Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Wright Peak Family Hike 7/11/15

Jeanette has been feeling a lot better since entering her second trimester and was missing the mountains sorely. It was time to head up to the peaks! I was super excited to have my favorite hiking partner back. As a change of pace for me, we listened to not the Grateful Dead on the way up hahaha. Jeanette and I's favorite band is without a doubt Cloud Cult. Their brand of indy rock infuses symphonic and electronic elements while lead singer and song writer Craig Minowa sings some of the most beautiful and spiritual lyrics I've ever heard with a starkly honest tenor. Craig's wife Connie and another artist paint while the band plays live and the paintings are auctioned off at the end of the show. The gorgeous art she creates while not on stage is for sale in her Etsy store. I gave Jeanette one of the pendants and she recently purchased Love Series #5: wolves. Their albums move us deeply, as do their live performances. I've been reduced to tears twice by the raw emotional power of their live show. So we listened to their Albums "Love" (from which we used 'Meet me where You're Going' for the first dance at our wedding) and "light Chasers" on the drive and pulled on to the Loj road inspired.




Jeanette is almost 6 months pregnant and is definitely starting to show. She (and when I'm lucky, I) get to feel our growing baby kicking and punching up a storm every day. We feel in awe of this life, this miracle. Jeanette is very fit and healthy so we knew that if we took it slow and steady, we could climb that mountain. We got on the trail at 7 in order to hike in the coolest part of the day and to miss some of the swarms of summer hikers heading up this popular trail.

I always forget how much I like this trail. You get a nice warm up on the 0.9 mile hike to the intersection with the Marcy Dam trail and then make your way over some rolling terrain before beginning your climb in earnest. It was decently cool for July and it took a while before we took our long sleeves off. Koda took many drinks from all the streams we passed early on. I had a liter just for him once we got out of the running water zone. We leap frogged with more and more groups as we got higher and clumped up with a bunch at the scramble with the weather warning sign. We met Wright Peaks summit steward for the day, Jen, on her way up. When we got to the intersection with the Algonquin trail, we discovered that all of the groups were heading that way. Our hopes rose at the prospect of a reasonably quiet summit. Jeanette was doing really well keeping her heart rate down and was climbing very strong.

Once on the spur trail up Wright Peak, we were in great spirits as views opened up behind us. Another view soon opened up: I split my pants. Super dramatically from the top of my fly to the base of the crotch of the pants. Jeanette took one look at the panic on my face and began hysterically laughing. Which lasted for quite some time. She offered me some medical tape to see if I could patch them at all and we were soon both laughing at the futility of that. She eventually came up with the bright idea of tying my long sleeve shirt around my wast with the trunk of the shirt across my lap. It sort of looked like a Kilt or as CoryD pointed out, a maitre D's apron. Oh boy. the long sleeve was the exact same color as the short sleeve so it kind of worked. Or at least I telly myself. Soon the views were too amazing to care as we climbed up the rocky summit, following the cairns and yellow paint.





On the way to the top we passed two guys coming down but other than the summit steward we had the top to ourselves!!! Jeanette and I were both elated but she was super super super elated. She'd been missing the mountains so bad since her pregnancy slowed her down and to be able to climb like this while carrying a life inside her was very special. It was quiet, still morning cool and sunny with some lovely wispy clouds. Jen the summit steward was super nice and very knowledgable. We talked about the pursuit of the 46 and she told me about some of the flowers. She also told us about the twice stabbed lady beetle which landed on Jeanette. Awesome name!!!! I explored a bit and Jeanette laid down. Though we knew this was a reasonably safe activity, she really wanted to feel the baby move for reassurance and after she rested for a few, got a few good kicks in. I got a bit obsessed with a little patch of rocked off summit vegetation that looked like a Japanese Garden and took a bunch of photos of the peaceful scene. Not wanted to sop up all the magic we got our lives together and made our way down the mountain.






On the way down we passed roughly 100 people in varying states of preparedness. Full backpacking set ups, Vans style sneakers with no back pack at all, big dogs, little dogs and another dog named Koda. It was a hilarious 3 ring circus. There were some Rangers at the trail register and I recognized Scott Van Laer's name on his ranger shirt and introduced myself. He's written a bunch of awesome articles (often about his pet project, Adirondack plane crashes) and is very helpful on the high peaks forum. It was really nice to meet him. We packed the dog into the car and drank some Gatorade we had saved which tasted like heaven. We stopped at Cedar Run Bakery in Keene for some yummy grab and go sandwiches for the ride home. Always a great stop! Jeanette and Koda both feel asleep by exit 29 and I enjoyed some peaceful music and reflected on a truly unforgettable day in the woods with my amazing wife, ridiculous dog and our soon to be baby!


