
Paul would control the back, getting me unstuck and lifting the sled
over obstructions. The trail, while it had some snow, was not pulk
friendly. Still lots of exposed roots and rocks. Not to mention the
uphill terrain. At about the first mile I needed a break and to lose
a layer. Not sure what happened, but I almost collapsed. I was
nauseous and felt faint. I rested on my pack for a spell until I felt
good enough to continue. At this point, Paul took over the pulk and I
handled the rear. We went slow and as we neared the Howard Lean-to,
the other team had come back looking for us. They stopped at the JBL
warming hut and waited for us. we continued on the warming hut
(another half mile) and took a break, had a hot beverage and a snack.
we were soon off again, and I was again on pulk duty. Only 1.8 miles
to go, of course almost all uphill. This portion had us at times
traversing the edge of Johns Brook and a few times walking on the
frozen brook. We began a major ascent to the first Bushnells lean-to.
The pitch was quite steep. We stopped often for me to get footing and
to catch my breath. At the top I knew we had one more of these climbs
to go, but I wasn't going to give up. I might stop every 5 steps, but
I was going to get this load to its home. We had a slight downhill to
get to the brook which we had to cross and then began the last of the
ascents. As predicted, I would stop every few feet to regain strength
and then push on. My hand was cramped, and my legs in general felt
like jelly, I only knew they were still there because at the top of
the ascent I felt my right quad cramping up. We finally arrived at
about 2pm. At the lean-to, Paul and Bob began hanging the new logs
while Eileen and I installed pegs along back to hang
packs.</div><div><br></div><div>We
finished our tasks and began our descent, making quick time back to
the JBL. We pickup up a few bags of trash from the Interior Outpost
to bring down. I bid farewell to the crew at the Howard and set up my
bed. It was barely 4pm and I was ready for bed. I knew I had to stay
up a little while longer or i would be up at midnight. I made some
cocoa and had a sandwich. A dad with his two sons arrived from
climbing Slide. They made dinner and we chatted a bit. Eventually my
weary bones had enough and I was in bed. Winds came hard through the
night along with snow. I headed out about 7:30 am, the trail out had
already had a hiker on it so I didn't have to pay attention to
markers. I passed by the Forest Ranger on his way in. Back at the car
by 9am. </div>
2/16/2014
Wilson Pond -Blue Ridge
Wilderness
1 Night/6 Miles
I
have a list of potential destinations which keeps growing even though
I am consistently getting to these places. I just seem to add 2-3
more every trip. My notes to myself recommended Wilson Pond in winter
due to its proximity to a major rd, i figured it would get a lot of
traffic in the other seasons. The trail is reportedly wet too.
perfect combination for a winter snowshoe
trip. <div><br></div><div>I met Ian
at the trailhead around noon. We headed up the trail, and it was up,
pretty much the whole way. Not like climbing a mountain, just a
steady rise. The trail was well marked and was used as recent as a
week ago, so the tread in the snow was visible even after the last
snow. We made slow time, stopping and chatting quite a bit. Wondering
if the pond was over the next rise. The trail seemed to go on
forever. We eventually made it to the lean-to. A stack of firewood
was awaiting us. The scattering of downed trees was evidence the site
gets less use than I expected. The shelter log would confirm. Entries
averaging one a month. I suppose the wetness of the trail as also
recorded in the journal keeps many out. We gathered some more wood
and started a warming fire. It wasn't very cold, yet. The temp was
forecasted to drop to almost zero by the next AM. cooked up some
chili and bratwurst and we relaxed.</div><div><br></div><div>Both
of us were tired, and we expected to be in bed early. Based on the
moon the previous night, we were hoping for a nice moonlit night. I
think we were both asleep before the moon came up. I awoke in the
middle fo the night and noticed the woods were aglow. I smiled and
went back to sleep. Soon the AM was upon
us.</div><div><br></div><div>It
certainly did get much colder over night. Not sure how low, but it
was only 8* when we got back to the car at 10:30. We lazed around
since we didn't have tarps, tents or hammocks to pack up. yeah, I
slept in the lean-to. Need to check these off the list every chance I
get. Winter seems to be the best time. B.Jackson nailed Wilson back
in 2012. I doubt I will ever catch up to the number of lean-tos he
has slept in. he has quite a bit of a head start and I eschew them in
all but the winter. The trail out was much faster as it was generally
down hill the entire way. We also didn't chat as we hiked at our own
pace. I paused every so often for Ian to catch up with me. Next up is
a Lean2Rescue trip I think.</div>
3/2/2014
Preston Ponds w/L2R
1 Night/7 Miles
Due
to all the work Lean2rescue has done, other organizations have
started to take notice. The Open Space Institute has a cabin which is
used by the DEC for rescue operations in the High Peaks of the Adks.
