Finally…

It was a good trip to the Adirondacks this past Labor Day weekend. The weather was sweet. As usual I didn’t have the full three days I wanted to do the trails with. No matter, it was still a fun trip.

Saturday

Packing

Friday the 31st of August was a busy day as is typical for me at my job the last day of the month. I had wanted to leave early to prep for leaving early on Saturday. I left late that evening and instead chose to get a good night’s sleep. I spent the early part of Saturday packing what items I was going to take with me. On that note here is a list of the items I took on the trip to the White Mountains back in July along with the weight of each item:

  • Backpack (Osprey)      4.25 lbs
  • pack cover                   0.25 lbs
  • Sleeping bag (Kelty)    2.92 lbs
  • Sleeping pad               1.43 lbs
  • Tent (MSR)                  4.20 lbs
  • Tent poles                   1.05 lbs
  • Bear canister              2.90 lbs
  • Katadyn Filter              1.23 lbs
  • Jet Boil                        1.47 lbs
  • Jetpower fuel              0.44 lbs
  • Rain gear                    1.53 lbs
  • tablet                           1.68 lbs
  • Nalgene bottles x 2     2.56 lbs
  • hand shovel                 1.17 lbs
  • toiletries bag               0.92 lbs
  • medical bag                0.75 lbs
  • trekking poles             0.66 lbs
  • head lamp                   0.18 lbs

The total weight of these items is about 30 pounds.

For this trip I replaced the Osprey backpack with the Kelty Red Cloud at 6.2 lbs and I left out the tablet. The only other items not listed are clothing and food which can always vary.

New items for this trip

Kelty Red Cloud

The Kelty backpack was two pounds heavier than my Osprey, but has a more structured frame which is adjustable and I wanted to give it a trial run for this trip. It has a lumbar pad for the lower back. Also there is an adjustment for the position of the shoulder straps. Here is a link to Kelty’s website for a description of that pack http://www.kelty.com/p-411-red-cloud-110.aspx

Kühl Revel 1/4 Zip

I ended up wearing this for the night hike I did after arriving at the Adirondack LOJ. Very comfortable, kept the cold off me yet did not get too warm regardless the work of hiking. http://www.kuhl.com/products/3007/

EMS Men’s Divergence Fleece Jacket

Mostly used this for when I was at camp. Had it been later in the season or had I gone up to any windy summits I might have worn this while hiking. EMS Fleece Jacket

The Drive

I left the apartment shortly after two in the afternoon. Topped off at the local gas station and didn’t stopped until I hit Crossroads Outdoors country store off 87 north at exit 25 in Chestertown, NY, http://www.crossroadsoutdoors.com. Very nice souvenir shop with lots of black bear themed items. I topped off on gas here and had a sandwich at the deli. They also have some items for fishing and camping.

Arrival

I arrived at the High Peaks Information Center (HPIC) parking lot around seven o’clock in the evening. There is a booth before the parking area, but no one was present. Envelopes are available for after hours to pay for parking. I paid $25 dollars, part for what was left of my Saturday and all of Sunday and Monday. Adirondack Mountain Club (ADK) members pay half price. There were plenty of cars and people around the Programs Center building. They were having a presentation on the bears in the Adirondacks region so I hung around to have a listen. After the program I talked with someone at the information booth about camping in the immediate vicinity. He said they were full and sleeping in vehicles was not allowed. Maybe I should have called ahead this being Labor Day weekend and all -.-

Night hiking

Being as there was no camping spaces available in the Heart Lake area I decided to try my hand at night hiking. I actually read about another individual that got up at around 2 am just to summit Mount Marcy early to see the sun rise and took care of a few other peaks early in the day. So I had no qualms about giving it a shot. I put on my headlamp and off we went. It was 10:30 and so I was planning to hike until around probably 12 midnight.  The registration and information kiosk was at the southeast end of the parking lot across from the HPIC. I get on the Van Hoevenburg trail headed southwest to Marcy Dam. I did run into some hikers on their way back to Heart lake.

