timmus
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Saturday morning I got dropped at the trailhead for Flume Slide trail, and I didn’t know what to expect for the day. I knew I had about 18 miles to reach my car at the Lincoln Woods trailhead, I had four +4000 ft to climb, three slides to travel and at least one bushwhack to go through.
Going up the Flume Slide trail was pretty slippery because wet. As I started to get views my mind got lighter, and I enjoyed my loneliness, mostly because it was my choice. I kinda needed a solo trip, just to see what level are my skills this summer. The summit of Flume was very nice but cold. Mostly cloudy, no rain and some views. I didn’t stay long, because when you can see Franconia Ridge in front of you, really, you just want to be there ASAP !
At the junction with Liberty Spring Trail I had the pleasure of seeing a mother grouse (not sure if I have the right bird here) with five little yellow chicks ! That was awesome; they never got scared of me so I took pictures until I was satisfied.
At that point I didn’t know if I would really go all the way to the Lincoln Slide or if I would backtrack from Liberty and bushwhack down to the Lincoln Brook trail. It seemed pretty open, and it was definitely shorter that way. But as soon as I stepped on the top of Liberty, I knew… There was no way I was turning my back to an alpine zone walk on Franconia ridge. From Little Haystack to summit of Lincoln I was smiling up to the ears, three years past since my last visit here and frankly I missed the place.
The Lincoln Slide was easy to spot, but I took a bad decision and exit the trail too fast. I ended up in some thick small spruces, and lost twenty minutes pushing like I never did before. Boy that was ugly ! Plus I was wearing shorts, because I didn’t expect getting into this. I finally got on the Slide and took a nice break. I could hear people talking on the ridge, and realized it was mostly French I could hear…
What a pleasant walk down on Lincoln Slide. The views of the Bonds were great, plus my final goal right in my face. As soon as I couldn’t stay on the brook anymore, I entered the woods on my right, went up a little and found mostly open woods ( just as Frodo told me ) . The rain started just as I reached the Lincoln Brook Trail. I headed south and took a break at the beginning of the Owl’s head herd path. All day I was sceptic about having enough energy left to climb this one, but seriously, being so close and not go for it ????!!!!
I got up the slide and I could hear the thunderstorm coming. I went as fast as possible, passed a group of 4, and they told me what I already knew about the true summit. I went up, took pictures of the two cairns and ran down (well maybe not on the slide). I was very glad to be done with the climbing. I knew there was a shortcut from the second crossing to Black Pond, so when I saw some kind of an herd path I decided to go for it. BIG MISTAKE !! I lost the herd path after 10 minutes, went probably too far west, and ended up I don’t know where, stuck between swampy areas, thick spruces and blowdowns everywhere ! It was pouring rain, getting dark (it was 6:30pm), and I had no GPS/friends to get me out of there. I knew the Lincoln Brook was somewhere on my left, so I followed my compass toward east and forgot about Black Pond. I was lucky the water level was low, so it was easy to walk on the river bank. I reached the Franconia Falls trail and felt really good seeing tourists. I changed for a dry shirt, put my gore-tex and walked the 2.6 remaining miles very fast. I was singing and whistling so I didn’t think about my scratches/swollen foot/ soaked and heavy pack/ hungry stomach/tired body. The only thing I had in my mind was the cold beer waiting for me at camp !
Motabobo had left my car and a nice congrats note in the parking lot, and I almost cried of joy when I got there. What a trip ! 13 hours of intense hiking. I am glad I did it but I realized I still have a lot to learn when it comes to off-trail navigation.
Pictures will be online soon.
Going up the Flume Slide trail was pretty slippery because wet. As I started to get views my mind got lighter, and I enjoyed my loneliness, mostly because it was my choice. I kinda needed a solo trip, just to see what level are my skills this summer. The summit of Flume was very nice but cold. Mostly cloudy, no rain and some views. I didn’t stay long, because when you can see Franconia Ridge in front of you, really, you just want to be there ASAP !
At the junction with Liberty Spring Trail I had the pleasure of seeing a mother grouse (not sure if I have the right bird here) with five little yellow chicks ! That was awesome; they never got scared of me so I took pictures until I was satisfied.
At that point I didn’t know if I would really go all the way to the Lincoln Slide or if I would backtrack from Liberty and bushwhack down to the Lincoln Brook trail. It seemed pretty open, and it was definitely shorter that way. But as soon as I stepped on the top of Liberty, I knew… There was no way I was turning my back to an alpine zone walk on Franconia ridge. From Little Haystack to summit of Lincoln I was smiling up to the ears, three years past since my last visit here and frankly I missed the place.
The Lincoln Slide was easy to spot, but I took a bad decision and exit the trail too fast. I ended up in some thick small spruces, and lost twenty minutes pushing like I never did before. Boy that was ugly ! Plus I was wearing shorts, because I didn’t expect getting into this. I finally got on the Slide and took a nice break. I could hear people talking on the ridge, and realized it was mostly French I could hear…
What a pleasant walk down on Lincoln Slide. The views of the Bonds were great, plus my final goal right in my face. As soon as I couldn’t stay on the brook anymore, I entered the woods on my right, went up a little and found mostly open woods ( just as Frodo told me ) . The rain started just as I reached the Lincoln Brook Trail. I headed south and took a break at the beginning of the Owl’s head herd path. All day I was sceptic about having enough energy left to climb this one, but seriously, being so close and not go for it ????!!!!
I got up the slide and I could hear the thunderstorm coming. I went as fast as possible, passed a group of 4, and they told me what I already knew about the true summit. I went up, took pictures of the two cairns and ran down (well maybe not on the slide). I was very glad to be done with the climbing. I knew there was a shortcut from the second crossing to Black Pond, so when I saw some kind of an herd path I decided to go for it. BIG MISTAKE !! I lost the herd path after 10 minutes, went probably too far west, and ended up I don’t know where, stuck between swampy areas, thick spruces and blowdowns everywhere ! It was pouring rain, getting dark (it was 6:30pm), and I had no GPS/friends to get me out of there. I knew the Lincoln Brook was somewhere on my left, so I followed my compass toward east and forgot about Black Pond. I was lucky the water level was low, so it was easy to walk on the river bank. I reached the Franconia Falls trail and felt really good seeing tourists. I changed for a dry shirt, put my gore-tex and walked the 2.6 remaining miles very fast. I was singing and whistling so I didn’t think about my scratches/swollen foot/ soaked and heavy pack/ hungry stomach/tired body. The only thing I had in my mind was the cold beer waiting for me at camp !
Motabobo had left my car and a nice congrats note in the parking lot, and I almost cried of joy when I got there. What a trip ! 13 hours of intense hiking. I am glad I did it but I realized I still have a lot to learn when it comes to off-trail navigation.
Pictures will be online soon.