This cabin is rarely used and in disrepair. The OSI contacted
Lean2Rescue about rehabbing it. I guess a cabin is just a Lean-to
with a fourth wall; just bigger. SUNY ESF allowed some of the crew to
stay in their staff residences nearby friday night so they could get
an early start in the AM without having to pack up camp. I would be
driving all night to meet the crew at the Upper Works parking
area. <div><br></div><div>Around 8am
we headed up the trail with loaded pulks. Some with food, some with
tools, others with materials. We hiked across the frozen henderson
lake and then re-entered the woods towards the Preston Ponds. It was
3.6 miles in and of course uphill. when we arrived, Ted and Chuck who
had spent the night there had already started to clean off the roof
of the cabin. They first had to shovel off the 3 feet of snow. We all
go to work on various tasks. By nightfall, we had stripped off all
the shingles and tar-paper, bagged all the refuse for a the
helicopter and layed down the temporary tarp roof. We enjoyed a great
dinner and post job celebration. We had a few tasks remaining in the
AM so we slept in. After breakfast we finished up, cleaned up and
headed back with much lighter sleds. Whilr crossing the lakes I would
often pause to look around the mountains in the distance and the
hills surrounding the lakes. This is a busy area in the summer, but
we had it all to ourselves as all the winter visitors were climbing
peaks instead of staying to the waters. Perhaps soon after ice-out I
can paddle the water before the crowds descend.</div>
4/15/2015
Eclipse at Cascade
1 Night/7 Miles
The
goal was to view the lunar eclipse at 3am while out in the woods. I
try to schedule many backpacking/canoeing trips to coincide with
celestial events. Not only is the view better without the light
pollution, but there is something more primitive witnessing these
events like our ancestors did. The main trail to Cascade begins at
the end of a seasonal dirt rd. Since winter is still with us, this
road was not passable. I opted instead to use the NPT from Lake
Durant and then the connector trail. Lake Durant Campground was still
closed for the season, so parking was not an issue, nor was the need
to get a day use pass. I ate lunch at a picnic table in nice 70* bug
free weather. I knew this was not to last, but I enjoyed it
nonetheless. I packed up my leftover lunch and headed down
the campground road. My friend Justin had been here a week or so ago
and described the rd as being used by snowmobiles. While there was
still snow, there were enough bare patches to prohibit the machines
anymore this season. Proceeding down the rd about a quarter mile, I
then entered the NPT foot trail with no motorized access
(supposedly). The trail utilized an old woods rd which the snow
machines apparently still use, ignoring the signs. The trail climbed
slowly, was icy and snowy. I soon reached the trail register and
signed in. A few people had signed in over the past few
weeks, but not many. I saw My buddy's entry and also a
comment, NO SNOWMOBILES on the page. I continued up the trail. It
wasn't far, only 3.5 miles to my destination but I would be gaining
slight elevation the entire way. This combined with the snow
remnants, and melt would make for a tiring and wet walk. Once I left
the old woods rd, the trail began to coincide with the spring runoff.
I am familiar with this section having hiked the NPT, but there was a
lot more water flowing than in the summer. After a slow slog uphill,
I cam to the junction with the connector trail. The NPT continued
left to Stephens Pond (ugh leeches) which will be the first stop for
the section I hike I lead this summer, I went tot he right towards
Cascade. The trail had considerable blowdown which will be cleaned up
shortly I am sure. This area gets quite a bit of use being so close
to the State Campground. This 1 mile section went quickly and I soon
saw the Pond through the trees. The outhouse let me know I was near
the lean-to. I turned off trail and went straight to the lean-to
instead of continuing on to the official junction. It was early
afternoon and I had the rest of the day to enjoy my new surroundings.
I visited the outlet cascade from which I assume the Pond is
named.Due to the spring melt, this was raging, The entire area was
flooded and the roar was tremendous. I collected wood and explored
the shoreline a bit. The pond was just beginning to rid herself of
hard water as some pools were beginning to show. By next week, the
fishing should be good. The shelter log mentions trout. However this
is sometimes misleading. I collected some more wood and rested.
Nothing beats a slow lazy adirondack afternoon, especially when there
a no bugs. For dinner, I ate my lunch leftovers and that was enough.
Campfire tv and the increasing winds would be my guests for the next
few hours. While I was hoping to catch the eclipse, I was acutely
aware this was not to be. I had looked at the weather forecast and a
storm was approaching. The winds were a harbinger to this impending
condition. I also knew this would make the trail even wetter for the
walk out, and likely be still raining the next day. I didn't let that
get me down. I stoked the fire and lost myself in random thoughts. As
the sun set, so did my eyes. This is typical for me, as I rarely stay
up much past the sunset in the woods. The rains came a little later
than expected, not as hard either. They were done by the time I
awoke. Not having to get home by a particular time, I lazed around
all morning. Made some coffee, then some cocoa and packed up. A
slight rain then came, so I donned my rain gear and headed back down
the trail. Not much snow was left, but in its wake was deep water.
Between the water underfoot and the rain from above, I accepted my
fate of getting wet. Dry clothes were waiting in the car. The 3.5
miles back went quickly as it was mostly downhill. By the time I got
to the car, the sky had opened up and was raining quite hard.
Something about putting on dry socks just feels so
good.<div><br></div><div><img
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4/28/2014
HammockForumsGathering
-FLNF
1 Night/1 Mile
A few
of us from HammockForums decided to get together for a group hang.
The plan was to meet in the Finger Lakes National Forest. Having been
there numerous times, I knew of a few places which would be good
places for a number of hammocks. A few of the guys wanted to hike the
Interloken Trail, a branch of the FLT. I knew a perfect spot towards
the southern end. I arrived just before noon and hiked in the short
way to the site. Soon after, a patrol of Boy Scouts were heard and
then seen hiking down the trail. They didn't notice me off in the
woods. A few minutes later, two adult leaders came by. The older one
saw and acknowledged me and I tipped my hat in response. A lone hiker
came by within the next hour. We chatted a bit about her hike and I
gave her some suggestions as to some side trails. She went on her way
and soon thereafter 3 of the HF crew arrived. The weather had been
spotty, so I set up a tarp at the site which worked out well as a
light rain had begun. The tarp gave a a dry spot for the guys to drop
their gear. We made our introductions, set up camp, talked gear and
trails, had some food and hung out for the rest of the afternoon. I
had gathered a small bit of wood and made a warming fire on which I
grilled up a few knockwurst for a late lunch. Rains came and went,
the sky went dark and then blue. The air went from windy to still. it
was quite a mismash of weather. For dinner I cooked up some more
sausages, this time with peppers and onions. I had enough to share.
As the evening wore on, another HF member showed up with a few
friends. The size of our group doubled and we had a good time sitting
around the fire. I stayed up later than usual but eventually had to
turn in. I next awoke for a late night pee and instantly was back
asleep. I didn't open my eyes again until it was light. At this time
the sound of rain on the tarp gave way to silent snow. Quite large
flakes began to fall. I waited in the warmth and comfort of my down
quilts until the snow subsided. Slight chill to the morning air, more
like a november day instead of late april. All were soon packed up
and we said our goodbyes. Some with a short hike out, others a longer
trail back up to their waiting cars. All in all it was a great trip
and we made some new friends. Can hardly wait to "hang"
with the guys again.