Arriving at Marcy Dam it was a bit confusing as there was a trail that appeared to head off west from my direction and the bridge across the dam was out. I remember from looking at my map previously that I wanted to head off in an easterly direction.  Just off the trail north of where I stood on the dam was a sign denoting a trail. Taking this route I found a foot bridge going across. I go back south toward the dam, east a couple of paces and find another trail heading southerly after passing another registry and information kiosk on this side. I proceeded south along (Marcy Brook trail?). There were supposed to be three lean-tos along the trail here. I found a campsite tag on my left as soon as I started this trail. It should be tagged on my map here. I considered setting up camp and taking a break until the following morning. Knowing, according to my map, there were lean-tos to my right further down I decided to move on and find one of those. Better to just pop out my sleeping bag and crash this late then to pull out the tent and set everything up. I never did find the lean-tos. You miss a lot of things traveling in the dark with just a head lamp to keep the trail lit. I have to decide if I am going back to the campsite I found just after Marcy Dam or proceed ahead down Avalanche Pass toward Avalanche Lake. I press on ahead.

As I make my way through Avalanche Pass the trail narrows, actually not the trail, but the area between the two ridges. Avalanche Mountain to my right and the ridge going up to Mount Colden to my left. This area is where I believe I found many trees that appeared to be uprooted. As if giants had walked through here, pulled them up and just left them there. It was unnerving for me as I was barely able to tell what was trail and not. Daylight is one thing. Being in the dark like this is something totally different. I kept looking to what sky I could see through the dense underbrush here. Thank god there was a full moon on this weekend. Bad enough I have a thing for being in enclosed spaces. Ironic when I think about it. The great outdoors, but the darkness,  further exacerbated by the ridges on both sides,  continued to make me uneasy. The boundaries of my confinement is defined by the area lit by my headlamp. I trudge on further into the bowels of the unknown.

I finally make it to Avalanche Lake and am very happy seeing open space. Five hundred foot cliffs span both sides of the lake, but there is plenty of sky in between. With the moon out I can just make out the cliff across the lake. The lake is eerily dark and appears to absorb all light like the event horizon of a black hole. As I think of this now, I imagine it is due to the reflection of the cliff on the water. Sadly I did not bring a regular camera with me and only had my cell phone. I found out very quickly that it did not perform at all in all this darkness. I was able to take and bring out this one pic of a bridge that skirts the cliff on the side of the lake I was on. The trek through this area is what I would say, difficult, yet amazingly I was able to do it. There were plenty of big boulders and log ladders and bridges were made to make traversing this section of trail (if you wanted to call it a trail) possible. It was around two in the morning. I of course was tired, but unless I were a spider and could make my way up these walls, there was no place in this lake area to set up any kind of camp. I continue to move on. I know at the south end of the lake there may be a possibility of crossing over to the eastern side of Lake Colden and a chance to get away from what I would say is basic training all over again.

I do get over to east side of the next lake and find it is easier but it isn’t until around five in the morning and on the southern part of Lake Colden that I finally find a campsite up on the left. I make camp and it isn’t long before I am forever lost to the world, well… for the next several hours at least.

Sunday

Late start

I got up late this morning. Hell, it was noon. I get out of my tent and prepare to get things packed. Couple of boys show up at camp looking for the trail to Mount Colden. They mistook the trail to my camp for the one to the Colden summit. That was north of here, the direction I came from, early this morning. This brings me to an android app I’d like to introduce if you’re in the market for one. These hikers had a map app on their iPhone they were using to help them see where they were at. Problem was, same as in the White Mountains, there was no reception here. I have an app called ViewRanger that allows me to pre-cache maps on my android device. They also make a version for the iPhone. Unfortunately I forgot to download a detailed map of this area on my phone. It would have saved me possibly an hour’s time on my way to the Feldspar campsite this very same evening. I break camp at around 2:30 pm, stop at the lake to top off on water, then head south and east toward Calamity Brook Trail.