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

A tour of the Dix Range: Macomb's 1947 Slide>Hunter's Pass 6/27/15

My buddy Ryan wanted to get a big hike before his wife Heather's due date July 31st. I've known Heather since college and worked with both of them at the museum. They're good friends who've shared their love of the wilderness, music, friendship, food and drink with us for many years. We also live in the same neighborhood so it's very exciting both couples are starting a family around the same time. Ryan expressed interest in the Dix Range and I jumped all over it. It's one of my favorite areas in the Adirondacks and provides many options for amazing hikes. Ryan was looking for a challenging day and so we ended up combining two hikes I had proposed: climbing the 1947 slide on Macomb and doing a loop of Hough and Dix via Hunter's Pass.

The 1947 slide leads directly to the base of the imposing subsummit

We left Albany at 5 and got started on the Grateful Dead's performance at Nassau Coliseum on 11/1/79 (listen here) as the soundtrack to one of the best sunrises I've had the pleasure of witnessing in quite some time. A pretty stellar show from a transitional period at the start of Brent Mydland's tenure with the band culminated in a gigantic and triumphant Scarlet Begonias>Fire on the Mountain as we pulled into the trail head. Nothing like hearing 'Fire' to get you stoked to climb a high peak! Not surprisingly for a summer Saturday, the lot was pretty full. We managed to grab a spot and after gearing up, Koda, Ryan and I were moving down the pine-scented trail inhaling deliciously refreshing crisp morning air. Chatting and walking teleported us to the Slide Brook bridge just before the base camp there. When I climbed the '47 slide with Suvrat and Brian (read about that trip here) we hiked along the herd path for 10-15 minutes before dropping down to Slide Brook. We missed the tributary that branches off due east and leads to the '47 slide on that trip. It was a quick fix to cross over the height of land into the right drainage after Brian checked his GPS. On this trip we'd be sticking to map and compass navigation so I decided not to chance it and had us stay on the south side of Slide Brook so we'd see the tributary we needed to take.

Fire!

Brent Mydland front and center with his new bandmates

It seemed like there was faint traces of the original herd path (the route up this slide was the preferred ascent of Macomb for many years) but soon lost any traces in dense growth and blow down. The going was pretty rough. Several times we crossed over to the north side of the brook to get the lay of the land only to pop out onto the standard herd path. It was tempting to make faster and easier time taking it but we headed back into the thickness. After some sweat, scratches and stumbles we reached the drainage we were looking for. Another tributary branches off on a more southeast course than the due east course we were following. With the compass out for confirmation, we committed to our branch. Before long the creek looked more and more familiar. We were on the right track. It was a bit easier going on the banks here and we often rock hopped in the creek which was easier still. Through the years Koda's love for water in all it's forms has grown to a bit of an obsession. He loves to splash in moving water and bite waterfalls, all while scream-barking. He's fine swimming in lakes but loses his mind near streams. He has to be on leash around them now. His fixation overrules his recall and he doesn't come when I call him. Not ok. Sometimes an outside perspective can help in a big way with a problem. Ryan suggested a whistle might work to snap him out of it. My Osprey pack has one built right in to the chest clip so I gave it a go to great success! With a bit more work I think some whistle training will go a long way with Koda.

A break in the trees on our right indicated that we had reached a memorable landmark from my first climb of the slide: a series of high, sandy, eroded banks on the south shore of the creek. We climbed up and Ryan got his first look at our destination: the rocky crag on the southern summit of the Macomb ridge with a virtual highway of a slide track for an approach. It was just as impressive a view as the first time. We headed back down to the stream and continued rock hopping as the first evidence of the slide came in the form of larger and larger sections of slab. As we got higher, the view back towards Elk Lake opened up. Once you are on solid rock for a while you can see the rubble track of the '47 slide on your left while the slab course continues straight with a sheet of water pouring down it. After slab climbing had made our climb a bit easier for a while, climbing out on the sandy rubble brought things back to challenge town.

Kodak leads the way

the slide track starts opening up

The view from the start of the rubble section. Worth the effort.