5/18/2014
High Water and the emergence of the
Black Flies. -NPT
1 Night/13 Miles
After
a morning training/get together session at the ADK Loj for the NPT
Chapter Hike Leaders, I headed over to the NPT itself. It was early
afternoon and I figured I could hike in a few miles to check out the
conditions and see the water volume going over Wanika Falls. There
were a few cars in the lot. A few people were just coming back to the
car, and a young couple was donning their packs preparing to head
down the trail. I introduced myself and asked if they had been on the
trail before. The young man had only been to wanika falls and this
would be his girlfriend's first time backpacking. He said he hopes to
hike the whole trail someday. I made a plug for the NPT Chapter of
the ADK and our upcoming hike series of the entire trail this
summer. <div><br></div><div>I was
soon changed into my hiking clothes and grabbed my pack. The trail in
was muddy as expected and the new bridges certainly made the early
stream crossings easy. The trail in this section changes quite a bit
from the new growth softwoods to more mature hardwood forests. Of
course the constant beaver activity is continuously changing the
landscape. I emerged from a young spruce growth to a mud filled flat
with a swollen stream running through it. A few weeks ago this would
have been real nasty. At present it was passable, just barely.
Upstream were a few logs spanning the stream. The water was running
fast below it. This was not an easy crossing. Hiking poles were
necessary to maintain balance. Once across and past the boot sucking
mud, the trail headed up and over the shoulder of a small hill. A few
more stream crossings would be encountered, but these had enough
rocks to make them more manageable. At one stream the beavers were
kind enough to make a bridge after flooding the area. Just before the
"flume" at the designated bivy site I decided to rest a
bit. I am not sure if I fell asleep or not, but soon the young couple
came down the trail. the stopped for a bit and we chatted about the
stream crossings. I remarked I was surprised they didn't turn back at
the mud flats. Ashley (or maybe it was Alicia) commented "she
fell in" trying to cross the stream. They didn't stop for long
and were soon on their way.</div><div><br></div><div>I
eventually got up and crossed the new bridge over the flume. I
chuckled as I looked down remembering how I had to cross this when
the bridge was out a few years back. Not sure if it would have been
possible with the current water volume without the bridge. Just past
the bridge, the trail turns sharply (this is the junction of the old
NPT). A little less than a a mile to Wanika Falls. The srping leaves
haven't come in yet so the falls were slightly more visible through
the trees than usual. But still not much of a photo op. I climbed
towards the falls and soon realized that with the current water
levels there was no safe way to cross the stream to the campsite on
the other side. A mis-step here could easily cause one to go over the
falls, a certain 288' fall to ones demise. Up stream was
just deep water. I didn't feel like getting totally wet. Maybe if it
were July I would be up for a swim, but the weather was a nice 55*.
Perfect hiking weather.</div><div><br></div><div>I
headed back down to the bivy area. I wasn't very hungry and night
soon came. Since I had left home at 2am, I knew why I was so tired. I
was up before the sun and wasted no time getting back to my car. The
best part about the return trip wasn't the 400' net elevation loss,
but the temp dropping below the threshold the black flies enjoy. Not
that they were a bother earlier as this hatch precedes the biters,
but they were slightly annoying when resting or getting water.</div>
5/26/2014
Seward Range
Circumnavigation
2 Nights/31 Miles
Two
years ago, Ian and I had done almost the same hike but in the
opposite direction. This year we would include Duck Hole as Ian had
yet to see it. We got started in the late morning on Saturday and
began the wet sloppy portion of the hike on the footpath which
borders the Ampersand property. The landowners were in the process of
logging as we walked along freshly cut forest. The loggers were
careful to leave a few of the mature trees to continue to re-seed the
area as well as not removing anything under 6-inches. It is good to
see sustainable logging practices. About a mile before the Blueberry
lean-to the sky opened up and it began to pour. By the time we got to
the lean-to the rain had subsided. Soon after a group of guys showed
up from climbing Seymour. we all had lunch and they departed to hit
Seward, Donaldson and Emmons while we headed towards Duck Hole. The
rains allowed for us to see many fresh tracks. We followed some moose
tracks for the next 3 miles. We hoped to get a chance to see it as we
approached the beaver meadow but no such luck. The last 2 miles to
Duck Hole along the NPT. I stopped to clear out a spring about 100
meters before DH.<div><br></div><div><img
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were already two guys at the snake infested lean-to closest to the
breached dam (with their tent set up inside the lean-to). We headed
over to the open one. On the last quarter mile, Ian had twisted his
knee and would end up headed back out the next day. But we enjoyed
the view and soon we had company, Josh and Chelsea from Minnesota
joined us. We had a nice evening and hanging
out. </div><div><img
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got a late start Sunday AM and it was slow going back to the NPT
junction. At this point, Ian headed back and I pressed on. The next
10 or so miles would be a joyous hike along a relatively dry NPT
passing by the Rondeaux Hermitage and then following the Cold River
to the last lean-to.</div><div><br></div><div><img
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stopped at the Ouluska Pass Lean-to for a snack. Like usual, the bugs
were here. So far for the rest of the trail the black flies had been
relatively non-existent. I expected worse considering they were
swarming last weekend.</div><div><br></div><div>Between
the Seward Lean-to and Big Eddy the blowdown was still uncleared,
however the detours were clearly marked. As I approached Cold River
#4, the hint of campfire wafted through the air. A few fisherman had
paddled up from the Raquette to Shattucks Clearing and then hiked the
remainder. They were having some good luck just below the bridge. I
continued on to CR#3 where I saw Rob down by the water. I made myself
known and he introduced me to his hiking partner Ed and we had some
good times talking about the trail and hammocks. The fisherman came
by on their way back to their canoes and gave us some hot dogs and a
few beers. These were all consumed quickly. Rob's Youtube video can
be found here: <iframe width="560" height="315"
src="//www.youtube.com/embed/roOOUoJKJ-E" frameborder="0"
allowfullscreen></iframe>
</div><div><br></div><div>Since
I needed to get up at 5 am to begin my hike out, I went to bed early.