Ranger’s station

At some point before the bridge that crosses the Opalescent River I hit a crossroads with one leg that pointed in the direction of the ranger’s station. It was here I was seriously considering dropping off my backpack and heading directly back to the parking lot. Since I got up this morning I had been thinking about what it would take to get back to the vehicle. The previous evening’s trek had taken a lot out of me and it was affecting my disposition in a bad way. I talked myself into continuing.

Getting across the Opalescent River by bridge I made a right based on how I read the sign on the other side. There are several places here good for setting up camp and they were occupied. I made note of this place for future trips. I go back the way I just came, realizing that I turned the wrong way at the bridge. I asked a small group of hikers about the direction I was headed in / they had come from to see if I was going right way. They did not know the trail that we were on nor could confirm whether the Uphill lean-to was ahead or not. I decided to rely on my map and compass.

Feldspar camp

I finally get to the crossroads that turns off east to Mt. Marcy. Just past this spot, to the north, is the Feldspar lean-on the left. I find a solo campsite off to the right and start setting up. It is around 6:00 pm. I get the tent up, make my way to the river to fetch water. I had bought an MSR bladder that holds six liters of water for my last trip. I did not use it then, but I do now. I take it to the river to fill and hang it off of a tree. It holds more than enough water for supper, clean up, and to refill the bottles in the morning. Speaking of supper I had sweet and sour chicken with rice. Surprisingly this was very good. This was Backpacker’s Pantry. I also eat from Mountain House.

Monday

10:00 am start

Waking up the following morning I find the underside of my tent fly is damp. I thought perhaps it had rained the night before or there was dew outside. I checked and everything was dry outside the tent. I came to realize the moisture was from my exhalation, the fly being closed, and the mountain air cooling down overnight. I could have left a couple of openings at two ends of the tent to allow for air circulation thus allowing moisture to escape.

Hike up to Lake Alvin

Met up with a couple at the river before the trek up. We talked about pack loads (obviously my backpack appears large) and they showed me the UV water purifier they were using to kill parasites in the water. Something I have considered. I just can’t get past the part of not filtering the water. They let me know the hike to lake Alvin is uphill from here. The first part of this leg of the trip is pretty level and about halfway up the trail starts to climb. Being well rested from last night this is not an issue.

Lake Alvin

Lake Alvin is the highest point of my hike. Approximately 3800 feet and close to the tree line. I met with a man hiking with his two kids. Supposedly Mount Colden would be one of the last couple of peaks he would have to do to complete the 4000 footers in the Adirondacks, trail and trail-less. This can be found on page 217 of Lisa Densmore’s book, “Hiking the Adirondacks”. One of two books I purchased, available for download on Google Play if you have an android device. I’ve saved them locally on my phone and tablet so I can access them wherever I am when backpacking. He was very helpful in giving me information for my next trip. He said I could set up camp at a spot for a number of days. Take a small hip pack to summit several peaks. Honestly, setting up camp and leaving my stuff there is a concept foreign to me as I grew up in the city. I have considered and had mentioned in my White Mountains blog entry just taking a small pack to summit. I had done this in El Yunque back in May of this year (that entry does not exist as that was before this blog, but I may post those pictures as that was the catalyst that got me to researching and finally buying equipment for these trips).

He also gave me an alternate route I could use to get to Lake Colden via Henderson Lake since I will always be coming from the south when I travel here. I just did a distance vs. time check for the drive to both lakes. The Henderson Lake drive is a shorter distance, but goes through more of the back country so the time comes to about the same. I may choose to avoid this route in more inclement weather.

Pretty much downhill from here

After Lake Alvin everything was downhill from here. The trek appears pretty long. That of course is a matter of perspective. I make it back to the crossroads that turns off to Avalanche Pass. The trail here to Heart Lake I had not seen in daylight and so it was all new to me still. Heading north to Marcy Dam I find one of the lean-tos I missed that first night out. Further north I make it to the dam. The lake I expected to see was not there. I suppose the lack of rain this season has had its effect. I finally arrive at Heart Lake around three in the afternoon.

