First off, my apologies to anyone within earshot of Welch & Dickey...
Saturday started off with me struggling out of bed, as usual feeling like I should have gotten ten more hours of sleep. I didn't feel capable of eating breakfast, but once in the car it seemed like a good idea to chew on a breath mint. Instinctively I swallowed the thing, which caused some very interesting stomach sensations. So though I surprised Mountaingirl by actually showing up on time to pick her up, I made up for it by delaying our departure by shutting myself in her bathroom while the breath mint reversed course.
On the ride up we joked about my "morning sickness" and tried to remember where the others had said they'd be camping. Not that it mattered much: their plan was for a moonlight Southern Presi traverse, so we'd probably just meet them up on the ridge somewhere. Meanwhile it was a sunny day, and we still hadn't decided which mountain we'd be hiking prior to joining the others. As the exit for route 89 came into view I remarked, "last chance for Mt Cardigan". Come to think of it, I'd been meaning to try the Holt trail. Mountaingirl was in agreement and I took the exit. After a while I realized that access to the east side of Cardigan is easier from 93 than from 89, so we reversed course. A few similar adventures later (we didn't have a detailed map), we arrived at the AMC lodge.
The Holt Trail is a short hike to the
ledges where there are some sections bordering on 5th class. I'd avoid this trail in the rain. The rock was mostly dry, but we'd been hearing thunder intermittently.
We had a snack on the summit, and eventually made our way over to Firescrew. A small bird passed us, chasing a larger bird. The smaller bird (mockingbird or catbird or jay, probably) was using its advantage in rate of climb to strike at the undefended back of the larger bird, which I thought was a crow. As I delivered a mini-lecture on bird territoriality and aerobatic tactics, the smaller bird repeated its climb-attack sequence right in front of us. The "crow" parried with a roll, presenting its talons to face the attack. I'd seen crows do this before, but there was something extra graceful about this maneuver. Shortly thereafter the larger bird dove away from the ridge and swooped back southward, and from this new angle I could see the swept-back wings of a peregrine falcon. It was soon joined by another, and the pair put on an aerobatic display while I cursed myself for having left my big lens at the trailhead.
We got to Firescrew just before the
storm did.
We proceeded northward, taking the long way down. A shelter by the trail (in need of repair) was too tempting in the rain, and we dawdled some more until the sun returned.
We took a number of spur trails looking for some supposed caves, but found only some small alcoves. Along the way we spotted a couple of salamanders (a red eft and a tan one).
Eventually we returned to the car, and soon stopped to get some food. I still wasn't feeling well, and barely managed half a bowl of stew.
I think it was during this meal that Mountaingirl got a message from Leaf, conveying the new plan: not a Presi Traverse, but Welch & Dickey instead. By then it was dark, so we drove directly to the trailhead, where we found a couple of cars parked and no one in sight. We intended to go clockwise to be sure to intercept the group going the other way, but weren't sure which trail to take in the dark, and before we knew it we were climbing counterclockwise.
The story of the rest of the evening has already been told.