Barbarossa
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I statrted the day by scouting abandoned roads and herd path heading up to the Captain. He was looking short, but grand with his cliff faces standing out beneath the clouds. Carrigain was completely shrouded. I was tempted to continue in that direction, but I was solo and it wasn't on the intinerary.
I doubled back until I got to the vicinity of the ridge leading up W Huntington. After some cross country travel and the brook crossing, I struggled through some very boggy raspberries, but then got back into some drier ground. I soon found a logging road, which made for easier walking. I followed it up into a clear cut area until I ran out of road. It was interesting to see how the forest was recovering. I waded through maples that were up to my chest until I got to the spruce, then into more mature woods.
A ways up on the ridge there was a birch tree with orange plastic diamonds nailed to either side. I looked around and saw it was a high spot of sorts, but continued on. I eventually found a rock outcropping that was about 10-12 feet higher than everything else, which I declared to be 'good enough'. Judging from where I ended up on the way down, I think it was not the 3306' spot on the map, but that unnamed 3300+ bump further west.
I descended through some heavy blowdown until I got to an old road, which led to the Hancock Notch trail and then back to the car on the Sawyer River trail.
The Sawyer River was just far enough from the car so that I could drip off after dunking myself in a pool. It had been a 6 quart day.
I doubled back until I got to the vicinity of the ridge leading up W Huntington. After some cross country travel and the brook crossing, I struggled through some very boggy raspberries, but then got back into some drier ground. I soon found a logging road, which made for easier walking. I followed it up into a clear cut area until I ran out of road. It was interesting to see how the forest was recovering. I waded through maples that were up to my chest until I got to the spruce, then into more mature woods.
A ways up on the ridge there was a birch tree with orange plastic diamonds nailed to either side. I looked around and saw it was a high spot of sorts, but continued on. I eventually found a rock outcropping that was about 10-12 feet higher than everything else, which I declared to be 'good enough'. Judging from where I ended up on the way down, I think it was not the 3306' spot on the map, but that unnamed 3300+ bump further west.
I descended through some heavy blowdown until I got to an old road, which led to the Hancock Notch trail and then back to the car on the Sawyer River trail.
The Sawyer River was just far enough from the car so that I could drip off after dunking myself in a pool. It had been a 6 quart day.