The Drive back

I decide to go to Keene driving back as I had seen a number of eateries on my way here. The drive there takes me back by the Cascade Lakes. The beautiful lakes lay just off the side of a cliff that is part of the Cascade Range. Reminders of Avalanche Lake.

At Keene I go to the ADK cafe, http://www.theadkcafe.com. It is not crowded which is kind of nice. Probably because it is a Monday evening and Labor Day. First thing I noticed as soon as I walk in is the smell of fresh bread baking. I order the sausage and rice soup, The Dartbrook Club sandwich in which they use free-range chickens, this is new, and the cowboy beans (spicy). What amazed me here was the sandwich. I was surprised how tender it was. The sandwich was not dry, the chicken was moist. It reminded me of one other time at a deli on East Houston St. in New York City, but that’s another story.

Despite the possible setbacks considering how things started on this trip, I leave here feeling more accomplished and experienced. No summit on this trip, but that much closer to making it so. My goals for next year? To do a number of peaks and also to plan a major trip somewhere such as Yosemite or Yellowstone. I’ll keep you posted.

I’m back

Finally got back from my trip to the White Mountains. What a trip that was, not ever having done that before. A real learning experience, but let me start from the beginning…

The Drive

Saturday I’m finally on the road by 4:30 am. I wanted to get rolling and on my way to the mountains right after work on Friday so I could be there by 9:00 pm and set up camp somewhere close to the parking area. This would allow me to be able to start bright and early on Saturday morning. Not so. I still had a few loose ends I had to tie up before I could leave. I packed the bag. It did not pack well and I wanted to unload it and pack it again. I was satisfied after the second attempt and figured any more adjustments it needed could be done before I started the trek.

I went to EMS that same night and picked up the bear canister I had been putting off. I also picked up a Marmot shell jacket and EMS pants. I got done repacking about 11:00 pm that night and went to bed.

The alarm at 3:00 am woke me from my sleep and I forced myself out of bed. I had a five-hour drive ahead of me. I had to get going as soon as possible as I was hoping to be at the parking area by 9:00 am. I checked and rechecked to make certain I had everything I needed. God forbid I’d be out in the middle of nowhere and not have something essential I needed in my pack.

Finally on the road to New Hampshire it started to rain. I had been checking the weather numerous times during the week for the area I was headed to. It was supposed to be clear weather for Saturday with some rain possible on Sunday. It was surprising to see rain as I made my way down the road. Mount Washington if not the White Mountains in general is known to have some of the worst weather in the world.

I took I91 N and turned off toward Lincoln, NH. From there I took the Kancamagus Highway. This is the scenic road for the White Mountains. The views were nice, but it was somewhat hazy and taking away from what the view could be. I can imagine in the fall with all the colors turning it would look astounding.

You are here
You are here
The mountain range

Missing my turn off for Bartlett, NH. I ended up having to drive further south and into Conway, NH. There went more of my time. Fortunately, for me though, there was an EMS in Conway. The biggest one I have seen and they had the bag I was looking for that fit the bear canister. I also found a topographical map for the High Peaks area in the Adirondacks that no store had in Hartford.
Making my way north again towards Rt. 16 in Jackson I run into a traffic jam. What? Up here? I’d half expect it in New York, Boston, even Hartford, but here? Seems North Conway is a tourist town you’d best avoid if you’re only looking at going to the National Park.

The Trail

By the time I get to the Great Gulf Trail parking area it is 11:30 am. I pull in, pay my fees for parking the car and I’m on my way… or so I think I am. I failed to fill my water bottles previously. I expected that maybe there would be a spicket or someplace for that. So, I get to try the new water filter I have not even tested yet. The West Branch Peabody River follows the trail almost all the way. I fill my first bottle then dump that out and do it again, this time tasting the water. Not bad.

