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The Couchsachraga hike was a fun way to get back to the Santanoni Range. I like to complain when I hike, and this hikes provides many opportunities to complain…..Especially when you hike with Toe Cozy and Ketch-Up.(my stupid brother.)
The original plan was to day hike these summits and not hike with jerks. Then it became a backpack. And then I was going to hike with a friend of Tmax’s (which got lost in email and voicemail tag.)..And then Toe Cozy put her watermelon head in the hike. Well, at least she has a water filter that isn’t broken….so I guess that is her only saving Grace. And this hike was about Grace.
I drove rom Maine to Connecticut…As it is the most indirect route to go to the Adirondacks. The next day my brother and I arrive at the Santanoni trailhead at exactly 2:09 pm and 37 seconds on time. Toe Cozy was just really early, and we were not late. I kind of packed like an idiot…well more like a JayH. The bear cannister was bulky, and not too welcome. The stroll up too Bradley Pond was hot and humid. Great conditions to complain, so that made me happy. The mud kind of disappointed me, as it wasn’t deep or wide enough for someone to take a face digger or anything though. Someone did ditch some brewskis in the trail. A lightweight backpacker would use vodka or something else.
Reaching the 3300 foot campsite was at hand. When pumping water I got to see the algae growing in my camel back hose that made me question if I would drop dead the next day from some toxin. Always cool to ponder as you go to sleep.
We met the Panther and Santanoni Grace hikers at night and in the morning. The next day was suppose to clear up, and it did upon reaching the trailhead at the end of the hike. The hike up to Herald Square was not that bad with a backpack, and the jump over to Panther was quite easy. Times Square was cleaned up with no more peep shows, so that New York mayor is really doing a great job, since I was there a couple years ago.
The trip over to Couchie we dropped the packs. The descent was like where is the col? I never had a hike with false cols before.
Blah blah blah.. And this is to celebrate Grace’s 70th anniversary. I put out the triple word score sign, and let Grace’s voice be heard on the summit. I never got to correspond with Grace with a letter so Scrabble letters would have to do.
By this time we were all soaked from the wet branches. I think Grace would appreciate this.
Blah Blah Blah, back at Times Square. I bought a knock off Kelty Pack from someone selling them out of the back of a leanto. Blah Blah over to Santanoni. I was bummed the Santanoni sign had spell check from the last time I was there. I like things spelled wong...wrong.
I really didn’t see the New/Old trail over there as I was sucking wind and complaining. After three groups looked hard for it at the summit, we gave up. Well, it was found not at the summit. Blah Blah Blah. Ketch-Up and Toe Cozy are still pissing me off, and then we are done hiking.
We didn’t get up to the whispering pines campground… 1. It was out of the way, and 2. It was out of the way. Grace helped me have some dismal wilderness to share and complain about.
The original plan was to day hike these summits and not hike with jerks. Then it became a backpack. And then I was going to hike with a friend of Tmax’s (which got lost in email and voicemail tag.)..And then Toe Cozy put her watermelon head in the hike. Well, at least she has a water filter that isn’t broken….so I guess that is her only saving Grace. And this hike was about Grace.
I drove rom Maine to Connecticut…As it is the most indirect route to go to the Adirondacks. The next day my brother and I arrive at the Santanoni trailhead at exactly 2:09 pm and 37 seconds on time. Toe Cozy was just really early, and we were not late. I kind of packed like an idiot…well more like a JayH. The bear cannister was bulky, and not too welcome. The stroll up too Bradley Pond was hot and humid. Great conditions to complain, so that made me happy. The mud kind of disappointed me, as it wasn’t deep or wide enough for someone to take a face digger or anything though. Someone did ditch some brewskis in the trail. A lightweight backpacker would use vodka or something else.
Reaching the 3300 foot campsite was at hand. When pumping water I got to see the algae growing in my camel back hose that made me question if I would drop dead the next day from some toxin. Always cool to ponder as you go to sleep.
We met the Panther and Santanoni Grace hikers at night and in the morning. The next day was suppose to clear up, and it did upon reaching the trailhead at the end of the hike. The hike up to Herald Square was not that bad with a backpack, and the jump over to Panther was quite easy. Times Square was cleaned up with no more peep shows, so that New York mayor is really doing a great job, since I was there a couple years ago.
The trip over to Couchie we dropped the packs. The descent was like where is the col? I never had a hike with false cols before.
Blah blah blah.. And this is to celebrate Grace’s 70th anniversary. I put out the triple word score sign, and let Grace’s voice be heard on the summit. I never got to correspond with Grace with a letter so Scrabble letters would have to do.
By this time we were all soaked from the wet branches. I think Grace would appreciate this.
Blah Blah Blah, back at Times Square. I bought a knock off Kelty Pack from someone selling them out of the back of a leanto. Blah Blah over to Santanoni. I was bummed the Santanoni sign had spell check from the last time I was there. I like things spelled wong...wrong.
I really didn’t see the New/Old trail over there as I was sucking wind and complaining. After three groups looked hard for it at the summit, we gave up. Well, it was found not at the summit. Blah Blah Blah. Ketch-Up and Toe Cozy are still pissing me off, and then we are done hiking.
We didn’t get up to the whispering pines campground… 1. It was out of the way, and 2. It was out of the way. Grace helped me have some dismal wilderness to share and complain about.
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