alpinista
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Talk about a warm up hike. This one was a scorcher!
AMSTony, SteveHiker and I headed up to Maine yesterday with the goal of scoring the Crockers and the bushwack to Redington. Well, best-laid plans...
For one, it took us a long time to figure out where the AT trailhead was off the Caribou Pond Road. Poor Steve's SUV was taking quite a bruisin' not-so-cruisin' along this bumpy, rutted out road. We were just about to give up and head back down this road to park at the AT trailhead off of Routes 16/27. But as luck would have it -- and we hate to admit this -- but we passed a cyclist who was actually out in this 90-plus heat, and we decided to ask him for directions.
We doubled back while he pedaled up the trail, and he stopped to show us the entry way. Phew!
It was 11:30 a.m. by the time we hit the trail. The heat was thick, barely a breeze. It was do-able when we were under tree cover -- though barely. But by the time you make it to the first slide, the sun is radiating off those rocks, and it just wipes you out.
We all started to slow down, and by the time we made it to South Crocker, I for one was absolutely out of it. This was chest-heaving stuff, the kind of heat that makes your heart pound even if you're standing still.
The South Crocker summit was mostly tree covered. But if you crane your neck, you can see sky and some of the mountains off in the distance. But this was not a summit to linger. Besides, we had a plan: to tag South Crocker, head over to Crocker, then double back and do the bushwack to Redington.
So we pressed on.
Almost as soon as you leave South Crocker, the trail descends. Great! What goes down, must go up if the next summit over is 200 feet higher!
On the way back, I knew I wouldn't be heading to Redington. My camelback was drained, leaving me with just half a Nalgene bottle of Cytomax. I was feeling chills along my back, which had sweated up a storm. But I figured the guys could head to Redington while I headed back the trail.
When he traced our steps back to South Crocker, Steve gave me his car keys, while he and Tony headed into the woods to head to Redington. I decided I'd sit a while and rest up for the slog back. But within minutes, they were back in the clearing. I hear Tony say, "the mountain's not going anywhere."
They were low on water -- and energy -- too, and we all were thinking the same thing: We didn't want to end up in the accident reports of Appalachia, or the subjects of Unsolved Mysteries!
So back we went, all three of us.
Two outta three ain't bad!
The best part of the day just might have been before we started. Wildlife was all around. We spotted a bear cub running across I-93 just south of Franconia Notch, then heading into the woods. We then spotted what appeared to be a gangly, teenage bear crossing Route 115 just beyond 302.
Soon after, we saw a dead moose along Route 115/2, and then a live moose along Route 16. Wow!
Here are pix:
http://community.webshots.com/album/379066780JnLYVs
AMSTony, SteveHiker and I headed up to Maine yesterday with the goal of scoring the Crockers and the bushwack to Redington. Well, best-laid plans...
For one, it took us a long time to figure out where the AT trailhead was off the Caribou Pond Road. Poor Steve's SUV was taking quite a bruisin' not-so-cruisin' along this bumpy, rutted out road. We were just about to give up and head back down this road to park at the AT trailhead off of Routes 16/27. But as luck would have it -- and we hate to admit this -- but we passed a cyclist who was actually out in this 90-plus heat, and we decided to ask him for directions.
We doubled back while he pedaled up the trail, and he stopped to show us the entry way. Phew!
It was 11:30 a.m. by the time we hit the trail. The heat was thick, barely a breeze. It was do-able when we were under tree cover -- though barely. But by the time you make it to the first slide, the sun is radiating off those rocks, and it just wipes you out.
We all started to slow down, and by the time we made it to South Crocker, I for one was absolutely out of it. This was chest-heaving stuff, the kind of heat that makes your heart pound even if you're standing still.
The South Crocker summit was mostly tree covered. But if you crane your neck, you can see sky and some of the mountains off in the distance. But this was not a summit to linger. Besides, we had a plan: to tag South Crocker, head over to Crocker, then double back and do the bushwack to Redington.
So we pressed on.
Almost as soon as you leave South Crocker, the trail descends. Great! What goes down, must go up if the next summit over is 200 feet higher!
On the way back, I knew I wouldn't be heading to Redington. My camelback was drained, leaving me with just half a Nalgene bottle of Cytomax. I was feeling chills along my back, which had sweated up a storm. But I figured the guys could head to Redington while I headed back the trail.
When he traced our steps back to South Crocker, Steve gave me his car keys, while he and Tony headed into the woods to head to Redington. I decided I'd sit a while and rest up for the slog back. But within minutes, they were back in the clearing. I hear Tony say, "the mountain's not going anywhere."
They were low on water -- and energy -- too, and we all were thinking the same thing: We didn't want to end up in the accident reports of Appalachia, or the subjects of Unsolved Mysteries!
So back we went, all three of us.
Two outta three ain't bad!
The best part of the day just might have been before we started. Wildlife was all around. We spotted a bear cub running across I-93 just south of Franconia Notch, then heading into the woods. We then spotted what appeared to be a gangly, teenage bear crossing Route 115 just beyond 302.
Soon after, we saw a dead moose along Route 115/2, and then a live moose along Route 16. Wow!
Here are pix:
http://community.webshots.com/album/379066780JnLYVs
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