I was up before the sun and broke camp. Along the horse trail towards
Calkins Brook, I could see the dawn of the new day appear above the
Sewards. The orange glow faded quickly and the sky turned grey. A
gentle rain soon added additional mosture to the dew laden grasses on
the trail. Due to a light pack, i was at the Calkins Brook Lean-to by
7 am (5 miles before breakfast). I like these early morning miles
before the heat of the day (and bugs) come out. A small group was
just getting up at Calkins. I stopped for a brief chat. It was 2
couples from downstate. The were doing almost the same loop as I over
4 days. They asked for suggestions of other hikes and I was happy to
provide some ideas. They gave me a cup of coffee. That and my snack
was all I needed to continue on. The rains had subsided but would
soon return. The next 5 miles would be in a gentle shower. I passed
by the wood staged for the bridge rebuild and the father/son team
headed out to go fishing. As i approached the Ampersand boundary, I
could hear the logging operation. A mile more to my awaiting car, by
now the rain had stopped. I signed out at the register at 10am. A
little over 11 miles before lunch is a great feeling. Unfortunately I
had a 5+ hour long drive ahead of me. I know my wife would be happy I
was home at a reasonable time.
-dT</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>
6/8/2014
Moon and Mars Conjunction -Chub Pond
1 night/9 miles
I try
to organize one beginners backpacking trip a year for the meetup
group I belong to. The last few years I have used Chub Pond and its
environs as it is a relatively short drive and the trails are easy. I
feel this makes a good introduction for the beginners. Over the years
I have met some great people on these trips. Some of which I now
backpack with regularly. Some join me on these annual trips. Others
have become friends and continue to hang out both on and off the
trail.<div><br></div><div>The month of June
is typically the height of black fly season and early reports from
the Black River WF let us know we would be walking into plenty of
BF's and also skeeters. After a quick lunch at the trailhead 5 of us
headed down the trail. The sun was shining, the bugs were out but as
long as we were moving we seemed to be ok. The first mile or so of
the trail is along an old woods road and is nice walk. We crossed the
first bridge at lot 8 and then approached the outlet of Gull Lake.
This bridge has been in need of serious repair for years. We stopped
briefly and took in the view from the bridge and got moving as soon
as the bugs found us. This trail has been very wet in places in the
past. For the most part it was relatively dry. Some muddy spots from
back when atvs terrorized the area still remain. We passed by the
trail to Gull and then past Buck Pond. We were soon at the top of the
hill at which Chub Pond and Woodhull creek were at the bottom. The
trail register had another group signed in ahead of us with both Chub
and Gull listed as their destination. We weren't sure whether we
would have company or not. </div><div><br></div><div>As
we approached the lean-to I gave a quick shout so as to not surprise
anyone. I have turned the corner to see an embarrassed couple at this
lean-to in the past. We unloaded our backs. The girls set up their
tents and I gathered some wood to make a smudge fire. Eric took out
the "dutch oven" and we all enjoyed a cold beverage from
it. A half rotten log on top of the small fire began to put out quite
a bit of smoke to abate the black flies and mosquitos. A few of us
explored a bit. We rested, talked and just hung out. A loon came to
visit as did a beaver, a hummingbird, and 2 geese with their
goslings. A small turtle was hanging out behind the lean-to as well.
We ate dinner late and watched the sun set hoping it would signal a
slight temperature drop and rid the surrounding area of the bugs. The
moon rose and as the sunlight dimmed, eric was the first to spot Mars
just above the moon. My last few trips planned around celestial
events had been a bust due to overcast skies so this was a welcome
exception. The conjunctions are not as spectacular as meteor showers
or comets, but special nonetheless. As the day turned to night more
and more stars came into view. We spotted a few satellites cruising
above. It wasn't long after when my eyes got heavy. I retired first
and slept soundly until the call of nature in the early
AM. </div><div><br></div><div>I
crawled back into my hammock and got a few extra minutes of sleep.
when I finally arose, eric had just gotten up and restarted the fire
so we could have tea/coffee while packing and not be bothered by the
bugs. It was a lazy AM as we had a short hike out. The bugs were
worse on the trail on the way out which I think quickened our pace,
Back at the cars marked another successful beginners trip although
none were rookies. Met a few new people and like usual they suggested
we all share our contact info to get together
again.</div><div><br></div><div><img
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6/29/2014 NPT First
Section
2 nights/24 miles
Met
up with Rob (12trysomething) at the trailhead on Godfrey Rd. A quick
4.5 miles to Rock Lake first hiking upstream paralleling the N Branch
of West Stony Creek until the trail turns westward seemingly away
from the creek, but still roughly parallel though it was much further
to the south at this point. Along a slight rise we came across a
young couple. They were recently married in Lake Placid and
were on their honeymoon. So far they spent 6 days in the woods, 32
hours of which they were holed up in their tent during the recent
storm. We chatted a bit and gave some advice as to where to go next.
Nice to see a young couple enjoying the woods together. Continuing
on, the turn-off to Rock Lake came quickly. The weather was perfect
and the campsite was beautiful except for the trash left behind by
inconsiderate visitors of the past. Rock Lake at one time had a
lean-to, and its location is still obvious. Our campsite was further
down the lake snuggled in a grove of hemlocks. We made camp,
collected wood and began dinner. Pre-planning had us each bring the
fixins for Bangers & Mash with onion gravy and a side of
green beans. A small 500mL box of wine would accompany the meal.
