Trip Report, part 2
We got some coffee and gas and then started east on the Kanc. When I was here in the summer they were working on the road just before the turn off to Bear Notch Road, but this time it was all paved over (although there were still warning signs). The weather was a little better, with just a drizzle, but there were zero views. We got to Bartlett and drove the 4 miles on 302 to Sawyer River Road and found it was open - Horray!. Two easy miles on this dirt road brought us to the parking lot at 8:50. And there was the unmistakable Bob&Geri-mobile, the biggest SUV on the block
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I was very pleased that Bob and Geri, who had been with me for some of the tough peaks in northern Maine last year, were able to make it. On a day like today I would not have been surprised to find an empty parking lot. But it was not raining and Bob gave the optimistic observation that conditions were certainly better than yesterday when they had hiked Jackson. So we got ourselves together and were off and hiking by 9:07.
The first thing was to bypass the stream crossing of Whiteface Brook. We went into the woods just west (left) of the bridge (the same side the parking lot is on) and found it easy going.We stayed on high ground and just followed the stream up on the west (left) side. In about 10 minutes we came to another stream gully running from the west down into the brook. After crossing it we realized that was no stream gully, that was the trail! We made it and we were off on the Signal Ridge Trail.
The crossing of Whiteface Brook that we bypassed
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For the next mile and a half or so the trail is very easy. Wide and flat - obviously and old rail bed or logging road. We would occasionally get some drips from the wet trees but it was an altogether pleasant hike on a good hiking day. Along this stretch of trail we kept bumping into very wet overnight campers coming down the trail. All of them looked to be around retirement age, and we assumed they were out together for the weekend. There must have been 10 or 12 of them stretched out over 20 minutes and they all looked very wet. We told them all about the bushwhack around the stream crossing, and they told us about the trail being under water "up to here" - usually pointing to their thigh - further up the trail. We would shortly learn what they were taliking about.
We reached the fork in the trail where the Carrigain Notch trail goes off to the right at just after 10 AM. We had taken just under an hour to get here including the bushwhack around the stream crossing. Just after this point the trail crosses Caririgain Brook and then immediately crosses a tributary. The first crossing was wide - probably 30 - 40 feet and about knee deep. Peter and I trudged across (carefully) with our boots on hoping the water wouldn't flow in over the top. Well it did! Bob and Geri went barefoot and kept their boots dry. We were about to empty out our boots but Bob said "hold on, we have to cross another one right up ahead". So we got to that crossing, which was not as wide - perhaps 20 - 25 feet across - and it looked shallower. It was shallower until I stepped in a hole near the far bank. I grabbed a tree branch but still managed to hit the drink and soak most of my right side up to my arms. But I was quickly out of the drink and emptied my boots and wrung out my socks. It was warm enough so I could just hike with the wet shirt and pants and still stay warm. My things dried out - as much as anything could dry out on a day like today - fairly shortly.
The last crossing was about a half mile further on. There was a log part way across this one that allowed us to jump across without getting soaked, and aside from a rock-hop about another half mile up the trail - true, the rocks were about two inches under rushing water - that was that.
At this point the trail got moderately steep and we were onto the long climb with its 3 or 4 long switch-backs up to the ridge. Most of the elevation gain is in this section, and although it's not overly steep, it is long and never really lets up. From the last stream crossing, the trail climbs from about 2000' to the top of the ridge line where we break out of the trees at about 4000' feet. This in just over 2 miles, so this is one tiring climb. But it's also a very attractive section with numerous views across the valley to the east (but not today) and over lots of rock ledges. Some of these had water flowing over them across the trail, and some had water flowing under them. It was uncanny to hear the streams gurgling under our feet unseen, but not unheard.
Finally at about 12:30 we broke out of the trees and found ourselves at the top of the ridge. On a good day the summit would be visible about a half mile to the north, but today there was just fog and mist. It was also chilly up here so we all put on an extra layer. This ridge line is one of the classic White Mountains summit approaches and I will certainly go back in clear weather to enjoy it.
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The trail goes back under the trees and as it approaches the summit, it curves around to the left. At this point Bob noticed a covered spring just off the trail on the right. There is a lid and when we looked in, there was a deep well with clear water flowing out and down across the trail. None of us had ever read about this spring, but it seemed clean and well maintained. However, I've since heard that the water purity of this well is suspect, so be careful.
The last few hundred yards of trail rises up through spruce and fir over a slightly steeper rocky trailbed. As per the protocol, I led the way to the summit. Soon the steel legs of the tower were visible in the fog, and at 12:50, there I stood on the summit rock under the tower. It was number 48, number 67, number 100 and number 50! There was no view, but in my memory were lots of views from lots of other mountain tops. It was great to be here, but more importantly, the getting here after those many other climbs was more important than the being here.
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My son and Bob and Geri joined me and I was very glad to be able to share the moment with these friends and family. For Peter it was number 1, so he is on his way.
We moved over under the trees for lunch and enjoyed some brews (my favorite: Sierra Nevada Porter) and spirits (Champaign that Bob had brought). We found a rock for a picnic table and discovered that this was higher than the summit rock! So we had lunch on the "true summit". I guess all the rest of you will need to come back and touch this "true summit" rock or Carrigain won't count!
. (And don't forget Owl's Head and Scar Ridge while you're at it
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It was chilly, so we didn't hang around long. The trip down was much easier on our muscles, but tough on our joints. The stream crossings were uneventful - and I managed to not fall in a hole on the way back! We got back to the car just before 4:00 PM - just under 7 hours for the trip. Considering the short bushwhack and the stream crossings, this was a very respectable time.
When we were changing and getting ready to leave, who should show up but Albee from this forum. We saw him come in off the trail and soon discovered who he was, and that he had done Vose Spur solo. We had just missed bumping into him on the trail. He didn't know the turnoff at the big boulder, and so went up the face of the Notch! Wow! That's impressive Albee.
Bob and Geri were off to Twin Mountain where they had their trailer and Peter and I were back to the Boston area - via dinner and a Pig's Ear at the Woodstock Station. We got home around 8:15. The road was dry and the sky was clearing (with yes, some foliage) until we got to Massachusetts. Then the rain resumed and it hasn't stopped yet 3 days later.
It was a great and memorable trek.
Mount Carrigain, elevation 4700', prominence 2240'
Distance hiked: 10 miles (round trip)
Elevation gain: 3250'
Time: 6:50
Photo gallery: Carrigain Photos
The Worst, the Best, etc.
Memories of many peaks:
Worst Experience: Cannon (it was the screaming kids)
Most Rugged and Remote: The Traveler
Best View: Katahdin
Biggest Dissapointment: Sugarloaf (the summit structures)
Toughest Bushwhack: Baker
Nicest Bushwhack: Cold Hollow
Most Pleasant Surprise: Mansfield
The Best Mountain: Katahdin - The Greatest Mountain!
The Best: all my hiking friends!