It begins

Finally on my way around 12:30 pm making my way to the Great Gulf Link Trail and then the intersection with the Osgood Trail. I will come to find out later that the Osgood Tent Platforms have been involved in a number of bear-related incidences during the last two summers. I continue on up the path further. I was already feeling my legs burn from the squats I decided to do on Sunday previous. Good thing I didn’t continue with those. I was going to need my legs. I see an opening ahead and I decide to take a break and to get a shot of where I am.

Mount Washington?


That is quite possibly Mt. Washington in the distance considering from where I took the shot. Further on down the road I come to the intersection of the Osgood Cutoff and Madison Gulf trails. Great Gulf is to the left and down a drop off. Not too bad so long as you hang on to trees or something sturdy. Once down there I lose sight of where the trail is supposed to head. I’m there for a short while. I have my map out when a trio joins me down the embankment wondering the same thing. They came from north of here on the Madison Gulf and were continuing south on it. We were looking at the maps, finally they decided it was across the creek, Parapet Brook I find out later on. I followed suit as there was nothing on this side of the brook. Success. What we were looking for was on the other side. There were just no markings across the brook to tell us that.

Boulder path

Crossing the brook I find the trail again. As I make my way through this section, I’m really feeling it in my legs. Little did I know of what lay ahead. What I would probably call large stones were starting to become boulders and were to become obstacles that I would have to step around or go over. I am carrying a pack on my back and climbing over these stones is like doing a stair stepper. Take a step, then up with the load. It was good to know that with every step I was making progress. What was not so nice was whenever the trail dropped back down after gaining rise. What a let down psychologically, all that work for nought. I’m going to have to make that back up. Truth is all that work was taking me closer to my goal. Even if I don’t make the summit, I would have made every effort trying. Months ago, a couple of years even, I had been thinking about coming out here and doing this and here I was doing it.

Onward and upward
Onward and upward

I researched my ass off on what I was going to need to do this and I bought everything I felt that I needed. Water, most essential, and no guarantee of clean water out here. They make filtration systems for that. I was in no shape for this and I was losing water. …Op, I can’t use my poles here..have to climb over… In the end I used my Katadyn water filter 5 times to fill up my two 1-liter Nalgene bottles on my pack’s side. I made certain there was going to be a river along my route in case I needed to top off my supply. The boots I was wearing, Salomon, saved my left ankle a couple of times on my way back and the most comfortable boots I’ve worn. Felt like sneakers I’ve had for a year, and they weren’t even broken in. My trekking poles, Outdoor, must haves. Helped me to maintain my balance numerous times in the uneven terrain. Even going from boulder to boulder without having to come down. Going across the river four or five times, the poles could go in the water for balance while my boots stayed dry on the few stones that were showing. Always good to have two other “legs” to help out. Being Outdoor brand they cost less, but I will tell you they held up like troopers. Falling several times on them when coming back and they did not bend or break on me. My Jetboil I had gotten after reading about it on Brian’s blogand doing more research online. I also found out about Clif Shot Blocs from his blog. They look like Jello shots, every three shots are 100 calories. I will say they go down much easier than a nutribar and definitely supplied me with the energy I needed on the go while doing the trail and they replenish electrolytes. They also didn’t make me feel like I ate half a book.

Home sweet home

I had now made it to Chandler Brook Trail and was on my way toward Wamsutta Trail and the last opportunity to turn off and head toward the Auto Road and try to get a ride back. After that point it’s go up to a ridge by way of either Great Gulf or Sphinx Trail or turn around. I chose to go on and ended up making camp just past the Wamsutta Trail way-point. It was getting late and I needed to get something warm in my belly and get some sleep to start early on Sunday. It was 6:30 pm. I had hiked for 6 hours today and with only four hours of sleep the previous night. A good nights rest could do me good. After setting up the tent, I pulled my Jetboil out, heated some water, and reconstituted some Lasagna with meat sauce. Wasn’t too bad. I cleaned up, put anything I figured would bring Ursa Major to my camp into the bear canister and wedged that between a couple of trees a ways from my tent. It was pretty quiet. Peaceful. I remember wondering if I was the only person out here in the wilderness. If a tree did fall out here in the forest, it made no sound. I slept good that night.