After a fine dinner and conversation we heard the loons calling back
and forth between neighboring lakes. Small fry were being predated
near the shore. Obviously plenty of fish in the water. Soon after
lights out we heard a pack of coyotes not far from camp. It sounded
like a very young group. Wondered if there was a mom and her pups. We
again heard them around 2 am farther away from
camp. <div><br></div><div>We awoke
soon after first light , but didn't rush through our morning camp
routine. With 14 miles ahead of us on relatively easy terrain and the
entire day to do it we were in no rush. Aware that others would be on
the trail at this time we wondered if we would run into any of the
other groups. Some were thru hiking and others just doing the first
24 mile section like us. The bridge over the W. Branch Sacandaga
River was next. I took a short break and caught up with Rob at Meco
Lake. As I approached the Lake , I could see him waiting at the
outcropping on the far side. I waved, but wasn't sure if he saw me.
We both rested at the far side and then headed on towards Silver
Lake. Upon approach a lady with her two dogs were there to greet us.
I wondered if she was the one who had left the pile of dog kibble in
one of the firepits at Rock Lake. She didn't say much and we didn't
linger. Silver Lake would be our first breakfast break. At the
lean-to, the adopter and his buddy were just packing up. They had
cleaned up the area and had a large bag of trash attached to their
pack. It never ceases to amaze us all how people can carry so much
into the woods and then decide to just leave it. Anyway, much thanks
to all the adopters and trail stewards. We heard that Tony and Adam
had spent the night here. Tony was one of the thru-hikers we had
heard about. Their plan was to stop at the same spot as us tonight,
Hamilton Lake Stream. </div><div><br></div><div>After
breakfast and pushing on we came to the large beaver meadow. A
beautiful site as the once flooded area has now begun to grow in
around the immense old beaver lodge standing prominently in the
center. A few hikers appeared on the far side, and then turned away.
We would find out later that this was Adam and Tony. The trail
followed the perimeter of the meadow to the outlet where it crossed
just below the remnants of the dam. Standing in the spot where the
dam held the water, the top of the edges were above ones head. Prior
to its breach, this dam was immense. A figure appeared before us,
yelled and then moved on. We would soon catch up to him and learn it
was "the bionic man". Coming of recent hip surgery he was a
friend of the lean-to adopter and headed up the trail first since he
was moving slow. He thought we were his friends at first. Passing by
him, we then stopped at Canary Pond for a break and to look around.
Talked about a future trip to the spot. 3.2 more miles to Mud Lake
for lunch. </div><div><br></div><div>The
Mud Lake lean-to was destroyed by a fire years ago. The current
lean-to was bought up from WhiteHouse when they decommissioned it
from that location. Most recently a large pine had fallen across the
lean-to completely flattening it. While roof was not salvageable in
the least, the majority of the logs were. lean2rescue rebuilt the
structure in the fall with a temp roof and then in the
winter put on the permanent roof. Transporting those roofing
materials up the hill from whitehouse was extremely difficult. As we
often joke in L2R, it this were our job, we'd quit. Well lunch at Mud
Lake lean-to was apparently on everyone plan. When we arrived, there
was already a group of 4, we made six and before long the bionic man
would also join us. Tony and Adam were here and because of Rob's
videos, they recognized us immediately. Many White Admiral
butterflies were around. As were toads and snakes. Between
these animals and the humans a lot of eating was going on. when the
bionic man arrived, he asked how much farther to the car. When Rob
said about 3 miles, he remarked "that is what you said 3 miles
ago". Rob replied, yeah but I never thought I'd see you again.
We all had a good laugh at that one. From Mud Lake to WhiteHouse
would be a small climb and then mostly downhill. On the rocky down
hill section, Rob joked about me recalling the material hauling up
the trail. He said something along the lines of, "Not sure what
the problem was, this is
easy." </div><div><br></div><div>Nearing
whitehouse, the trail veered to the left. Originally it went straight
ahead to the river where hikers would yell across and the gentleman
would appear with a boat to ferry them across for a small fee. Now,
the trail parallels the river upstream for half a mile to a more
modern way to cross rivers, a suspension bridge. Quite a few people
camped at whitehouse were enjoying the waters around the bridge. Most
were fishing. We rested at the large chimney; remnant of an old girls
camp at the spot. Soon everyone from Mud Lake was with us again so
Rob took a photo. The lean-to adopter and crew would be leaving here,
with a happy bionic man. </div><div><br></div><div>Our
next stop would also be our last for the day at Hamilton Lake Stream.
All day we had been sweating up a storm. The temp was only in the low
70's, but the humidity was brutal. The bridge over Hamilton Lake
Stream is always a surprise to me. I do not know why I always forget
about it. I am sure now that I have written this, I will remember it.
At the lean-to, the same routine began. Set up camp, collect wood for
a smudge fire and relax. Tony and Adam arrived shortly after and the
rest of the night commenced with good food and
conversation. </div><div><br></div><div>We
all slept soundly that night and with less than 4 miles to go, we had
no reason to get up early, yet we did. A slow morning routine and we
hit the trail. This time all 4 of us hiked together for the most
part. A few stops at Priests Vly, the unnamed stream with the
waterfall, and the outlet of Buckhorn Pond and we were at Piseco. We
all piled into Rob's truck, momentarily called the stinkmobile due to
all our funk and we headed to the Oxbow Inn for some
burgers. </div>
Rob's
Youtube record of the trip: <iframe width="560"
height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/7E47GJys86Y"
frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
8/25/2014 NPT
Third Section (& Upper Sargent Pond)
3 nights/31 miles
I had
volunteered to lead the 3rd section hike of the NPT for the
Adirondack Mtn Club (NPT Chapter). This would be a 27 mile section
from Wakely Dam over the height of land to Rt 28N just East of Long
Lake. The trip was to be Sat-Mon. Since I had to be at the trailhead
early Sat AM, I had decided to drive up Friday afternoon and hike
into Upper Sargent Pond for the night. It was only 1.5 miles in and
would allow me to get to the trailhead of Sat AM without having to
drive in the early AM.<div><br></div><div>About
3 hours before my planned departure I got a call from a Lean2Rescue
buddy, Dan. He knows I always have some adventure planned. Since he
lives on the way to the ADKs, it was easy for me to swing by an pick
him up. I grabbed Dan around 3 pm and we headed out. By the time we
got to the trailhead it was well after 7. We knew we would have
little daylight left at camp. The trail in was easy, the campsite was
well situated on the lake. We spent the waning daylight collecting
firewood and getting a blaze going. We then setup our tarps and
sleeping gear. By now, we were both quite hungry so I cooked up some
bratwurst with peppers and onions and we each opened a beer. The
night turned misty but we still enjoyed dinner and friendship.
