Busy trail for a Wednesday afternoon. Lots of families. Got to the top and sat for a moment, then headed over toward Firescrew. Nice view looking back toward Cardigan. Made our way back after hanging out for a bit and the summit of Cardigan was cleared out. Very nice 360 degree views. Perfect weather!
Route up/down: West Ridge Trail
June 6, 2013
In an attempt to train for the Monadnock-Sunapee Greenway thru-hike in September my girlfriend and I decided we would try our first 4,000 ft mountain. Not only were we climbing our first “Big Girl” mountain, we also decided it would be a good idea to strap 32 lb multi-day packs to our backs.
After failing an attempt at the Falling Waters trail last fall in Franconia we knew we had to get an early start. Starting the trek to Little Haystack at 11am in the middle of October and then having to turn around about a half mile from the top made us seriously reconsider our start times from then on. Although I do believe if we hadn’t focused so much on making pancakes and having a maple syrup blind taste test we probably would have gotten started a little earlier that morning. Can you tell the difference between Grade A dark amber and Grade B maple syrup? Martina can, it was very impressive. I digress.
We awoke at 5am and sleepily dressed in the dawning sunlight. After driving for what seemed like a lifetime without coffee, we arrived at Tilton Diner for a pretty good breakfast, not as good as usual due to a rookie cooking in the back. Nonetheless, we arrived at the Tripoli Road parking lot with our bellies full and our expectations high. I fired up Martina’s cell phone so we could track our path on our fancy GPS app that never seems to work properly on my phone. Stupid force close! I placed the phone on top of the car with our map and started to outstretch our trekking poles. In some tragic twist of collaboration the phone ended up wedged on top of the roof and between the back trunk and when I lowered the trunk to grab it I heard a faint crunching noise. Long story short, that phone was not making it out alive.
We posed for our obligatory start of the trail photo in front of the Mt. Osceola trail sign and we were on our way. The first mile or so wasn’t bad. The trail had a lot of boulders on it but it was kind of fun maneuvering around them. We had decided we would take a cue from an ultralight backpacking book I had read and hike for 45 minutes without stopping and rest for 15 minutes instead of hiking till we thought we were going to pass out and then stand there panting for about 5 minutes till we caught our breath. After the first two hours of this routine I thought we were doing pretty well except without our GPS we had no idea how far we had gotten. Our packs were starting to get a bit heavy but we still felt good. I was leading and Martina was fading in and out behind me. As we strolled up on our third hour, doubt began to creep in. Thoughts began filling our heads… Why haven’t we reached the top yet? Weren’t we supposed to come out on a scenic ledge at some point? Let me see that map again?! Will this path ever end?
Martina took the lead for the fourth installment and I began to fade fast. It may have been because my outdated pack was beginning to dig into my shoulders or that my outdated pack was filled with six cans of green beans and a ton of other irrelevant items for a day hike. Regardless I was definitely feeling fatigued. At this point in the day we had already been passed by a half dozen folks and as we were approaching the land of diagonal rock faces with water running down them, the man that had left approximately 15 minutes before us was coming down the trail. Neither Martina nor I dared to ask “How much further to the top?” I had no idea whether I should take this as a good sign or a bad one.
What I did take as a bad sign was one of those aforementioned diagonal flat rock faces in front of us with a twenty foot drop-off on the left side and nothing to speak of as far as grip on the right side. The only thing we could use for footing was a tangled up mess of flimsy roots that had grown over a section of the rock. So, I daringly/stupidly decided that I was going to go first. I found a root that looked a little less flimsy than the rest and stepped on it to test its strength. It felt pretty good so I climbed up and reached out for one the trees to assist me in stepping up. Oooopps not that tree, grasping for what appeared to be a hardy tree turned out to be a tree whose roots had been saturated by the water that had been running down the side of the mountain since March. Ok, here’s a better one, just hoping it was, and success! I pulled myself and my pack which was pulling hard against me up the rock. Thankfully the tree held even though I know I’m not supposed to depend on vegetation to aid me.
