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So last weekend a group from my university outing club hiked to the top of Howe Peak in memory of a very good friend of ours. It was his favorite hike to bring people on. Many unsuspecting newcomers got sucked into the rock hop up to the source of Connor Brook and then bushwhack to the summit.
So we set off in two groups. One group took the traditional bushwhack. I had never had the chance to do the hike his way while he was still alive and really wanted to do it, but I decided it was more appropriate for me to lead his family up. My friend who was the last to do that particular hike with him in November also joined us. So the hike up Shelbourne Trail was uneventful. And we bushwhacked pretty easily to the top of a rock surrounded by trees. One of the trees had a jar with the Howe Peak Log in it. The log had a note from one of the members of our hiking club. So we must have been at the right peak. After waiting for the others for a while, my friend starts calling for the other group. They respond. So we wait longer. We yell again, they respond, it sounds like they’ve moved a little too far to the West. So after about an hour of yelling at each other, and not really hearing what the responses were but the responses sounding like the group is wandering around lost to our left, one of the members of the other group shows up. “I came to bring you to the summit”
“We are at the summit, there’s a jar to prove it”
“No you guys are wandering around lost”
“You guys are wandering around lost, we’ve been staying put”
“Well our summit is higher, we have a view, and it’s the summit Travis always brought us to.”
So both groups had stayed put at their summits thinking the other group was wandering around the woods lost. We bushwhacked another half-hour and made it to the real summit, cursing that jar the whole way. I think I’m going to have to go back to that rock get the jar and move it to the real summit.
I’m sure our friend just sat there and laughed at the situation from where ever he was. After all, his favorite way of introducing himself was followed by “I make things go slightly awry”
So we set off in two groups. One group took the traditional bushwhack. I had never had the chance to do the hike his way while he was still alive and really wanted to do it, but I decided it was more appropriate for me to lead his family up. My friend who was the last to do that particular hike with him in November also joined us. So the hike up Shelbourne Trail was uneventful. And we bushwhacked pretty easily to the top of a rock surrounded by trees. One of the trees had a jar with the Howe Peak Log in it. The log had a note from one of the members of our hiking club. So we must have been at the right peak. After waiting for the others for a while, my friend starts calling for the other group. They respond. So we wait longer. We yell again, they respond, it sounds like they’ve moved a little too far to the West. So after about an hour of yelling at each other, and not really hearing what the responses were but the responses sounding like the group is wandering around lost to our left, one of the members of the other group shows up. “I came to bring you to the summit”
“We are at the summit, there’s a jar to prove it”
“No you guys are wandering around lost”
“You guys are wandering around lost, we’ve been staying put”
“Well our summit is higher, we have a view, and it’s the summit Travis always brought us to.”
So both groups had stayed put at their summits thinking the other group was wandering around the woods lost. We bushwhacked another half-hour and made it to the real summit, cursing that jar the whole way. I think I’m going to have to go back to that rock get the jar and move it to the real summit.
I’m sure our friend just sat there and laughed at the situation from where ever he was. After all, his favorite way of introducing himself was followed by “I make things go slightly awry”