Eventually we turned in, knowing we would have to get going rather
early. </div><div><br></div><div>I
awoke first and got the fire restarted. The air was still wet and
slightly chilly. I recalled some very strange dreams from the night
before. Very odd. Gear was stowed and we ate some oatmeal and headed
out. We were supposed to meet Brad in at the TH to shuttle cars at
8am. We arrived at my car at 8:11 and we still had a twenty minute
drive ahead of us.Brad was in good spirits. He was more relieved that
we were alive as he was getting worried something happened to us on
the drive. he tossed his stuff into my car and we headed to Wakely to
begin the Section.</div><div><br></div><div>Brad
had already done the first two sections with Diana in the weeks
preceeding. He will be moving to Texas and wanted to hike the NPT
before he lost the chance. This section began where Brad finished 1
few weeks before and started with a few miles of road walk.
Fortunately the road walk has been shortened with the reroute. 2 or
so miles instead of in excess of
8. </div><div><br></div><div>Passing
by Wakely dam they standard RVs were parked and we continued to Gould
Rd where an accessible campsite is located. We would take a short
break there and then push on through the new section. The last few
times through this part I have really come to like it a lot. Perhaps
it is because I still remember the dreaded road walk, but more likely
it is because of all the spring fed streams pouring out of the Blue
Ridge Mtn. The tread here is starting to develop nicely. The major
downside is the lack of campsites between Wakely and Stephens Pond.
The latter would be camp our first night.</div><div><br></div><div>At
Stephens I retold my leech story. We collected wood and got a fire
going early to push away the skeeters. Being Sat night I had expected
the site to have more people, but we were the only ones. Dan carried
in a backstrap and some corn on the cob. We ate like champs and
talked. I was the first to head to bed and the others didn't wait
much longer. </div><div><br></div><div>Like
usual, I was the first to rise and restarted the fire. we didn't have
far to go today so we knew we could dawdle in the AM and take many
rests and enjoy the hike. We made our way to Lake Durant and rested a
bit. Crossing Rt 28, the plan was to meet Ian, but plans changed for
him. The trail followed along the eastern lowlands behind Blue Mtn
and we paused for a while at a nice stream with a small cascade. We
were about 20 minutes from the south side of Tirrel Pond at the
ONeill flow leanto. We ate lunch at the beach as it was nicer and
some people were at the leanto. A group of teenagers came by with two
adults. Looked like they were on a day hike. The guys in the lean-to
told us the about the "carnival" at the north end. Tirrel
is a common spot for float planes to bring clients. Apparently this
was one such group. </div><div><br></div><div>We
headed north passing by the designated lakeside campsite and found
the northern lean-to filled with gear; a large mesh dining canopy was
deployed, and two tents also were in the immediate vicinity. The
beach had boats,canoes and floats. A few people were shore fishing.
We went for a swim a ways down the beach and pondered where we would
spend the night. As we headed back to the lean-to area, the fisherman
carried in a few fish and told us of another campsite (to their
credit, they also invited us to set up nearby). We opted for the more
secluded spot about three quarters of a mile down the yellow trail.
Turns out it was a great campsite except for the tree damage from axe
wielding hordes. Wood gathered, dinner cooked. My red beans and rice
had a funky flavor. I think it was the generic hot sauce packet. I
choked it down. The smoked bratwurst I added made it ok (I guess). W
crashed early. </div><div><br></div><div>Again
I was the first to arise. This was our last hiking day which included
the most miles and also the only significant elevation gain on the
whole of the NPT. The goal was to break camp early and have lunch at
the height of land. We passed through the carnival and thanked them
for the suggestion. The next portion of trail goes through a typical
spruce forest. I like these especially when the trail is high enough
so that one is walking a path of pine duff and needles. It was quiet
walking. I think the others didn't sleep as well as me. We had a
snack/water break at the Salmon creek campsite. I still haven't
checked to see if this site is on state land, whether it is legal,
etc... There isn't a designated camping spot between Tirrel and
Caitlin Bay. That's a long stretch and explains the concentrated
activity at both ends.</div><div><br></div><div>From
here it would begin the steady climb for a few miles until the last
half mile which would be the biggest push. Each time I do this climb
it seems to get easier. We paused on the bridge over chick-a-dee
brook and then for a longer spell at the creek just before the big
push. I think there was an old camp along here at some point. For the
next hour, Brad was ahead of us as we took a longer break. we would
meet him again at the next major stream crossing on the back side of
the climb, where there is a non-designated (but legal) campsite a
ways up stream. Dan and I explored the height of land a bit, found a
spot where someone had obviously placed a tent for a night. We tried
to find a view on the back side, but the spruce was beginning to get
thick so we turned back. Down hill, passing by a few seeps in the
mountain. A long break for official lunch when we caught up with
Brad. A couple of hikers passed us heading south. From here we had
about 3 miles back to the car. Dan took the lead for the first time.
