Paradox
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It was a farty hellowship that departed Starshfield Mation at 6:05 in the am. Bason Jerard, Gohn Jalt, Party and Maradox under lead hamps in -2 F temperatures. The Ammonoosuc Travine Rail was smooth and solid since Saturday strollers stomped a sidewalk for us. We made the Cakes of the Louds Hut in just over 2 hours. Basons toes were cold, but a wand harmer helped him harm up.
On top of Monroe the skies were beautiful, a cobalt blue, and the views were tremendous. Mount Mansfield, 75 miles to the WNW was easily visible as were the ski slopes of Stowe.
We were all comfortable and warm, winds had been predicted in the 25-35 mph range, however they never seemed to exceed 15 mph for a peak gust all day. The footing ranged from slightly bony to solid ice crust to about two feet of powder. MSR snowshoes fit the bill for all four of us. When we ducked into the sheltered entrance of the MWO, a skier agreed to find Kevin for us. We chatted with Kevin for a bit and then headed for our last summit for the day: Jefferson.
As we departed and headed down the Cog Railway tracks I caught my first numbing breeze of the day. Soon I was stopping to put on facemask and ski goggles. Mike (= John Galt) left our company citing a love of the New England Patriots as we arrived at the Jewel Trail junction. Jason, Marty and I proceeded onward toward Jefferson. After a few hundred feet I noticed a solitary hiker coming from the West on a bushwhack into Sphinx Col. The bushwhacker waited a bit for us and it turned out to be none other than Rocket21.
Initially, Jeremy had some warm introductions and interesting observations. But predictably, Marty and Jeremy soon began a series of insults, mostly involving aging or beastiality, and often in the doggeral pentameter. Upon summiting Jefferson, the views, while nice could not rival the joyous blues (please ignore that apparent contradiction) and warm morning sunlight we had experienced on Monroe.
As we departed Jefferson, our thoughts turned from peakbagging to football and beer and we headed for the Jewel Trail to make our escape. Rocket21 led us back toward the Jewel Trail and into the bushwhacky, traversy path that cuts out about 0.3 miles of hiking and about 250' of vertical. All things considered, I believe next trip I will hike up the established Gulfside Trail to the Jewel Trail junction, turn right and avoid the wear, tear and associated anxiety with the bushwhack. The Jewel trail was fast, smooth and got us down to Marshfield station in less than two hours.
There was no room at Fabians' to watch the game, but we had a fine dinner at a fair price at Rosa Flamingo's in Bethlehem and watched the second half of the Patriot's game on a big screen.
GPS track and more photos on Wikiloc.
On top of Monroe the skies were beautiful, a cobalt blue, and the views were tremendous. Mount Mansfield, 75 miles to the WNW was easily visible as were the ski slopes of Stowe.
We were all comfortable and warm, winds had been predicted in the 25-35 mph range, however they never seemed to exceed 15 mph for a peak gust all day. The footing ranged from slightly bony to solid ice crust to about two feet of powder. MSR snowshoes fit the bill for all four of us. When we ducked into the sheltered entrance of the MWO, a skier agreed to find Kevin for us. We chatted with Kevin for a bit and then headed for our last summit for the day: Jefferson.
As we departed and headed down the Cog Railway tracks I caught my first numbing breeze of the day. Soon I was stopping to put on facemask and ski goggles. Mike (= John Galt) left our company citing a love of the New England Patriots as we arrived at the Jewel Trail junction. Jason, Marty and I proceeded onward toward Jefferson. After a few hundred feet I noticed a solitary hiker coming from the West on a bushwhack into Sphinx Col. The bushwhacker waited a bit for us and it turned out to be none other than Rocket21.
Initially, Jeremy had some warm introductions and interesting observations. But predictably, Marty and Jeremy soon began a series of insults, mostly involving aging or beastiality, and often in the doggeral pentameter. Upon summiting Jefferson, the views, while nice could not rival the joyous blues (please ignore that apparent contradiction) and warm morning sunlight we had experienced on Monroe.
As we departed Jefferson, our thoughts turned from peakbagging to football and beer and we headed for the Jewel Trail to make our escape. Rocket21 led us back toward the Jewel Trail and into the bushwhacky, traversy path that cuts out about 0.3 miles of hiking and about 250' of vertical. All things considered, I believe next trip I will hike up the established Gulfside Trail to the Jewel Trail junction, turn right and avoid the wear, tear and associated anxiety with the bushwhack. The Jewel trail was fast, smooth and got us down to Marshfield station in less than two hours.
There was no room at Fabians' to watch the game, but we had a fine dinner at a fair price at Rosa Flamingo's in Bethlehem and watched the second half of the Patriot's game on a big screen.
GPS track and more photos on Wikiloc.
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