Soon after that I started to fall even further behind. Martina turned around, probably because she could no longer hear my panting, and asked if I was ok. I said I was and then she told me I was doing a good job. To which I replied, “I don’t feel like I’m doing a good job”, holding back a few tears. She gave me a hug and we agreed that the hike was hard and seemingly endless. Then she asked The Question: “Do you want to keep going?” “Yes” I replied definitively and we kept moving.
About 30 minutes later we reached the top, the packs came off immediately and the snacks came out! The top was basically one enormous slab of rock that dropped off to another flat outstretched slab. The view was outstanding even though clouds had started to settle in. We rested our packs on top of the leftover base of a fire tower that once stood on top and began taking pictures. I looked around for the geographical survey button that tops all of NH’s 4,000 footers and came upon it after a few minutes of searching. We dined on a Philadelphia Feast of Butterscotch Krimpets, Peanut Butter Kandycakes, Peanut Chews and Peanut Butter Cups. It was heavenly, the only thing that would have improved our feast would have been some hot coffee because it was getting pretty darn cold up there.
We visited the top of Mt. Osceola for about 40 minutes and then decided to begin our descent. The way down took about 2/3 the amount of time that the way up took, but the trail still seemed endless. We talked a lot on the way down, just passing the time complaining, discussing future trips, calling out for bears, “Yo Bear!” and taking a few spills along the way. Martina put my grace to shame by scraping her knee twice in the same spot and her hand once. Our pants were covered in mud by the time we reached the bottom and it looked as if we had just hiked the MSGW.
When the trail opened up to wood logs on both sides and a gravel path layed out before us we practically jumped for joy. And when the car appeared to us we felt a happiness swell up inside. I had never been so happy to see a hunk of metal with four wheels in my life, because I knew that meant we could get rid of our packs and peel off our hiking boots. I did and it was glorious, I immediately put on my slippers and hopped into the car. Our first 4,000 footer down and hopefully our only one carrying a 32 lb pack. Reflecting back on it only an hour later I felt a great sense of accomplishment for what we had done and started flipping through the book for our next hike.
Route up/down: Mt Osceola trail
This was experiment number one for Our Summer of Hiking. My girlfriend and I are hiking the MSGW this Summer and we are getting ready by taking 7-8 mile hikes wearing our multiday packs filled with 30-35 lbs. We loaded up the night before with all of our gear for what could have been the Appalachian Trail, but was only an 8 mile loop in Southwestern NH. Also the 5 cans of green beans we used to simulate our food weight would not have been too tasty on a five day trek. We arrived at Pisgah SP around 9 am after a tasty breakfast at Intervale Farm Pancake House. We strapped on our packs for what would be the second and only time I've had 32 lbs on my back, but this time for approximately 5 hours. Not just the messing around last night for five minutes, climbing over fake rocks and ducking under fake branches in our apartment, while the cats looked on in amazed confusion. We started off down the Kilburn Road and everything was going well until we got past the kilburn loop trails and then the path to the left that the guidebook alluded to seemed to begin to deteriorate. There were no blazes and we continued on the well established road even past a sign that said Not a Maintained Trail. We figured "Ok so it will be rough for a little bit" not "Ok we should go back and see what we did wrong." So we followed that for about a half mile till it got really unmarked and we decided to turn around. Of course sputtering and swearing a bit as we realized we just hiked a mile for nothing. We then decided to take the Kilburn loop trail in order to get the correct mileage and get our 7-8 mile goal with the packs. Climbing up the Kilburn Loop we noticed an enormous sign indicating the Pisgah Ridge Trail, the trail we had been looking for! So we decided to suck it up and go to the summit and decide from there if we wanted to do the entire loop. At the summit of Pisgah the view of Monadnock was dominant. I read in the guidebook that the view from the ledge was even better than the summit, so off we went. After about a half hour of wondering why we hadn't gotten to the ledge yet and if we had already passed it and hadn't noticed a view better than the summit of a mountain, we arrived at the ledge. It was worth the extra mile of hiking and we were going to need that extra mileage if we wanted to reach our mark. We chowed down on Tastycake ButterScotch Krimpets and Humpty Dumpty Everything Potato Chips and hung out for about 30 minutes. After contemplating completing the loop for a total of about 9.5 miles, for approximately 3 seconds we put our packs back on and hiked back up to Pisgah summit. The way back was much less eventful and took much less time. When we saw the sun reflecting off of the two cars in the parking lot through the trees it was one of the greatest reliefs of my life. I knew this huge growth that had attached itself to my back was about to be removed. As I peeled the backpack off my shoulders and tossed it into the back seat a feeling of accomplishment set in. We had done what we had set out to do and that felt good. The trip was altered slightly but you always have to expect the unexpected when you stomp off into the wilderness. It was a good day!
