DougPaul
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My trip report, part 1:
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This one is a bit longer than my usual reports--I hope you find it worth the effort required to wade through it.
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This trip report is dedicated to Audrey who has to do her skiing vicariously these days...
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It's all Becca's fault--she posted a request to see if anyone was interested in a ski trip from Lincoln Woods to Thoreau Falls...
I had done a similar ski trip from LW to TF and back via Shoal Pond Tr back in 2003 (my so-called Pemi lollipop, 25.4mi, 2460 vert ft, 17.5 hrs) and responded. Since my recollection was that return from top of the falls region was easier via the SPT than via the TFT Becca agreed to consider return via the SPT. Besides, the SPT was also on her hit list...
In the past, Becca had turned back based upon turn-around time at 8.7 miles from the trailhead (2.1 miles into the TFT)--to perform this tour in a single push we would need to abandon turn-around times and plan on continuing into the night.
We also needed good snow conditions--there is no way a small party can do a long tour if it requires a lot of heavy trail breaking. My approach has been to wait for good conditions and then pounce... In 2003, I had 4-6 inches of fresh powder over a very firm icy crust at temps starting at -4F and finishing at 20F--perfect conditions. This time we had 1 inch of fresh snow over a semi-breakable crust at the trailhead with the hope of better higher up. The trail at the trailhead itself was hardpacked. (I had been hiking in the region two days prior and had checked the snow conditions.) I was hoping to use waxable skis for their efficiency, but the thin cover over a hardpacked and/or crusty trail suggested that waxless skis might be a safer bet. I bought both waxable and waxless skis to the trailhead and ultimately chose the waxless but also brought my wax kit. Becca had an easy choice--she only had waxless skis.
Temps were ~15F at departure, predicted to be -5F to -15F in Lincoln overnight, and predicted to be ~25F in Lincoln the next day. (Although we did not measure the temps during the tour, these predictions were probably reasonably accurate for where we were.)
We brought supplies for a long overnight tour: extra food, 2L of water each, multiple headlamps, extra batteries, insulation, emergency gear, etc. I had also preloaded the WMNF GIS tracks for the trails that we expected to travel into my GPS. (Thanks Chris for doing the work of converting them into GPX format and making them available to us.) Ideally, I would only use the GPS to record our track... In 2003, I had had only minor navigational difficulties and hadn't needed my compass or GPS for navigation.
We shouldered our too-heavy packs and started off at 9:15am on Tuesday (22 Feb). East Side Tr up to the wilderness boundary was groomed and glazed and otherwise uneventful. The section beyond was snowshoe-broken and packed to the junction with the Cedar Brook Tr. We walked the climb up to the junction and had a pleasant ski down to the site of the now-removed bridge over the Pemi. We stopped briefly so I could pay my respects to a lost friend and continued on the Wilderness Tr which was also snowshoe broken and packed. We reached the junction with the Thoreau Falls Trail and checked the Wilderness Tr to see if there were any tracks to follow on our way out--it looked like there were at least a few old ones close to the junction. We could only guess about the rest of the trail. We hung a left onto the TFT, crossed the bridge over the North Fork of the East Branch of the Pemi and continued. The trail continued to be snowshoe broken and the snow conditions continued to improve with a bit more powder over the crust. Somewhere in here, I got tired of the weak kick of the waxless skis and waxed my skis. (Blue extra wax on the entire ski, including the pattern.) My kick suddenly improved dramatically with no need for a hop and no loss of glide resulting in significantly improved efficiency--I should have done this much earlier... I convinced Becca to let me wax her skis and she too noticed a significant improvement. (We may have a new convert to waxable skis... ) We reached the point where the trail used to cross the river at 2.1 mi into the TFT--Becca's previous turn-around point. It was time for the fun to begin...
The trail corridor continued straight ahead until it vanished into the river. We headed right to where it climbed up to a higher shelf and put our skins on. We climbed up onto the shelf and continued--there were now multiple sets of tracks, but we were able to generally stay in the trail corridor until we reached a sizeable open area. This had caused me a bit of trouble in 2003, but my solution then worked now too--just head across until you reach the trees on the other side where the corridor will be easy to find. We continued to a small up-and-over (where the railroad used to cross the river to avoid a bluff), and returned to just above the river. The second up-and-over was much steeper and higher--it was high enough that we were wondering if it was the start to the climb to the top of the falls. No such luck--we descended all the way back down. (In 2003 I walked back down the up-and-overs to minimize the chance of a slide out onto the river ice. This time, the snow was too soft and deep to walk so we side-stepped much of our way back down.) The light was beginning to grow dim and we continued while looking for the turn up toward the top of the falls. (I had lost the trail here in 2003 and followed some ski marks up a gully which eventually connected with the trail.) We followed some snowshoe tracks which appeared to head up toward the top in the failing light. We fired up our headlamps and continued--the tracks did indeed lead us into the trail corridor and up to the top. The climb was steep enough to require desperate vegetation pulls to augment the grip of our skins at a few spots, but we made it. It was now almost totally dark--all we could see by natural light was the dip in the horizon known as Zealand Notch.
