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This past weeked, I dragged my friend Dave up to Baxter State Park in Maine for two days of peakbagging. We wanted to get all of the New England Hundred Highest peaks in the park, and it was fairly easy to do with two 12 or 13 mile hikes from the West side of Katahdin.
We left at 2:00 AM on saturday morning from the seacoast of NH and made awesome time up to Baxter. We were in line at the gate by 6:45 but we wouldn't get through the gate until 7:45. It was unbelievable how many people were heading for Katahdin. We lucked out in that there were only 4 parking spots left at Katahdin Stream, as that was our original plan and Roaring Brook and Abol Campground had already filled up!
We hit the trail at 8:15 and signed the log - 99 people had left this particular trailhead before us, including a group of 29 from Bates College. We made good time and had passed 70 people by the time we got to the Gateway, and then we ran into problems because it turned out that Dave is afraid of heights! While I didn't think this trail was particularly precarious, he took his time going up the ridge to Tableland since it was windy and cloudy up high and rime ice had been forming on all the rocks and sedge grass at the higher elevations.
After we made it to the Tableland, we cruised over to Thoreau Falls and up to the summit. Dave completed his New England high points, and we weaved our way through the throngs of people on the summit. I have never seen a summit that didn't have an auto road so crowded! There was a group of at least 40 students from Bowdoin College that was standing in line to have pictures taken with the freshly repainted AT sign. I got a kick out of one girl that had somehow made it up there with jeans, sunglasses, a fur-fringed coat and a funky hat cocked sideways. I honestly thought she was Lindsey Lohan for a second.
From there, we moved on over to Hamlin Peak. It was a stark contrast as the clouds had lifted and there were only two other people on the summit. It was turning out to be a gorgeous day with a bit of a stiff breeze. The foliage in the valley was amazing.
From Hamlin Peak we headed back to the Tableland and descended the Abol Trail. Once again, Dave had problems with his fears of falling. At one point a couple teenage boys passed us, just hopping and jogging down the scree. Not two minutes after they passed us, one kid turned his ankle in the rocks, but after a couple minutes he shook it off and continued on his jog down the slope.
Once we were back to the trailhead, we decided to jog the 2.3 miles back up the Tote road back to the car. It was a nice way to cool down and reflect on the trip. I even took a dip in Togue Pond on the way out of the park. Brrr!
Day two began even earlier as we were at the gates by 6:15 AM. We hit the Marston Trail at 7:15 with the plan of summiting Coe, South and North Brother, and bushwhacking to Fort and seeing the old plane wreck up there. It was amazing to see that only 5 people had been on this trail the previous day and we were the first ones on Sunday.
The trail to Coe slide was beautiful, and I thought going up the slide was exhilharating. My companion had even more troubles here since he was afraid of the wet slabs. We summited Coe in just under 2 hours and were almost blown off the peak by the stiff winds. The trail was a bit overgrown over to the junction to South Brother, but it was still pretty nice. We took some photos on South Brother's summit, then headed over to North Brother.
The trail follows a stream for awhile and the trail is getting eroded quite a bit. Before long, we were climbing steeply to the summit, where we took some panoramic photos and tried to stay out of the wind.
The herd path to Fort was quite easy to follow. It took 36 minutes to get to the summit of Fort. From there, we followed the ride across to where the flagging lead us through the trees and down to the plane wreck. It was quite a sight to see and we took more pictures. From there, we contoured and bushwhacked back to the herd path and headed back over North Brother and back to the car. This trip took us 8 hours total, but we were dawdling and spending a lot of time enjoying the views. Back at the trail register, we found out that only one other person had hiked the trail today, whom we never saw. What a difference from one day to the next!
All in all, it was an amazing weekend. Now I just have to get over to Old Speck to complete my 67. No rush, though. I may get to it by the end of the year.
Pictures are here... enjoy!
We left at 2:00 AM on saturday morning from the seacoast of NH and made awesome time up to Baxter. We were in line at the gate by 6:45 but we wouldn't get through the gate until 7:45. It was unbelievable how many people were heading for Katahdin. We lucked out in that there were only 4 parking spots left at Katahdin Stream, as that was our original plan and Roaring Brook and Abol Campground had already filled up!
We hit the trail at 8:15 and signed the log - 99 people had left this particular trailhead before us, including a group of 29 from Bates College. We made good time and had passed 70 people by the time we got to the Gateway, and then we ran into problems because it turned out that Dave is afraid of heights! While I didn't think this trail was particularly precarious, he took his time going up the ridge to Tableland since it was windy and cloudy up high and rime ice had been forming on all the rocks and sedge grass at the higher elevations.
After we made it to the Tableland, we cruised over to Thoreau Falls and up to the summit. Dave completed his New England high points, and we weaved our way through the throngs of people on the summit. I have never seen a summit that didn't have an auto road so crowded! There was a group of at least 40 students from Bowdoin College that was standing in line to have pictures taken with the freshly repainted AT sign. I got a kick out of one girl that had somehow made it up there with jeans, sunglasses, a fur-fringed coat and a funky hat cocked sideways. I honestly thought she was Lindsey Lohan for a second.
From there, we moved on over to Hamlin Peak. It was a stark contrast as the clouds had lifted and there were only two other people on the summit. It was turning out to be a gorgeous day with a bit of a stiff breeze. The foliage in the valley was amazing.
From Hamlin Peak we headed back to the Tableland and descended the Abol Trail. Once again, Dave had problems with his fears of falling. At one point a couple teenage boys passed us, just hopping and jogging down the scree. Not two minutes after they passed us, one kid turned his ankle in the rocks, but after a couple minutes he shook it off and continued on his jog down the slope.
Once we were back to the trailhead, we decided to jog the 2.3 miles back up the Tote road back to the car. It was a nice way to cool down and reflect on the trip. I even took a dip in Togue Pond on the way out of the park. Brrr!
Day two began even earlier as we were at the gates by 6:15 AM. We hit the Marston Trail at 7:15 with the plan of summiting Coe, South and North Brother, and bushwhacking to Fort and seeing the old plane wreck up there. It was amazing to see that only 5 people had been on this trail the previous day and we were the first ones on Sunday.
The trail to Coe slide was beautiful, and I thought going up the slide was exhilharating. My companion had even more troubles here since he was afraid of the wet slabs. We summited Coe in just under 2 hours and were almost blown off the peak by the stiff winds. The trail was a bit overgrown over to the junction to South Brother, but it was still pretty nice. We took some photos on South Brother's summit, then headed over to North Brother.
The trail follows a stream for awhile and the trail is getting eroded quite a bit. Before long, we were climbing steeply to the summit, where we took some panoramic photos and tried to stay out of the wind.
The herd path to Fort was quite easy to follow. It took 36 minutes to get to the summit of Fort. From there, we followed the ride across to where the flagging lead us through the trees and down to the plane wreck. It was quite a sight to see and we took more pictures. From there, we contoured and bushwhacked back to the herd path and headed back over North Brother and back to the car. This trip took us 8 hours total, but we were dawdling and spending a lot of time enjoying the views. Back at the trail register, we found out that only one other person had hiked the trail today, whom we never saw. What a difference from one day to the next!
All in all, it was an amazing weekend. Now I just have to get over to Old Speck to complete my 67. No rush, though. I may get to it by the end of the year.
Pictures are here... enjoy!