Bondcliff. Only Bondcliff. 01/24/09
Bondcliff, NH via Lincoln Woods - 01/24/09
Meant as a postscript to this great trip report, to the tune of Trio's Da Da Da.
The Three Stooges Attempt the Bonds
Arriving at Lincoln Woods at 5:30, I saw some Views stickers and thus parked adjacent to those vehicles. While I had heard some folks might be heading across the Bonds via Zealand, I wasn't expecting to see anyone at this location nor at this time. Donna was suiting up for a cross country ski and Steve-O was already on his way down the trail.
And now, your early morning photos of the absolutely amazingly Lincoln Woods and Wilderness Trails:
6:19 AM, 6:34 AM, and 6:54 AM
After an exciting solo snowshoe along those fervid trails, I arrived at the Bondcliff Trail. Shortly thereafter, I stumbled across Steve-O. I asked him to dance for the camera, to which he replied, "I'm doing the elevator dance." "Elevator dance?" "Yeah, there's no steps to it."
"I lost my balance" "Oh, ya lost your balance, eh?" "Yeah" "Well go find it!"
Eventually, I reached the alpine zone. After gearing up, and having some Gu (Brighto, brighto, it makes old bodies new!), I ascended up 'scramble:'
Hearing the winds over the horizon, I pondered why I was going to ascend this. As hikers, "we're not ordinary people... we're morons!"
While the winds weren't too bad up to Bondcliff, the gusts were quite powerful on the ridge. I even let out a few 'woo woo woo woos' after some particularly puissant gusts.
Basically, a big gust would whip up from the Pemi, then wrap around and come back from the other side, carrying snow.
I made it to just about the low point between the peaks before turning back. What'll the world do without me? What'll I do without myself? I'm too young to die... too young and too handsome... uuunnnggghhh! Well, I'm too young.
Back at the treeline, I waited up for Steve O and Donna. Once they showed up, Donna asked, "what's yer watch say," to which I replied, "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick." She then slapped me across my face.
After gearing up, we were ready to give it a go. Steve-O, once bundled up, said "I'm as pretty as a picture," to which Donna replied, "yeah, of an ape!"
This was the easy part in terms of winds. Nonetheless, Steve-O said, "Hey Moe! I think we made da wrong toin!"
After reaching the highpoint, we decided to give the ridge a shot. If one of the Three Stooges was to become uncomfortable, we'd all quit (rather than replace said person with Shemp or Joe Besser). After a few dozen feet, a particularly powerful gust knocked Donna over, which was enough for me to declare, "our genius ain't appreciated around here... let's scram!"
Steve-O shouted, "hey, what's the big idea?" and Donna replied, "every time you think, you weaken the nation!"
Back in the trees, we soon met DaveBear (not pictured) (Donna asked about my ice axe, "What's that thing for," to which I replied, "just in case we meet a bear." "Yeah? Meet my bare hand").
Not long after, we bumped into another group of VFTTers. When someone asked about the conditions on the ridge, I replied "Completely illogical, preponderantly impracticable, and moreover - it stinks"
And then, (not pictured), we met up with another pair of VFTTers (""I am an artist!" "I am an artist too!" "Oh, a pair of drawers!").
After having some lunch ("if I'm going to work like a horse, I'm gonna eat like one!"), we called it a day.
"If at first you don't succeed, keep on suckin' til ya do suck seed!"
Bondcliff, NH via Lincoln Woods - 01/24/09
Meant as a postscript to this great trip report, to the tune of Trio's Da Da Da.
The Three Stooges Attempt the Bonds
Arriving at Lincoln Woods at 5:30, I saw some Views stickers and thus parked adjacent to those vehicles. While I had heard some folks might be heading across the Bonds via Zealand, I wasn't expecting to see anyone at this location nor at this time. Donna was suiting up for a cross country ski and Steve-O was already on his way down the trail.
And now, your early morning photos of the absolutely amazingly Lincoln Woods and Wilderness Trails:
6:19 AM, 6:34 AM, and 6:54 AM
After an exciting solo snowshoe along those fervid trails, I arrived at the Bondcliff Trail. Shortly thereafter, I stumbled across Steve-O. I asked him to dance for the camera, to which he replied, "I'm doing the elevator dance." "Elevator dance?" "Yeah, there's no steps to it."
"I lost my balance" "Oh, ya lost your balance, eh?" "Yeah" "Well go find it!"
Eventually, I reached the alpine zone. After gearing up, and having some Gu (Brighto, brighto, it makes old bodies new!), I ascended up 'scramble:'
Hearing the winds over the horizon, I pondered why I was going to ascend this. As hikers, "we're not ordinary people... we're morons!"
While the winds weren't too bad up to Bondcliff, the gusts were quite powerful on the ridge. I even let out a few 'woo woo woo woos' after some particularly puissant gusts.
Basically, a big gust would whip up from the Pemi, then wrap around and come back from the other side, carrying snow.
I made it to just about the low point between the peaks before turning back. What'll the world do without me? What'll I do without myself? I'm too young to die... too young and too handsome... uuunnnggghhh! Well, I'm too young.
Back at the treeline, I waited up for Steve O and Donna. Once they showed up, Donna asked, "what's yer watch say," to which I replied, "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick." She then slapped me across my face.
After gearing up, we were ready to give it a go. Steve-O, once bundled up, said "I'm as pretty as a picture," to which Donna replied, "yeah, of an ape!"
This was the easy part in terms of winds. Nonetheless, Steve-O said, "Hey Moe! I think we made da wrong toin!"
After reaching the highpoint, we decided to give the ridge a shot. If one of the Three Stooges was to become uncomfortable, we'd all quit (rather than replace said person with Shemp or Joe Besser). After a few dozen feet, a particularly powerful gust knocked Donna over, which was enough for me to declare, "our genius ain't appreciated around here... let's scram!"
Steve-O shouted, "hey, what's the big idea?" and Donna replied, "every time you think, you weaken the nation!"
Back in the trees, we soon met DaveBear (not pictured) (Donna asked about my ice axe, "What's that thing for," to which I replied, "just in case we meet a bear." "Yeah? Meet my bare hand").
Not long after, we bumped into another group of VFTTers. When someone asked about the conditions on the ridge, I replied "Completely illogical, preponderantly impracticable, and moreover - it stinks"
And then, (not pictured), we met up with another pair of VFTTers (""I am an artist!" "I am an artist too!" "Oh, a pair of drawers!").
After having some lunch ("if I'm going to work like a horse, I'm gonna eat like one!"), we called it a day.
"If at first you don't succeed, keep on suckin' til ya do suck seed!"
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