There were tracks all over the place and we soon lost the corridor. We searched for the stream crossing just above the falls with no luck. Then we backtracked to a point on the trail and pulled out the map and compass and followed a bearing toward the crossing. It led to a thicket which appeared to lead nowhere. Finally, we decided that time was more important than ego and pulled out the GPS--it led us through the thicket and the crossing was just beyond! We popped our skis to descend, put them back on for the crossing, and headed over. Again there were tracks all over the place and we soon lost the trail. However, having already checked our navigational egos, we pulled out the GPS and found that we had wandered to the left. We reached the signs announcing the Ethan Pond Trail a short distance later where we popped the skins and I/we? applied some violet wax for extra grip.
Side note: by now the snow had become deep (3-4ft?) with no crust.
We had briefly discussed our options: take the EPT to Rte 302 and hitchhike, go to Zealand Hut, return via the TFT, or continue down Shoal Pond Tr. Neither of us wanted to go to Rte 302 or the hut, the difficulties of the TFT did not appeal, and I remembered the SPT to be a nice and easy to navigate and ski route back toward our cars. ("Want to return via TFT?" became a running joke...) We headed east on the EPT toward the SPT junction. The EPT was ridiculously easy to follow and ski...
We reached the junction with the SPT and hung a right. The part of the SPT to the east of the pond was well traveled and easy to follow. There were several clearings where we stopped, killed the lights, and enjoyed the many stars that this suburban resident cannot normally see. Bright stars against an inky background. Near the south end of the pond, the trail takes a right-angle turn and the real fun began...
The trail corridor disappeared and we had to pull out the GPS again. IIRC, we had to dive through a thicket of spruce to continue. I'm afraid my memory of exactly what happened at each spot gets a bit fuzzy here... There were spots where the corridor was preferentially filled with young (but above one's head) spruce trees. One had to simply guess that the corridor continued through the spruce, dive in, and hope that one's guess was correct. Many sections of the trail which would have been nice easy skiing were badly postholed by moose to the point that they became difficult. On the other hand, the moose often knew where the trail was better than we did...
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<meta comment>
This one is a bit longer than my usual reports--I hope you find it worth the effort required to wade through it.
</meta comment>
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This trip report is dedicated to Audrey who has to do her skiing vicariously these days...
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It's all Becca's fault--she posted a request to see if anyone was interested in a ski trip from Lincoln Woods to Thoreau Falls...
I had done a similar ski trip from LW to TF and back via Shoal Pond Tr back in 2003 (my so-called Pemi lollipop, 25.4mi, 2460 vert ft, 17.5 hrs) and responded. Since my recollection was that return from top of the falls region was easier via the SPT than via the TFT Becca agreed to consider return via the SPT. Besides, the SPT was also on her hit list...
In the past, Becca had turned back based upon turn-around time at 8.7 miles from the trailhead (2.1 miles into the TFT)--to perform this tour in a single push we would need to abandon turn-around times and plan on continuing into the night.
We also needed good snow conditions--there is no way a small party can do a long tour if it requires a lot of heavy trail breaking. My approach has been to wait for good conditions and then pounce... In 2003, I had 4-6 inches of fresh powder over a very firm icy crust at temps starting at -4F and finishing at 20F--perfect conditions. This time we had 1 inch of fresh snow over a semi-breakable crust at the trailhead with the hope of better higher up. The trail at the trailhead itself was hardpacked. (I had been hiking in the region two days prior and had checked the snow conditions.) I was hoping to use waxable skis for their efficiency, but the thin cover over a hardpacked and/or crusty trail suggested that waxless skis might be a safer bet. I bought both waxable and waxless skis to the trailhead and ultimately chose the waxless but also brought my wax kit. Becca had an easy choice--she only had waxless skis.
Temps were ~15F at departure, predicted to be -5F to -15F in Lincoln overnight, and predicted to be ~25F in Lincoln the next day. (Although we did not measure the temps during the tour, these predictions were probably reasonably accurate for where we were.)
We brought supplies for a long overnight tour: extra food, 2L of water each, multiple headlamps, extra batteries, insulation, emergency gear, etc. I had also preloaded the WMNF GIS tracks for the trails that we expected to travel into my GPS. (Thanks Chris for doing the work of converting them into GPX format and making them available to us.) Ideally, I would only use the GPS to record our track... In 2003, I had had only minor navigational difficulties and hadn't needed my compass or GPS for navigation.