Koda, Ryan and I all struggled up the rubble. It's hard to make progress as you slide back with each step. We paused and rested quite a bit and took in the view. At this point a white throated sparrow started to sing it's haunting song (listen here and here) which many identify as the quintessential bird call of the Adirondacks. It's certainly a sound that makes me feel like I'm in the right place to find peace. With some soul nourishment we pushed on. Despite the backsliding and need for breaks, the subsummit crag kept getting closer. Our efforts were paying off. We approached the section where the rocky rubble is covered in red.....I don't know? Lichen? Oxidized iron? Not sure, but it's striking.

For once Koda sat still and looked at me for a picture

Closing in on the top
We reached the headwall and the point where Suvrat, Brian and I headed right up a steep pitch. While I knew Koda probably could make it up, it would probably give me a heart attack so we headed left along the base. Koda did attempt to climb it but was reigned in. It was challenging moving along the base and I wondered what it was like when there was a herd path here. Is this where it went? Was it in the forest below? We found a section that wasn't so steep and offered some protection in the form of dense krummholz. Finding a way up the final push that was safe for Koda was my main concern/ worry on this hike. The trees were tall enough that he was able to find spaces underneath and as usual led the charge. After pushing through the dense pines for a few minutes we came to a spot that I recognized from the first climb and knew we were on the right track. We took a more protected route than my first climb and it paid off: we actually stumbled on to a snippet of the former herd path! We had a minute or two of easy going before getting back into the thick of it. Closing in on the summit, the views opened up even more. We could see the great range now, clear pond and our first view of our final peak: Dix.

Not too shabby

Clear Pond

See you soon Dix!!!

A little bit of herd path!
For a mountain climber (especially ones who finds themselves off trail), one of the best feelings in the world is cresting the summit ridge. We were elated to be on firm safe ground and to no longer be climbing. We made our way south and found the overlook. On the first climb fog had rolled in by the final ascent and no views were to be had. I knew I'd have to come back some day and enjoy this spot. It just had to be epic. It was. Since the rock pokes out a bit from the ridge there's an 180 degree view from south to north uninterrupted by signs of man other than a few boats on Elk Lake and the miniature buildings of the resort. We took lots of pictures and enjoyed a snack. Koda got a summit pigs ear which he scarfed joyfully down. He was very calm on this hike and laid down for a little while on every summit we stopped on which is a rarity for him.

summit hanging

team future dads!

Our ascent route

Worth the wait and return trip

cool vegetation all along the summit ridges

After taking a nice long time appreciating our gorgeous and unique vantage point, it was time to bushwhack back along the ridge and rejoin civilization on the herd paths of the Dix Range. There are still faint traces of the path along the summit ridge which Brian, Suvrat and I were able to follow decently well the first time. This time Ryan and I saw it every now and then but not nearly as much. Lots of pushing through and climbing over stuff but never anything soul crushing. Close to the herd path, we heard folks chatting and I busted out a loud crow caw which was returned to me. Fun times. And just like that we popped out on the trail not far off from the summit. We re-entered society. Met some nice guys on the summit and a larger group of some younger folks. Since we had spent so much time with our own personal Macomb summit, we chatted for a few minutes and headed down the trail. It was utter joy to not have to plan every single step, slide in rubble or push through the woods. We just glided down the lovely, dry trail. The whole range was much drier than I expected considering the time of year.

The rock scramble up Carson was as fun as usual and it's always a pleasure to bask in those views in every direction. After a quick visit to the summit, we headed back to some open rock for another snack and rest. It was perfect weather for sitting around and taking in the views. Unseasonably cool in a very good way and bug free. The ups and downs along the ridge to the Hough col went quickly though Ryan and I both noticed we were started to feel it a bit. While Koda drank most of Slide Brook, he was exerting and panting quite a bit so he got a liter out of my pack in the col and another 3/4 of a liter on Dix. On the start of our Hough climb we started clumping up with several groups of hikers. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and enjoying their hikes. By the summit of Hough, I was definitely feeling it in my legs. We spent a good long time up there and dug into our secret weapons: sour gummy worms! Delicious and nutritious! As we were relaxing on Hough, Koda got an unexpected surprise: Greta, a young female German Shepherd came bounding out onto the summit excited to meet everyone. She was sweet as hell and teased Koda a little bit which he definitely deserves. It was nice to chat with a fellow GSD owner about their similarities and quirks. Nice guy! Nice people was definitely the theme of social interaction on the hike. Some days you're out there it it doesn't seem like anyone wants to talk. Or even smile hahaha.

