lx93
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I made some serious mistakes on this hike, and there is a possibility that some other hikers may think less of me; however, if it helps someone else not repeat those mistakes, it'll be worth it.
Started out on LT South from VT 108 because the Green Mountain Club (GMC) had told me that the Sunset Ridge Trail from the west was 2 miles-ish longer due to winter road closure. A person at EMS off of xt. 14E in Burlington had told me that Sunset Ridge Trail would be better. They had worked at the AMC & RMC in the Whites, so I assumed they were an authoritative source. But GMC’s advice had been better than others’ on Camel’s Hump, Ellen & Abraham, so I went with their recommendation.
Noone had signed the register on the LT South since mid-January, and the lack of tracks seemed to confirm this- the only tracks left were ski trails. Too many skiers/snowboarders for comfort.
Shortly below where deciduous trees gave way to evergreens, trail developed into a confusing assortment of ski tracks. The trail had been well-blazed up to here. Eventually got back onto the LT, if I had ever left it.
Got to Taft Lodge, took Profanity Tr. to avoid steep ice on the LT north of The Chin as per GMC’s advice. Profanity Tr. had no tracks whatsoever. At a clearing, it looked like there were 2 possible trails and I took the uppermost, thinking that I could just meet up with the real trail as it gained altitude if I hadn’t taken the right trail.
There were single tracks which I followed, which eventually went away from the direction of Profanity Tr. I figured that they had to have come from somewhere, and maybe I had gotten onto the LT.
I have often wondered why people in books like Not Without Peril, etc., never bothered to turn back and/or just go below treeline. I think I now understand why- you think your intended destination is closer than it really is.
When I got to the summit cone, I saw some tracks leading up on it. I followed them, then thought, there’s snow on steep rocks, but I’ll just carefully go up them, thinking that was part of the trail. That was fine save the ice underneath that snow.
By the time I realized what a dangerous situation I had worked myself into, it looked easier to go up than down. Foolishly, I managed to get within 10, 20(?) feet of the summit before an 6” rock overhang squelched those plans. I made this guess based on the plume of snow coming off the rocks above me; I was on the side sheltered from the wind.
Taking off my pack, then switching from snowshoes to StablIcers while supported by a scraggly bush on a very steep mountainside was probably the most fearful thing I’ve ever had to do in my entire life. Notwith-standing, these couldn’t get me over, and after gingerly getting past the exposed rock parts, I glissaded down.
I then walked a little more to the left and saw a slide. Getting up about 80% of it, I lost traction, slid for a few seconds, thought “this has to stop sooner or later”, continued gaining speed and when it was over, thought that I had slid 150-200 feet. I may be wrong on that measurement, but that’s what it felt like.
I went to the left more, then found what looked like a smaller slide; it may have been the trail. Whatever it was, it got me up there, and led to the right of a “Keep off the vegetation in the Alpine Zone” sign, to which I thought, “I’ll be glad to- just show me where the trail is with some cairns!”
As I explored the summit, I did see some cairns, but not really a whole lot. There was at least 1 set of tracks on the summit, where they had come from was totally indiscernable.
Summit gusts were about 70(?)mph, but the views were incredible- seeing Lake Champlain in the distance beneath a setting sun was terrific. This was my 60th 4,000+ footer summit in the Northeast, and I cannot think of a better view.
The descent was just as confusing as the ascent. I eventually came to a tracked-out path which appeared to lead to Cliff Lodge and its nearby ski trails. Given the limited amount of daylight, even my 2 sets of headlamps & 2 sets of back-up batteries probably couldn’t have helped me to find the Lodge again.
So I took the safe route out, walked over to Cliff Lodge, then just glissaded down the ski trails as far as I could, walked when I couldn’t, and was at my car at 6:30pm.
Started out on LT South from VT 108 because the Green Mountain Club (GMC) had told me that the Sunset Ridge Trail from the west was 2 miles-ish longer due to winter road closure. A person at EMS off of xt. 14E in Burlington had told me that Sunset Ridge Trail would be better. They had worked at the AMC & RMC in the Whites, so I assumed they were an authoritative source. But GMC’s advice had been better than others’ on Camel’s Hump, Ellen & Abraham, so I went with their recommendation.
Noone had signed the register on the LT South since mid-January, and the lack of tracks seemed to confirm this- the only tracks left were ski trails. Too many skiers/snowboarders for comfort.
Shortly below where deciduous trees gave way to evergreens, trail developed into a confusing assortment of ski tracks. The trail had been well-blazed up to here. Eventually got back onto the LT, if I had ever left it.
Got to Taft Lodge, took Profanity Tr. to avoid steep ice on the LT north of The Chin as per GMC’s advice. Profanity Tr. had no tracks whatsoever. At a clearing, it looked like there were 2 possible trails and I took the uppermost, thinking that I could just meet up with the real trail as it gained altitude if I hadn’t taken the right trail.
There were single tracks which I followed, which eventually went away from the direction of Profanity Tr. I figured that they had to have come from somewhere, and maybe I had gotten onto the LT.
I have often wondered why people in books like Not Without Peril, etc., never bothered to turn back and/or just go below treeline. I think I now understand why- you think your intended destination is closer than it really is.
When I got to the summit cone, I saw some tracks leading up on it. I followed them, then thought, there’s snow on steep rocks, but I’ll just carefully go up them, thinking that was part of the trail. That was fine save the ice underneath that snow.
By the time I realized what a dangerous situation I had worked myself into, it looked easier to go up than down. Foolishly, I managed to get within 10, 20(?) feet of the summit before an 6” rock overhang squelched those plans. I made this guess based on the plume of snow coming off the rocks above me; I was on the side sheltered from the wind.
Taking off my pack, then switching from snowshoes to StablIcers while supported by a scraggly bush on a very steep mountainside was probably the most fearful thing I’ve ever had to do in my entire life. Notwith-standing, these couldn’t get me over, and after gingerly getting past the exposed rock parts, I glissaded down.
I then walked a little more to the left and saw a slide. Getting up about 80% of it, I lost traction, slid for a few seconds, thought “this has to stop sooner or later”, continued gaining speed and when it was over, thought that I had slid 150-200 feet. I may be wrong on that measurement, but that’s what it felt like.
I went to the left more, then found what looked like a smaller slide; it may have been the trail. Whatever it was, it got me up there, and led to the right of a “Keep off the vegetation in the Alpine Zone” sign, to which I thought, “I’ll be glad to- just show me where the trail is with some cairns!”
As I explored the summit, I did see some cairns, but not really a whole lot. There was at least 1 set of tracks on the summit, where they had come from was totally indiscernable.
Summit gusts were about 70(?)mph, but the views were incredible- seeing Lake Champlain in the distance beneath a setting sun was terrific. This was my 60th 4,000+ footer summit in the Northeast, and I cannot think of a better view.
The descent was just as confusing as the ascent. I eventually came to a tracked-out path which appeared to lead to Cliff Lodge and its nearby ski trails. Given the limited amount of daylight, even my 2 sets of headlamps & 2 sets of back-up batteries probably couldn’t have helped me to find the Lodge again.
So I took the safe route out, walked over to Cliff Lodge, then just glissaded down the ski trails as far as I could, walked when I couldn’t, and was at my car at 6:30pm.