Doc McPeak
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To close out winter, a nice weekend spent deep in the woods, conversing with friends old and new, and capping off my W46 season with a long anticipated bushwhack to a peak that picqued my curiosity on my first trip into the southern High Peaks. Stoking the wood stove, eating Phil's famous and hearty spa-get and drinking several pints of good english ales was the perfect warm-up for a nice 9:30 departure into the wilds of the North River Range.
A pair of early 46ers had joined the fun aboard a racing sled, and soon our troop was divided into those hiking, and those being whisked the mile upwind to our approximate starting point. I opted for a frightening start to the voyage and went for a five minute slalom course while enjoying the great bouncing views of the backslopes of Cliff, Redfield, Allen, and the Macintyres. Soon we were prancing through open birch forests, trying our best to keep up with our fearless and tireless trailbreaker, Alex.
The snow and woods remained in great shape for the first 500' to 800' feet of ascent, then gradually things alternated between nice openings, to tight snake slithering (always fun for a tall heavyweight with 36" clown's feet on) to pits of white quick sand. Our fearless leader has great abilities at hovering over these pits and leaving them for the heavyweights (usually me) to enjoy. Which I did, luckily the score card stayed in the low hockey range and the great weather and half-consolidated snow made for a slow but steady climb. Yes, a good time was had by all during the opening periods.
Three hours later we came to our first truly stellar views (many sweet glimpses up to then) and the entire valley opened up all the way from the shoulder of North River to the Santanonis, Sewards, Henderson, Adams, MacNaughton, Calamity, the MacIntyres, Cliff, Redfield, Skylight, Allen, and a half hour later, Nippletop, Dix, Hough, Macomb, Giant, and Rocky Peak Ridge. The western to northern panorama opened up completely, and the rest filled in with the climb.
The scrappy bushwhack was wearing on us, but a good positive attitude prevailed like a champ... until we broke on to the flat before the summit cone. Looking up to see a hundred foot band of cliffs stretch the entire width of the mountain before us was good for some laughs. But our seasoned navigator Christine spotted a "cleft in the middle" which we could easily slither up. Well, she's usually right, and after switchbacking our way against the icy wall several times, we indeed squeezed through the shoot and on to the summit.
No signs of any visitors this winter, except for a strand of old tape around the tree on the height of land, and a couple of Mary Kay stickers. After applying some blush to the gash in my cheek several of us scampered about chasing down the views, while the others ran back toward the cabin and it's caretaker Jack Daniels. Cindy and Mike had opted for the grade A festivities for the day, and caught up to us mid-cliffs after banging out Allen first. Together we enjoyed a leisurely walk back down the stiffening trail, savoring these unique views of favorite peaks, and then hitchhiked rides back to the cabin from Ben the Mad Sledder. Several Black and Tans, some yummy chow, and couple of games of pitch and we were saying goodnight like Little House on the East River. A perfect wrap to a memorable season.
Photos are here for your amusement:
http://community.webshots.com/album/301303054KeGUNT
A pair of early 46ers had joined the fun aboard a racing sled, and soon our troop was divided into those hiking, and those being whisked the mile upwind to our approximate starting point. I opted for a frightening start to the voyage and went for a five minute slalom course while enjoying the great bouncing views of the backslopes of Cliff, Redfield, Allen, and the Macintyres. Soon we were prancing through open birch forests, trying our best to keep up with our fearless and tireless trailbreaker, Alex.
The snow and woods remained in great shape for the first 500' to 800' feet of ascent, then gradually things alternated between nice openings, to tight snake slithering (always fun for a tall heavyweight with 36" clown's feet on) to pits of white quick sand. Our fearless leader has great abilities at hovering over these pits and leaving them for the heavyweights (usually me) to enjoy. Which I did, luckily the score card stayed in the low hockey range and the great weather and half-consolidated snow made for a slow but steady climb. Yes, a good time was had by all during the opening periods.
Three hours later we came to our first truly stellar views (many sweet glimpses up to then) and the entire valley opened up all the way from the shoulder of North River to the Santanonis, Sewards, Henderson, Adams, MacNaughton, Calamity, the MacIntyres, Cliff, Redfield, Skylight, Allen, and a half hour later, Nippletop, Dix, Hough, Macomb, Giant, and Rocky Peak Ridge. The western to northern panorama opened up completely, and the rest filled in with the climb.
The scrappy bushwhack was wearing on us, but a good positive attitude prevailed like a champ... until we broke on to the flat before the summit cone. Looking up to see a hundred foot band of cliffs stretch the entire width of the mountain before us was good for some laughs. But our seasoned navigator Christine spotted a "cleft in the middle" which we could easily slither up. Well, she's usually right, and after switchbacking our way against the icy wall several times, we indeed squeezed through the shoot and on to the summit.
No signs of any visitors this winter, except for a strand of old tape around the tree on the height of land, and a couple of Mary Kay stickers. After applying some blush to the gash in my cheek several of us scampered about chasing down the views, while the others ran back toward the cabin and it's caretaker Jack Daniels. Cindy and Mike had opted for the grade A festivities for the day, and caught up to us mid-cliffs after banging out Allen first. Together we enjoyed a leisurely walk back down the stiffening trail, savoring these unique views of favorite peaks, and then hitchhiked rides back to the cabin from Ben the Mad Sledder. Several Black and Tans, some yummy chow, and couple of games of pitch and we were saying goodnight like Little House on the East River. A perfect wrap to a memorable season.
Photos are here for your amusement:
http://community.webshots.com/album/301303054KeGUNT