I think when he remembered there were a few beers in the waiting car
put a spring in his step. Back to level, the trail coincides with a
dirt access rd for a short bit as well as criss-crosses the x-country
ski trails. The final section is through a bog with the longest bog
bridging. It just seems to go on for ever. I wished our hike would
continue on; but alas this would be the end for the
trip. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>
11/29/2014 4th
annual Queer Lake Thanksgiving Trip
2 nights/7 miles
While
deciding what to do for my T-giving trip, I realized I had gone to
Queer Lake the last 3 years. Made sense to just keep the new
tradition alive a bit while longer. Eric (The RevYJ) who joined me
last year came along as did a new comer to my list of backpacking
partners, Jordan. The recent snow made both the drive up and the hike
in very picturesque. We were the first to use the trail since the new
snow. The trail had enough snow to leave tracks, but not nearly
enough to require snowshoes. This would also mean the muddy sections
would be a bit sloppy. The temp was in the high 20's and partly
cloudy.
We
hiked along at a leisurely pace, stopping only a few times. We talked
about our camp routine when we would arrive, since I had to cook on
the fire we would need some coals and this area is heavily used
especially in summer, so wood is scarce in the immediate area. The
lazy folks even cut down live trees leaving the ugly stumps of spruce
saplings scattered about. When we arrived, we noticed a decent pile
of wood was left by the previous campers. I nice gesture which I
always try to repeat myself.
With
no need to hurry and gather wood, we relaxed and set up our sleeping
arrangements. A small fire was built and dinner prepped. We decided
to eat early so that we could enjoy it before it got dark. I roasted
a turkey breast in the coals, we had sides of stuffing, green beans
and gravy. For dessert, Jordan brought in a chocolate bobka. Many
Seinfeld references ensued for the rest of the trip. Dinner was a
resounding success, the turkey was timed perfectly and with the added
onion and apples under the skin provided a nice flavor and juiciness.
It will be difficult to replicate.
As
usual on these early sunset trips, we were in bed early. I opted to
sleep in the lean-to with Eric and Jordan. An decision I would soon
regret. I am just not very comfortable on the lean-to floors, as I
much prefer my hammock. I would rectify this for the next night. I
awoke before the rest and made come coffee and got a nice warming
fire going which I used to make more hot water for the group.
We
always have grand plans for exploration of the environs, but often
the weather and our laziness change our minds. Instead we hung around
camp, I went to gather wood from an area nearby which few go to. I
don't think Eric got out of his sleeping bag until almost noon, and
Jordan was curled back up in hers a few times in the afternoon. I
kept myself busy gathering wood and stacking it nearby. The weather
changed a few times throughout the day with snow flurries of big
flakes and light winds, to calm and light snow, some sun. Strange
weather as the winds came mostly from the North. I wasn't worried, it
is easterly winds which signal a major storm. Another early dinner
of hot dogs, compliments of The Rev and the last few libations.
Another relatively early night as we wanted to get going in the AM.
We
all slept well and arose with no difficulties. The hike out was
beautiful with the morning sun shining on us and reflecting off the
snow. Saw only hare and squirrel tracks, until we came across those
of the hunters from the cabin we pass by on the way in. We stopped
and chatted with on as we saw him on the trail near the cabin. Back
at the car and another Tgiving trip in the books.
12/14/2015 In
Search of the Geminids -ONeil Flow on the NPT
1 night/7miles
My annual trip to
the Adirondacks to see the Geminid Meteor Shower was again thwarted
by overcast skies. The good news it kept it relatively warm. 7 of us
made the trek this time. A cross posted trip between the NPT Chapter
of the ADK and the Genesee Valley Hiking Club Meetup Group. Diana,
Ben, Chris, Jeremiah, Kim, Pat and I hit the trail around noon on
Saturday. It was only 3.5 miles in, but we had to break trail in the
fresh snow from the recent storm. With this many people, it was nice
to share the duty. We would break trail for awhile then move to the
back of the line. We took it slow, especially on the stream
crossings. Arriving at Tirrel Pond and the ONeil Flow lean-to a
little after 2. We set up camp, had a beer, and began to get
firewood. 5 of us would end up staying in the lean-to. This would
make #29 for the different lean-to's I have slept in (visited 88 of
them).
The wood was
generally ice covered, but with some time spent preparing tinder and
separating the dry wood, we soon had a nice fire going. Aided by
Pat's thermarest fan which he promptly melted the cap. Once the fire
settled down, Chris, jeremiah and i cooked up some bratwurst on the
fire. The others also ate dinner. By this time the sun had set and
unless the skies cleared up we knew we would probably not get a view
of the meteors again this year. Eventually we headed to bed. With the
overcast sky, and the packed lean-to the lean-to was warmer than
expected. We all slept well even with Chris snoring away. I awoke in
the middle of the night and noted the sky was still cloudy.
In the morning we
all went about our business of packing up and eating breakfast. We
were all happy to be able to follow our broken out trail on the way
back. The way out went much faster and we were back at the car 24
hours later from when we left.
While we did not
see the sky show, we had a great time. Met some new friends and
re-connected with some I hadn't hiked with in a while.
12/28 Friends till the
End -Pinnacle Creek
2 nights/7miles
For
the final trip of the year, the destination and hiking companions was
up in the air until about a week before. After exchanging messages,
it was determined to be a 2 night trip for myself and Rob, and Justin
would join us from Sat-Sun. The location was to be an old hunting
camp off the marked trail along what used to be an old woods road
following Pinnacle Creek in the Shaker Mt wild Forest.
<p>
This
would be my first trip into this management area. Not sure why, as
the maps have always intrigued me. Justin having been there before
confirmed the location of the old camp. I picked up Rob on my way
through the Syracuse area and we were at the trail head near 11:30am.
Not the earliest start, but plenty of time to make the short trek.
The trail followed an old woods road, and due to the recent warm
weather much of the snow cover was gone. This would prove important
for two reasons. First, we didn't need snowshoes and second, it would
be easier to follow the tread of the old road especially when we had
to leave the marked trail.
<p>
The
hike along the old road was quite pretty. Hemlocks lined the slopes
along the creek which tumbled over the many rocks within in. It was
hard to imagine this swollen stream was capable of floating logs in
the early days of the last century. The trail turned away from the
stream and then the stream meandered back. We crossed the feeder
stream. Rob hopped across a little ways upstream while I opted to
wade across sans boots. The water was frigid but the warm wool socks
would soon return mt frosty toes to comfort. Made a nice break to sit
and tie my boots. Since we were following the creek, the trail would
be basically uphill the entire way. On the return trip we would
appreciate this. The creek would also be even deeper on the return.