The gummy's got us pretty far along the ridge up to Dix even though our pace was slowing a bit. What a great place to slow down though! There are so many awesome views along the stretch of trail. Seriously, there are so many great views all along the Dix Range. It's a great place to hike. The final push involves a few interesting scrambles, including one or two Koda needed a bit of a boost for. The views from the Beckhorn made the sore legs well worth it.

Nippletop in the foreground with the Great Range stretching out beyond

Giant and Rocky now in the mix

Grace Peak and all it has to offer
I was filled with joy as we made the final push to the Summit of Dix Mountain. We had quite the climb and soon we'd be standing on our fourth peak of the day with no more climbing to do. No more climbing! Great feeling. Folks were sprawled all over the various outcrops on the summit Ryan, Koda and I found our own little piece of heaven and settled in. More snacking resting and basking in the glory of one of the truly great summits of the Adirondack 46. Koda got some kibble as well as his second pigs ear. Oh the luxury! Ryan brought a cucumber and we both enjoyed the cooling crunch. We all (Koda included) sprawled out for a bit. It was quiet and peaceful. The white throated sparrows which seemed to have followed us all day flitted about and sang for us some more.

Summit Herk

All dem peaks

Elk Lake and our car seem a long way away
You have to leave sometime right? Usually stepping off a mountain is a bit bittersweet. Time to go home. This time it was a little on the sweeter side. We were going to descend into Hunter's Pass. I've heard great things for years and have been chomping at the bit to see it. If we have a boy we're naming it Hunter so visiting this place took on added significance. The views keep coming as you descend down the trail into the pass. It was exciting to go straight where the trail breaks right for Rte 73. All new from here on out! The descent was very steep like all the other trails off this mountain. It had a lot of character though and anytime you weren't on rock, there was very little erosion. Some early views at the top of the pass were quite impressive.

The slides on the west face of Dix

Lots of funky interesting stuff on Nippletop
We seemed to descend forever before leveling out. Deeper and deeper into the pass. Soon we were zig zagging down cliff bands until we were at the base of some might crumbling cliffs on Dix. There was some similarity to Indian Pass but plenty of character all it's own. In one spot a very recent rock fall had taken out a big swath of trees and deposited a dump trucks worth of crumbled rock on the trail. The trees pinned down underneath were still green! We pulled away from the cliffs on Dix and found ourselves at the base of some cliffs on Nippletop. Very different rock. Smooth and polished looking. We could also see the slides on the west face of Dix.

monster ferns

Tall cliffs

so much rock
Trees pouring off the cliff and into the pass
The trail leveled out and the woods closed in. The locale was no less beautiful for it. Soft trail underfoot with the passes drainage now roaring audibly over our left shoulder. I knew the temptation for Koda to run down the bank and play would be too much so he went on leash. When we reached the water, Ryan and I both filled our camelback bladders and drank heartily from the cold creek. I had given Koda the last of my water on the ridge knowing just how quick a dog can dehydrate. Ryan had been out since Dix too so we felt quite rich.

Typical trail conditions in the lower pass

Cold, clear and delicious

Pretty Iris
We hiked out. You know how it goes. Tired legs, dreams of taking your boots off, plotting what to eat. Hot dogs. Stewart's hot dogs became the dream. In just a little bit more time that dream became a reality. First a few more miles. We signed out and peeled off all the wet and sweaty stuff. I dried Koda as best I could and put him in the back. After a few minutes I heard a loud groan as he laid down content. It was a gorgeous, special, and I won't lie....very challenging day that brought us out of the woods with our souls invigorated.

Tired and content

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Indian Pass Camp and Marshall Climb 5/30-5/31/15

As a reward for finishing a large scale home project I wanted to take a camping trip to the high peaks. With no current lists in progress, there were no limitations on what I could do. Hike an old hike I loved, check out a new place....heck, I didn't even have to climb a high peak (though I knew I probably would hahaha). While pondering possibilities, I decided a celebratory trip would certainly be more fun with friends so I invited frequent camping partners Josh and Caroline to come along and pitched 2 or 3 different hikes. Caroline was immediately interested in this one so I began research and planning in earnest.

