MattC
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I experienced my 1st "turn-around" today, which is probably a good thing. Myself and four others (mostly not VFTTers) attempted Kaaterskill High Peak.
The first unusual thing was a strange, but friendly dog which followed us up from the trail-head. It was sort of funny at first, but he just would not go back, and he ended up staying with us all day. It was a piece of cake for the most part until the real ascent. The Long Path section was well-packed by snowmobiles, and we bushwhacked a bit through a little gully as a shortcut over to the trail which loops around KHP and Round Top. We had some through-bare-trees-and-mist views of Indian Head, Twin and Sugarloaf from the flat area. Still our canine friend hung in there. I was worried because he was shivering a bit. We also had fed him a bit at this point. This may not have been smart since now he really liked staying with us, but by the time we fed him, he had showed no sign of going back anyway. At least now he had some calories in him.
We missed the blue summit trail and ended up just climbing the slope in another place. It was extremely steep but we did pretty well and negotiated a couple of medium-sized ledge areas. Our "mascot" was holding up admirably. We found our way back to the blue trail and continued up until we came to the really steep area just below Hurricane Ledge. Between the steepness of the grade and the two feet of snow, the crust came up to a point too high to lift a foot up onto. It wouldn't have given much purchase anyway. I proceeded to dig for a while, but there wasn't even enough ice on the rock for crampons. Nor were there any handholds. I really didn't want to give up since we were so close, but there just didn't seem to be a way to go further.
Fortunately, Laurie had some rope which helped me get back down from this spot I had gotten myself into. I laughed as I remembered the dog, and realized that there was no way he could have gotten over this slope, even if we somehow could have. Laurie named him Hurricane for the rest of the hike, which we all agreed was fitting. The way back was fun and pretty uneventful. We stopped briefly at the plane wreck site on the snowmobile loop and basically just enjoyed a casual pace back.
Back at the cars it was food-time. Two of our group had intended to finish their winter 35, but the failure to reach the summit didn't stop us from digging into the celebration chow! Two pies, cheesecake and chocolate strawberries. Fuggetaboudit.
Our canine friend gladly accepted some more food but wouldn't take any water which I thought was strange. He was definitely clean and fit enough that he must have lived nearby, but he stayed at the parking lot after we left. We didn't know what else to do with him since his tag only had his vets name and not the owners name or number. Any thoughts on this? Maybe we should have tried harder to shoo him back right at the outset of the hike.
Matt
The first unusual thing was a strange, but friendly dog which followed us up from the trail-head. It was sort of funny at first, but he just would not go back, and he ended up staying with us all day. It was a piece of cake for the most part until the real ascent. The Long Path section was well-packed by snowmobiles, and we bushwhacked a bit through a little gully as a shortcut over to the trail which loops around KHP and Round Top. We had some through-bare-trees-and-mist views of Indian Head, Twin and Sugarloaf from the flat area. Still our canine friend hung in there. I was worried because he was shivering a bit. We also had fed him a bit at this point. This may not have been smart since now he really liked staying with us, but by the time we fed him, he had showed no sign of going back anyway. At least now he had some calories in him.
We missed the blue summit trail and ended up just climbing the slope in another place. It was extremely steep but we did pretty well and negotiated a couple of medium-sized ledge areas. Our "mascot" was holding up admirably. We found our way back to the blue trail and continued up until we came to the really steep area just below Hurricane Ledge. Between the steepness of the grade and the two feet of snow, the crust came up to a point too high to lift a foot up onto. It wouldn't have given much purchase anyway. I proceeded to dig for a while, but there wasn't even enough ice on the rock for crampons. Nor were there any handholds. I really didn't want to give up since we were so close, but there just didn't seem to be a way to go further.
Fortunately, Laurie had some rope which helped me get back down from this spot I had gotten myself into. I laughed as I remembered the dog, and realized that there was no way he could have gotten over this slope, even if we somehow could have. Laurie named him Hurricane for the rest of the hike, which we all agreed was fitting. The way back was fun and pretty uneventful. We stopped briefly at the plane wreck site on the snowmobile loop and basically just enjoyed a casual pace back.
Back at the cars it was food-time. Two of our group had intended to finish their winter 35, but the failure to reach the summit didn't stop us from digging into the celebration chow! Two pies, cheesecake and chocolate strawberries. Fuggetaboudit.
Our canine friend gladly accepted some more food but wouldn't take any water which I thought was strange. He was definitely clean and fit enough that he must have lived nearby, but he stayed at the parking lot after we left. We didn't know what else to do with him since his tag only had his vets name and not the owners name or number. Any thoughts on this? Maybe we should have tried harder to shoo him back right at the outset of the hike.
Matt
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