We shouldered our too-heavy packs and started off at 9:15am on Tuesday (22 Feb). East Side Tr up to the wilderness boundary was groomed and glazed and otherwise uneventful. The section beyond was snowshoe-broken and packed to the junction with the Cedar Brook Tr. We walked the climb up to the junction and had a pleasant ski down to the site of the now-removed bridge over the Pemi. We stopped briefly so I could pay my respects to a lost friend and continued on the Wilderness Tr which was also snowshoe broken and packed. We reached the junction with the Thoreau Falls Trail and checked the Wilderness Tr to see if there were any tracks to follow on our way out--it looked like there were at least a few old ones close to the junction. We could only guess about the rest of the trail. We hung a left onto the TFT, crossed the bridge over the North Fork of the East Branch of the Pemi and continued. The trail continued to be snowshoe broken and the snow conditions continued to improve with a bit more powder over the crust. Somewhere in here, I got tired of the weak kick of the waxless skis and waxed my skis. (Blue extra wax on the entire ski, including the pattern.) My kick suddenly improved dramatically with no need for a hop and no loss of glide resulting in significantly improved efficiency--I should have done this much earlier... I convinced Becca to let me wax her skis and she too noticed a significant improvement. (We may have a new convert to waxable skis... ) We reached the point where the trail used to cross the river at 2.1 mi into the TFT--Becca's previous turn-around point. It was time for the fun to begin...
The trail corridor continued straight ahead until it vanished into the river. We headed right to where it climbed up to a higher shelf and put our skins on. We climbed up onto the shelf and continued--there were now multiple sets of tracks, but we were able to generally stay in the trail corridor until we reached a sizeable open area. This had caused me a bit of trouble in 2003, but my solution then worked now too--just head across until you reach the trees on the other side where the corridor will be easy to find. We continued to a small up-and-over (where the railroad used to cross the river to avoid a bluff), and returned to just above the river. The second up-and-over was much steeper and higher--it was high enough that we were wondering if it was the start to the climb to the top of the falls. No such luck--we descended all the way back down. (In 2003 I walked back down the up-and-overs to minimize the chance of a slide out onto the river ice. This time, the snow was too soft and deep to walk so we side-stepped much of our way back down.) The light was beginning to grow dim and we continued while looking for the turn up toward the top of the falls. (I had lost the trail here in 2003 and followed some ski marks up a gully which eventually connected with the trail.) We followed some snowshoe tracks which appeared to head up toward the top in the failing light. We fired up our headlamps and continued--the tracks did indeed lead us into the trail corridor and up to the top. The climb was steep enough to require desperate vegetation pulls to augment the grip of our skins at a few spots, but we made it. It was now almost totally dark--all we could see by natural light was the dip in the horizon known as Zealand Notch.
There were tracks all over the place and we soon lost the corridor. We searched for the stream crossing just above the falls with no luck. Then we backtracked to a point on the trail and pulled out the map and compass and followed a bearing toward the crossing. It led to a thicket which appeared to lead nowhere. Finally, we decided that time was more important than ego and pulled out the GPS--it led us through the thicket and the crossing was just beyond! We popped our skis to descend, put them back on for the crossing, and headed over. Again there were tracks all over the place and we soon lost the trail. However, having already checked our navigational egos, we pulled out the GPS and found that we had wandered to the left. We reached the signs announcing the Ethan Pond Trail a short distance later where we popped the skins and I/we? applied some violet wax for extra grip.
Side note: by now the snow had become deep (3-4ft?) with no crust.
We had briefly discussed our options: take the EPT to Rte 302 and hitchhike, go to Zealand Hut, return via the TFT, or continue down Shoal Pond Tr. Neither of us wanted to go to Rte 302 or the hut, the difficulties of the TFT did not appeal, and I remembered the SPT to be a nice and easy to navigate and ski route back toward our cars. ("Want to return via TFT?" became a running joke...) We headed east on the EPT toward the SPT junction. The EPT was ridiculously easy to follow and ski...
We reached the junction with the SPT and hung a right. The part of the SPT to the east of the pond was well traveled and easy to follow. There were several clearings where we stopped, killed the lights, and enjoyed the many stars that this suburban resident cannot normally see. Bright stars against an inky background. Near the south end of the pond, the trail takes a right-angle turn and the real fun began...
The trail corridor disappeared and we had to pull out the GPS again. IIRC, we had to dive through a thicket of spruce to continue. I'm afraid my memory of exactly what happened at each spot gets a bit fuzzy here... There were spots where the corridor was preferentially filled with young (but above one's head) spruce trees. One had to simply guess that the corridor continued through the spruce, dive in, and hope that one's guess was correct. Many sections of the trail which would have been nice easy skiing were badly postholed by moose to the point that they became difficult. On the other hand, the moose often knew where the trail was better than we did...
(continued)