<p>
Shortly
past the feeder creek was the site of the old sawmill. The corduroy
which made the old road was prominent here as the melting snow and
runoff cascaded over it. I commented how uncomfortable a wagon ride
must have been over this type of road. I joked that people would be
bobbleheads in those wagons. We saw the old foundations of buildings
in the area. A few metal pieces had been set upon the foundation
rocks. Evidence of other explorers poking around in the old ruins.
Apparently some of the old stone work for the sawmill's dam is still
in the stream, but we didn't head over to the stream side which was a
hundred yards to the west. We continued on, pausing a few times at
different locations knowing that our turnoff along the old road away
from the marked trail may not be so obvious. When we found it, we
headed up and away from the creek. As we came to another feeder
stream a a few old metal barrels marked the spot. At first we thought
we had arrived, but no prominent campsite was located. we looked
around a bit, and I followed the road down the hill to wher some
significant beaver activity was present. Here I intersected the
marked trail. Consulting the map, we still had a little farther to
go. The obvioys crossing of the stream which would signify our
turnoff was much more significant and we continued up the old road
until it petered out. It was difficult to follow at a few places as
it turned a few times. Plus this was no longer even used as a hiking
trail. When the road petered out, all the sources of of Pinnacle
creek were visible, like individual fingers flowing off the mountains
coalescing into a single stream. Not seeing a campsite, we decided to
back track a little bit to the junction and look more closely. within
moments, Rob spotted a snow covered picnic table creekside. The
campsite was located. We uncovered the firepit, scraped the snow off
the table and set up camp.
<p>
Since
this site was rarely if ever used anymore, firewood was plentiful. We
cut and stacked a decent amount on the remains of a cobbled together
bunk made from 2x4s and wire fencing. We grilled up some venison hot
dogs and sat around the fire. We chatted, ate, and gathered more wood
until the sun set. The sky was clear and the temperature dropped
quickly. The stars came out and we looked skyward often. At one point
we spotted a satellite and watched it traverse the sky. Both Rob and
wondered how long we would stay awake, even though it was still quite
early. Somehow we caught a second wind and we talked until close to
9ish, perhaps past. Rob commented at one point how our conversations
this trip wandered around to many different topics but we did not
discuss hiking or gear. Instead of hiking buddies sharing trail
stories, we were just friends talking. It was great. It bears
mentioning here the day before Christmas, a package arrived in the
mail from Rob. He had framed a beautiful picture taking in the fall
on the NPT and had written on the back "Friends till the End".
Between the framed photo and the gift of the evening shared it was
certainly a wonderful holiday for this backpacker.
<p>
At
some point we went to bed, it was cold night especially away from the
fire. Robs AM thermometer confirmed the low was 23*. Not exactly
frigid, but slightly colder than the expected 30*. I arose first and
restarted the fire. After some coffee, and breakfast our second day
was to begin. The day warmed up quickly and around 10, Justin arrived
with Jenny. He handed out a few beers like santa claus and we toasted
to each other. Justin set up his tent and we ate lunch. We had no
pre-arranged plans at this point, so Justin and I decided to hike to
County Line Pond. Rob decided to stay back and guard camp. The hike
to the pond would continue along the marked path, so Justin and I
jumped over the creek and headed up the hill in the direction of the
path. It wasn't long before we intersected it. Justin removed his
snowshoes as the path was relatively clear of snow. The path would
follow a gentle rise up along the eastern side of Pigeon Mtn. As the
path crossed the county line it would then turn more east and climb
significantly to the draw where it would descend slightly to a beaver
pond and then to County Line Pond. We crossed quite a few small
streams tumbling down the mountain side. A series of glacial erratics
were strangely aligned. The view across the valley and then into the
Silver Lake Wilderness was gorgeous. These types of views are not
possible in summer due to the foliage. We spent a few minutes at the
Pond, snapped a few photos and then headed back. Much quicker going
downhill. Back at camp, Rob had added to the woodpile and we had a
pre-dinner snack of beer, cheese and smoked sausage.
<p>
Dinner
would be continuous supply of meat starting with venison, then ribeye
steak and lastly marinated chicken breast. The chicken was amazing
even after an almost full stomach from the other courses. I can only
speak for myself, but I ate a lot (perhaps too much?) The sun was now
set and while it got a little colder it was obvious it would not get
as cold as the previous night. Justin had informed us of a change in
the weather forecast and rain was predicted. Sitting around the
gigantic fire a few drops were noted. We again stayed up until the
nine o'clock hour before we retired. Another night talking around the
campfire with some great friends.
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The
rains came as predicted. Not heavy, but continuous. I slept very
well, even better than the night before. This is typical for me to
sleep better the after the first night int he woods. because of the
rain, I was in no hurry to depart my dry hammock cave. Eventually my
bladder would win out and once out of the cocoon, I packed up. Justin
was already up and had restarted the fire. I moved my gear over to
the campsite proper and cooked up a leftover hotdog with cheese as
breakfast. The rain had subsided for the most part by now. The only
drops were likely from the tree branches. I still donned my rain
shell, not to tempt fate. After we all ate and were packed up we
headed back down the trail. It was wet from the rain and the streams
were swollen. Especially the one we needed to fjord. Both Rob and
Justin just trudged though, while I opted to wade again. Like before
the water was cold, but oddly enough it was warmer than the wet
leaves on the trail . With my feet back into their woolly embrace, we
continued on and quickly made it back to the cars. As we packed up
and were saying our goopbyes, the sky began to sleet. We couldn't
have asked for better timing for the precipitation on the trip. The
last trip of the year with 2 good friends. What a great way to cap of
2014. Friends till the end for sure!
