8/14/10

Jeanette and I worked the week before we started the Northville-Placid Trail in Plattsburgh (Chazy actually). We drove down to my folks camp in Eagle Bay that Friday. We had Walter, our black cat with us, he would be staying with my parents while we were in the woods. The plan was to drive to the end of the trail, the Averyville rd trail head in Lake Placid where we would meet up with New York State Licensed Guide Tom Haskins who was running an NPT shuttle service at the time. He would drive us to the start of our journey In Upper Benson, NY.

We woke up at 5 AM to leave by 7. Mom made lots of strong coffee and a breakfast feast. We saw two deer and a coyote cross the road near Tupper and a bear on the side of 28 the night before. Tom was there waiting at the trail head right at 9am, reclining on the bed-edge of an old but well-maintained gray pick-up. The drive down was lovely.



W meet Derrick at the trail head wearing his grandfather's safari hat. He wanted to see us off on our first stretch. We set up our bags and ate some Screamen Eagle Pizza for good luck and nice times. The first stretch of trail had some really nice campsites (an easy day hike in for a nice weekend in the woods), especially the one right before the bridge over West Stormy or Goldmine Creek.



Silver Lake was quite lovely. After hiking about 7 miles we rested there and had another fine Derrick gourmet cheese nosh. Jeanette slipped into a nap on her pad (an endearing little habit she's formed) while Derrick and I discussed safety for the rest of our trip while watching some dragonflies and frogs. We met Bud there. He started the trail a few hours before us and had found his lean-to for the night. He was hiking solo and looked to be doing some fishing and solitude pursuit as well as hiking. Derrick followed us as far as to the next water source where he filled his bottle. We parted ways.



Just before approaching Canary Pond, a beaver meadow/ wetland (visible on the map) presented us with our first challenge of will on our journey. From my journal: 'the beaver meadow was an up-to-the-knee mudfest, quite debilitating to the soul'. After Jeanette's trying struggle in the bog of despair we made it to the shore of Canary pond where we planned on washing up and making sure none of the 'worms' we encountered in the marsh got too comfortable on our feet.



We stumbled through a tent site with 3 tarp and hammock set-ups. As we approached the shore, 3 dudes and 5(?) dogs were wrenched out of an afternoon sun-baked nap next to the lapping waters. Three of the dogs were size-able and irate Bull Mastiffs. The Owner eventually settled them down and we shared a conversation with these guys. They had been doing this hike each summer for several years and were doing it North to south, the opposite of the standard approach. Got some great advice and encouragement which got us back on our feet for the last stretch.

It was a blur to the next lean to (Mud Lake, our first) as we were very tired. Beautiful place, lean-to in great condition. Slept many hours.

Day 1: 13.2 miles

we saw frogs, toads, dragonflies, a hawk (which followed us), and assorted small birds including a grouse.