As the weekend approached, the forecast got sketchier with thunderstorms predicted starting on Saturday afternoon and lasting well into Sunday. I originally suggested we camp in tents at the Scott's Clearing campsites (with the thought that if it was buggy, we'd be more comfortable in tents) but Josh and Caroline in their wisdom thought the lean to would be a better option with bad weather and I wholeheartedly agreed. Though Rocky Falls lean to is on the way in, I was concerned about the forecast rains making Indian Pass Brook uncrossable (the lean to is on the other side of the brook from the trail). So all our eggs were in the Scott Clearing lean to basket (well, we did have tents just in case obviously). I was a little nervous as I generally am when I'm shooting for one lean to and have no back up lean to if it's full. I was also cautiously optimistic though knowing this area gets far lighter use than the base camps just over the MacIntyre Range.

We left the ADK lot just before 8 and ran into Christina (moosebeware on the high peaks forum) on her way to climb Street and Nye. We chatted until the intersection and wished each other good luck with the weather. The day was breaking pretty gorgeous so far and it set the mood off right. We made good progress along the beautifully maintained (thanks 46ers!) trail, crossing the numerous tributaries flowing out of the MacIntyre Range and into Indian Pass Brook. My first attempt and climbing into Indian Pass this way was in 2008 or so and we were turned back as it had been raining for quite some time and these tributaries were too high and fast to cross. The second time, Jeanette and I were doing trail work with the 46ers on a sweep that was supposed to go as far as Scott Clearing. It was Memorial Day 2013 and we were in town for the 46er banquet to receive our certificates. A foot of snow had fallen in the days before and a slushy rain fell over the abbreviated trail work outing. Indian Pass developed a reputation with me for limiting access due to weather.

With bright sunshine and a long dry period leaving the trail in great shape, we were able to make very solid time to the vacant Scott Clearing lean to. With that worry out of the way I excitedly dropped off my camping pack and got together my day pack for the climb, including food, rain gear, headlamp and my water pump. We stopped at the breached dam in Scott Clearing and got a nice look upstream at the height of the pass. From here we scampered up the at times challenging and scrappy high water route. After climbing it I wanted to make sure we skipped that on the way back! (we did) The location of the intersection with the Cold Brook Pass trail was quite scenic and got me excited for the climb. It appeared that thus far the mountain gods were granting us passage into the heart of the wilderness and were keeping us stoked with perfect weather.

The DEC stopped maintaining the Cold Brook Pass trail after Hurricane Irene. While there were some trees down, the trail was still plenty obvious though only occasionally blazed. The route crosses the brook numerous times and takes you on a tour of some gorgeous and unique waterfalls. It's amazing how many high peaks have the same format (approach trail>hike up mountain creek/ valley> steep final ascent) but how each route can be so different. I wanted to compare this trail with others and found it definitely had a flavor all its own.




I would consider the pitch to be moderate in the context of the high peaks and views soon opened up back down to the valley and up to the rocky buttresses on the Southwest face of Iroquois Peak. There is a really cool falls pretty high up the pass with a Big Cedar framing a view across Indian Pass. I held back on sharing pictures of all the different falls because I want to encourage folks to go visit them themselves! Worth it. Shepherd's tooth, a rocky nub just down from the summit of Iroquois came in to view. As I have a 46er German Shepherd, I do plan on visiting one day and get the patch for Koda's vest. Not today though. While folks do climb it from Cold Brook Pass, the view was enough for me. That must be a really tough climb. At around 3,700 ft we were visited by a small bird with some yellow patches on it's wings (not a cedar waxwing) which I at first thought was a boreal chickadee. After some further research I am now not sure what we saw.


The cairn at the start of the herd path, just before the height of land, was large and obvious. We turned right onto the herd path and started climbing the first stretch of trail up to the sub-summit. There were a bunch of fun scrambles right off the bat to get the heart beating. The herd path was a bit tighter than many of the more frequently used ones but was still easy to follow. We soon reached the sub summit and after coming off the top, got a good look at Marshall's true summit. As so frequently happens, it looked much further away than it really was. After some more scrambles, some of which were tough for Koda who required a butt boost, we found ourselves dumped out on the Herbert Brook herd path. The last 500 ft of the herd path before this had gotten a bit faint and if you had to pick it out from the Herbert Brook herd Path without knowing where it was, I'd say you'd have a tough time. Caroline tied her handkerchief from a branch just to be sure we wouldn't miss it on the way down. We were less than a minute from the summit! The weather continued to hold out (we later learned the front had stalled, which was a bit of a miracle considering what we were expecting) so we had awesome blue sky and fluffy cloud views from the top of the peak.



