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This past weekend I had the pleasure of going to the Bigelow Range on a Backpack Trip with Mad Townie. This is a special place to both of us.
We met up at the road to the trailhead for the Fire Warden’s Trail, and I was running a bit late… Soon we were reacquainted, geared up and had the sled packed and bungeed and we were on the trail, well, at least the road to the trailhead.
We plodded along talking up a storm about all subjects great and small. But the conversation must have been quite entertaining to us both, since we blew by the trailhead, blew past the power lines and just kept going along the snowmobile trails for quite some time before we both realized we had made some sort of mistake.
Townie flagged down a snowmobile and asked the nice man a few questions, and then we headed back and got onto the trail, just a little later than planned!
Once on the trail the conversation was less and the snowshoes went on. Instead of crossing the outlet for the pond we chose to cross over the pond itself then head back to the trail. From here on we broke trail the entire way. And since Townie weighs about ten pounds more than me, he ended up breaking the trail again, after I had broken through in front of him! Talk about a lot of work.
After a while the sled became more work that it was worth, and Townie stashed it on the side of the trail and threw his pack on his back. Off we went again. After a short while Townie made the mistake of calculating how much weight he was carrying on his back, never ever a good thing to do to yourself while backpacking!
The day was a beautiful one, winds up high, severe clear blue skies and not a fluffy white cloud in sight. The temps were great too, cool enough to wear several layers and if you got too warm, just slow down for a spell and your core cooled off nicely. Perfect weather for a couple of ‘Mainers’!
Even thought we were breaking trail the entire way, it was fairly obvious where it was, and I don’t think we were too far off it at any point. Townie pointed out to me at one part of the trail where we were looking for a blaze that since it was a Fire Warden’s Trail, more than likely it went in a fairly straight line. Getting from point A to point B being the main objective, a straight line is the fastest route. I had never thought about certain trails being built for another purpose than hiking, but it made perfect sense.
We arrived at the Moosefalls Campsite and were not exactly surprised we had the whole place to ourselves. We stamped out a nice spot for the tent and another for our ‘dining room’ and got to work setting up home for the night. Always an interesting and um, learning experience with a new tent!
After a wonderful dinner and conversation we turned in and got some rest. We got snowed on all night long. The skies were perfectly clear and there were billions and billions of stars, but we had our own little blizzard in the tent. Once morning came I was served ‘breakfast in sleeping bag’, and when I sat up I noticed a little tag inside the tent for the first time. WARNING: a few things were mentioned, including ‘you must adequately ventilate tent at all times, suffocation and death could occur. At which time I looked up, saw the three closed vents in the top of the tent and the one larger one at the back of the tent, all covered in a thick layer of frost from our breathing. Ok Christine, live and learn…
We met up at the road to the trailhead for the Fire Warden’s Trail, and I was running a bit late… Soon we were reacquainted, geared up and had the sled packed and bungeed and we were on the trail, well, at least the road to the trailhead.
We plodded along talking up a storm about all subjects great and small. But the conversation must have been quite entertaining to us both, since we blew by the trailhead, blew past the power lines and just kept going along the snowmobile trails for quite some time before we both realized we had made some sort of mistake.
Townie flagged down a snowmobile and asked the nice man a few questions, and then we headed back and got onto the trail, just a little later than planned!
Once on the trail the conversation was less and the snowshoes went on. Instead of crossing the outlet for the pond we chose to cross over the pond itself then head back to the trail. From here on we broke trail the entire way. And since Townie weighs about ten pounds more than me, he ended up breaking the trail again, after I had broken through in front of him! Talk about a lot of work.
After a while the sled became more work that it was worth, and Townie stashed it on the side of the trail and threw his pack on his back. Off we went again. After a short while Townie made the mistake of calculating how much weight he was carrying on his back, never ever a good thing to do to yourself while backpacking!
The day was a beautiful one, winds up high, severe clear blue skies and not a fluffy white cloud in sight. The temps were great too, cool enough to wear several layers and if you got too warm, just slow down for a spell and your core cooled off nicely. Perfect weather for a couple of ‘Mainers’!
Even thought we were breaking trail the entire way, it was fairly obvious where it was, and I don’t think we were too far off it at any point. Townie pointed out to me at one part of the trail where we were looking for a blaze that since it was a Fire Warden’s Trail, more than likely it went in a fairly straight line. Getting from point A to point B being the main objective, a straight line is the fastest route. I had never thought about certain trails being built for another purpose than hiking, but it made perfect sense.
We arrived at the Moosefalls Campsite and were not exactly surprised we had the whole place to ourselves. We stamped out a nice spot for the tent and another for our ‘dining room’ and got to work setting up home for the night. Always an interesting and um, learning experience with a new tent!
After a wonderful dinner and conversation we turned in and got some rest. We got snowed on all night long. The skies were perfectly clear and there were billions and billions of stars, but we had our own little blizzard in the tent. Once morning came I was served ‘breakfast in sleeping bag’, and when I sat up I noticed a little tag inside the tent for the first time. WARNING: a few things were mentioned, including ‘you must adequately ventilate tent at all times, suffocation and death could occur. At which time I looked up, saw the three closed vents in the top of the tent and the one larger one at the back of the tent, all covered in a thick layer of frost from our breathing. Ok Christine, live and learn…