spencer
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Another great weekend... After a very full Saturday, including skiing Sargent Mtn in Acadia, making moo-shu and going to the local contra dance, I got only 4 hours of sleep before it was time to go again.
I left my house at 3:45 this morning to head to Saddleback to meet Seema and Brian to hike Saddleback. A bunch of us had planned to do this hike together, but for various reasons, folks dropped out, so it was just going to be the 3 of us.
We left the baselodge at 8am and headed straight up the main lift trail, taking the shortest distance between two points. As the patrollers made their way up the first lift rides of the day they informed us that we should have taken the designated hiker route, Hudson Highway. Well, we were hiking before they really opened so it didn't matter. We made it to the high lift hut and got ready to fight the high winds and surprisingly cold temps. I was expecting a 20-35 degree day, but it didn't go above 12 all morning. Just as we were about to head above the trees, we saw a large ME/NH AMC group come along. It turned out it was Ed H. leading the group, with our very own Donna in tow, so we exchanged pleasantries and our thoughts on the conditions. Seema, Brian and I headed up first and we quickly made it to the signpost on the first summit above the lift shack. We initially, and erroneously thought it was Saddleback itself. I noticed Brian had a VERY white nose, so he covered up and we immediately headed back for cover to get his frostbite/nip taken care of. As we headed back down to the lift shack rendevous, Ed's group was coming up and I bid Seema and Brian farewell so I could join Ed's group to head over to the real Saddleback summit and possibly the Horn. Ed's group quickly made the wise decision to retreat also so that was that. Luckily, Brian's nose returned to its natural color, reassuring us that there was no serious, permanent damage. Everyone headed down the ski trails.
But I was on skis the whole time, so I wasn't quite as disappointed as the others who were on snowshoes! I had a blast carving down the groomers (only my 2nd time at a lift-served area since high school)... When I got to the bottom and regrouped, I was trying to decide between buying a half-day lift ticket to get some more skiing in or heading home. I kept looking up and thinking it really looked like it was clearing on the summit and I was bugged. I knew I should have waited it out near the lift shack up high instead of bombing down the hill.
I couldn't bring myself to go home and I was too cheap to buy a lift ticket, so I did what any self-respecting peakbagger would do: I put my skins back on and headed up the mountain again...
There was no sign of Seema or Brian or Ed's group. I figured they had all made it down already on their snowshoes and I had just missed them in the commotion near the baselodge. I made it back to the uppermost lift shack in a hair over an hour this time, but my legs were quite spent, to say the least. The summit was in and out of the clouds, but it had warmed up some, so I figured I'd give it another shot. I went back above treeline, well-covered with balaclava, goggles etc and made it with no problems to the real Saddleback summit. I contemplated making a try for the Horn. I got as far as Saddelback Junior and realized it would be a poor decision to keep going since I was alone and there no guarantees the clouds would stay away long enough to find my way back to the ski trails. I reluctantly turned around and on the way back up Saddelback proper, I realized how tired my legs were and was glad I didn't keep going.
I checked back in with the ski patrol (as they had been very persistent in asking us to do each step of the way) and had my 2nd of 2 runs down the mountain. After a great run, I put the skis on the truck and drove home, getting here by 5pm. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the drive. I think I was sleeping most of the time....
Thanks for a great day Seema and Brian! I'm sorry all didn't go as planned...
and Donna, I'm glad you were there, too
good night.
spencer
I left my house at 3:45 this morning to head to Saddleback to meet Seema and Brian to hike Saddleback. A bunch of us had planned to do this hike together, but for various reasons, folks dropped out, so it was just going to be the 3 of us.
We left the baselodge at 8am and headed straight up the main lift trail, taking the shortest distance between two points. As the patrollers made their way up the first lift rides of the day they informed us that we should have taken the designated hiker route, Hudson Highway. Well, we were hiking before they really opened so it didn't matter. We made it to the high lift hut and got ready to fight the high winds and surprisingly cold temps. I was expecting a 20-35 degree day, but it didn't go above 12 all morning. Just as we were about to head above the trees, we saw a large ME/NH AMC group come along. It turned out it was Ed H. leading the group, with our very own Donna in tow, so we exchanged pleasantries and our thoughts on the conditions. Seema, Brian and I headed up first and we quickly made it to the signpost on the first summit above the lift shack. We initially, and erroneously thought it was Saddleback itself. I noticed Brian had a VERY white nose, so he covered up and we immediately headed back for cover to get his frostbite/nip taken care of. As we headed back down to the lift shack rendevous, Ed's group was coming up and I bid Seema and Brian farewell so I could join Ed's group to head over to the real Saddleback summit and possibly the Horn. Ed's group quickly made the wise decision to retreat also so that was that. Luckily, Brian's nose returned to its natural color, reassuring us that there was no serious, permanent damage. Everyone headed down the ski trails.
But I was on skis the whole time, so I wasn't quite as disappointed as the others who were on snowshoes! I had a blast carving down the groomers (only my 2nd time at a lift-served area since high school)... When I got to the bottom and regrouped, I was trying to decide between buying a half-day lift ticket to get some more skiing in or heading home. I kept looking up and thinking it really looked like it was clearing on the summit and I was bugged. I knew I should have waited it out near the lift shack up high instead of bombing down the hill.
I couldn't bring myself to go home and I was too cheap to buy a lift ticket, so I did what any self-respecting peakbagger would do: I put my skins back on and headed up the mountain again...
There was no sign of Seema or Brian or Ed's group. I figured they had all made it down already on their snowshoes and I had just missed them in the commotion near the baselodge. I made it back to the uppermost lift shack in a hair over an hour this time, but my legs were quite spent, to say the least. The summit was in and out of the clouds, but it had warmed up some, so I figured I'd give it another shot. I went back above treeline, well-covered with balaclava, goggles etc and made it with no problems to the real Saddleback summit. I contemplated making a try for the Horn. I got as far as Saddelback Junior and realized it would be a poor decision to keep going since I was alone and there no guarantees the clouds would stay away long enough to find my way back to the ski trails. I reluctantly turned around and on the way back up Saddelback proper, I realized how tired my legs were and was glad I didn't keep going.
I checked back in with the ski patrol (as they had been very persistent in asking us to do each step of the way) and had my 2nd of 2 runs down the mountain. After a great run, I put the skis on the truck and drove home, getting here by 5pm. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the drive. I think I was sleeping most of the time....
Thanks for a great day Seema and Brian! I'm sorry all didn't go as planned...
and Donna, I'm glad you were there, too
good night.
spencer