The Trek Back

River run

Five o’clock the following morning I was up. I had camp packed up by 6:00 am and was on my way again. What I thought was rough the day before was easier than what I was headed into now. A few scrambles by the river here and there to make things interesting. I was using my trekking poles less on some parts as I was leaning forward to keep my center of gravity more in front of me, the direction I wanted to go. And so I would be using my hands more to help keep my balance. I push on finally arriving at the Sphinx Trail. The last turn off. No camping beyond this point. Next stop was Spaulding Lake which I was looking forward to seeing. As I made my way there I remember calculating in the back of my mind the amount of rise I had left to do in the remaining leg after the lake. That was approximately 1800 feet in about a mile. I have gone up 3000 feet in the last six miles. So I was going from approximately 500 foot rise per mile to 2000 foot rise on this last mile. I was already having doubts whether I was going to be able to do it. I figured I would continue to the lake and decide while I took a break there.

Spaulding lake

Spaulding Lake was beautiful. The treeline was just above and it was much more open, hence why no camping is allowed here. I had been seriously considering leaving my backpack here and making a run for the summit without it. Not only had I been considering the effort in trying to summit, but also the amount of time I would need to complete this. If I summit, I would not have the time to get back to my Jeep and head for home today. It was already after 8:00 am and I was predicting that the last leg was going to take me at least two hours to finish. So that would be three to four hours up and back to the lake. Between yesterday and today it took me eight hours to get to where I am right now. I imagine it will be faster getting back down. I estimate six hours. That would put me at 6:00 pm tonight. Much too long. That would make this a twelve-hour day and I still would have a five-hour drive ahead of me to get back home.

Bears? Here?

I have no problem deciding to turn back. There will be other days. Don’t get me wrong, it would have been nice to summit and I will come back to do this. Only this time I will have first hand experience of what the trails are like and how they relate to the information on the maps that I have purchased. I have the rest of the summer and maybe some of the fall to work on other peaks and trails and I will enjoy doing those.

Throughout the trek I was regretting having to come back along this trail. Now I was actually looking forward to making my way back. I figured that some of the stones I made my way over were going to be difficult getting back down off of. They really weren’t too bad, but, whereas I can’t remember having fallen on my way up here, I fell plenty of times making my way down. More so when I was closer to the lake and less so as I progressed further. I tried to stay on the small stepping-stones. None of the big ones. I realized after having a few missteps that if I wasn’t careful I wouldn’t be walking out of here on my own. Not how I would want my first trip to end. I make it back to the Jeep at 2:30 pm pushing myself on the last two miles to get there. I drive on back to town and find a pizza place along the way. A small pizza and some tea sure hit the spot. I look around at a few places, thinking of staying and resting before the ride home, but after the food stop and finally being off my feet I’m feeling I can do this. I arrive home around nine o’clock that night

I take my backpack with me to work the following morning to put it on the scale to see how much weight I had been carrying. My goal was to make it around 25 to 30 pounds. The bag weighted 37 pounds. With the two liters of water I had in my bottles, that would have made it 40 pounds. Amazing how easily the pounds add up. I had read in a review of this backpack, The Osprey Atmos 65, that there was no lumbar support. In further reading I find that the lumbar is generally the lower back. The area between the diaphragm and the pelvis. This part of the lower back bears the most body weight and is the most flexible which is why many people have lower back pain. In my case though I overloaded the backpack, should have been kept it around 25 pounds and I ended up carrying some of the load on my shoulders. As sore as I was in my shoulders, I felt nothing more of it by the time I got home Sunday night. I also thought I would barely be able to walk at work the following day, but I only felt it slightly in my legs. Pretty good for an old man, huh :).

Well, that’s it for now. It took me a while to get this entry done. I will work on trying to do entries of this size in parts ensuring a more timely post. Until next post…