The black flies finally found us on summit so we deeted up a bit before enjoying lunch. Koda got a pigs ear and Josh and Caroline shared their blueberries with me which was quite a treat. It was MUCH nicer to descend this trail and it was fun to have gravity aiding for the first time this trip. We made good time down to the intersection and had a pow-wow: we had a visit to the plane crash site (a Piper Cherokee which crashed in 1969, click here and scroll down for description of the incident) on the itinerary but had decided to keep plans flexible with the forecast. Since the skies were still bright, we continued through the pass, looking for the large glacial erratic on the right which marks the location of the crash . This part of the trip had a bit of a treasure hunt vibe, and we kept wondering which big rock was going to be the one. There were a few jokes about glacial erotics. When we finally reached it (looking for stuff like this, I always feel like I've gone to far before I get there) there was no question about the rock. You can also see the wreck through the trees a bit. It was a bit spooky to see up there so high in the mountains in such an isolated place. that must have been a seriously scary 32 hours in the woods, badly injured and alone. I'm so glad and a bit amazed he survived. A credit to his will to survive and the responders who treated him when his location was finally pinned down.





We left the crash site and made our way back through the pass until we found a good source of moving water to pump from. It was icy cold and delicious. I had run out near the top of Marshall and finished half a liter in one big sip. It was nice to feel water rich again. I read the Dune Series for the first time this winter and their extreme conservation of water on a desert planet often pops into my head at times like this. We are so lucky in this region to have so much water everywhere! The descent was VERY enjoyable. We now knew all the various creek crossing points and got to each waterfall landmark much quicker than the climb up . I was pretty shocked to see the intersection with the Indian Pass trail when we came upon it. Another option on our trip was the summit rock of Indian Pass. As "Peanut Butter and Jelly Legs" had set in, we decided to return to camp but to stop at the dam first for some refreshment. We dipped our toes into the clear cold water and Koda was allowed off leash briefly to enjoy his favorite activity in the world: swimming.



After the black flies found us again we headed back to camp. The sky had grown darker and we could see some dark clouds coming over the Lost Pond Peak/ Street/ Nye ridge. A few minutes before reaching our lean to thunder rumbled ominously. We put down our stuff and I quickly grabbed up our bear cans just as it started to rain. What amazing and lucky timing! Every minute of the hike in and climb was dry and gorgeous. When we got 'home' safe and sound, the skies opened up. We watched the rains fall mesmerized for an hour or two before getting to the dinner cooking. This was Josh and Caroline's first time camping in a lean to and right off the bat, they got one of my favorite experiences: watching the weather outside with no glass between you and it but still all warm and dry. We shared 3 backpackers meals (I tried the Mountain House biscuits and Gravy for the first time and would highly recommend it, especially for breakfast!) and a few nips of Fireball Cinnamon flavored whiskey thanks to Emily's (ringpopsandmountaintops on the high peaks forums) constant plugs. It was very tasty! Thanks!!! We had a lot of fun reading the log book and Josh wrote the entry for our trip. The lean to appears to go months at a time without a visitor or at least a visitor who records the trip. After his dinner of kibble and a 3 serving tuna packet, Koda settled in to sleep around 6 to make sure he could wake me up at day break. Thanks buddy! Who needs an alarm clock when you have an always stoked high energy dog.



The group was in their bags before 9 and slept until 7. Koda of course started waking me up every 20 minutes or so starting at 5 but after a walk or two to pee, settled back down and let me nod off a few more times. We had an odd hodgepodge of breakfast including those Folgers tea packets of coffee, oatmeal, candy corn and a backpackers pantry huevos rancheros. I've been lugging that damn packet around with me for years and since you have to use a skillet after rehydrating, I've always been too lazy to make it. Glad I finally did because it was pretty tasty! It had rained off and on all night and was steadily drizzling as we broke down camp. A tributary of Indian Pass Brook is about 100 ft from the front of the lean to and we had noticed how much it had risen with the new rains. While it was higher, I didn't think we had anything to worry about as far as getting out was concerned. We said our farewells to our home for the night, donned rain gear and began our soggy walk out.



We made our way out with limited conversation and dreams of a warm car and Stewart's in our (my) future. It's certainly easier to endure getting wet knowing in less than 2 hours you'll be safe, sound and out of the elements. Josh and Caroline have been great hiking/ camping accomplices through the years including Gray/ Marcy/ Skylight from Flowed Lands and Grace via the Great Slide with a night spent camping along the Boquet River. It was nice to add another great trip to our list.