Route up/down: Kilborn Loop to Pisgah Ridge Trail
Started out at 7:45 am. We were the first car in the parking lot, not a soul in sight. The ride up was not promising. All the way up 93 North we drove through thick fog. When we began our ascent into Franconia Notch the clouds began to part and the day started looking up. We crossed under the highway and made our way into the woods. We had snowshoes that we decided to leave in the car because the path looked pretty packed down. With about a half mile left till the peak we verbalized that the snowshoes probably would have come in handy and on the way down we verbalized it a few more times. Along with a few other "verbalizations" as we hung on to trees while skiing down a few steep spots. But all in all we really only needed our light traction to tackle the hike. The view at the top was wonderful! The fog had lifted except for some that had settled into the town of Lincoln which made the scenery extra breath-taking. The view of Franconia Ridge was crystal clear with a few puffy clouds thrown in the dramatic effect. We had a great hike and were so glad we started out early because we ran into about a dozen people and 4 dogs on our way down. When we got back to the parking lot it was filled to the gills with hikers and snowmobilers. It was a great day that started out looking a little grim but, ended up beautiful. Thankfully my girlfriend persists when the weather looks bad, because even in the Fog and Rain you never know what the view from the top is gonna be!! Side Note: I had an unfortunate Butterscotch Krimpet accident on top of Pemi's forehead and am saddened to say that I did leave a trace today. But, I was not going to slide halfway down his forehead to retrieve them.
Route up/down: Mount Pemigewasset Trail
Cloudy day, driving through Franconia Notch we were pretty sure we wouldn't have any visibility. The cherry mountain trail was covered with fallen leaves and snow. The trail narrowed at one point and dropped off on the right hand side to a stream below. After the narrow area the trail got steeper as it made its way up to the logging road. After crossing the logging road and making a left towards Mt. Martha's summit we found tons of animal tracks in the snow. We even saw what appeared to be a Mink run out of the woods onto the trail and bound up the trail ahead of us. Very cool! When we got up to the top the Presidentials were partly covered in clouds and the sun was causing them to glow out the bottom of the clouds. We never got to see them completely uncovered but seeing them in the clouds and with the partially sun was a very stunning sight when we first got to the top. Walked to the other side near the old fire tower and saw Bretton Woods with all their trails snow covered. Very nice day. I slipped and fell twice, well I say twice, my girlfriend says three times, but who's counting, on the way down due to snow and slush on top of a blanket of fall leaves on the trail. Didn't do to much damage to myself. We used microspikes starting about 2/3 of the way up and then used them about 3/4 of the way down.
Route up/down: Old Cherry Mountain Trail
Started the morning in clouds on the not very well marked but very well used, as to not cause any confusion, Davis Path. The temp was about 34 degrees. The temperature and the weather improved from that point on. The trail is fairly steep. At one point I joked because it was like torture seeing the entire path in front of you that just goes straight up, no twists, no turns, no switchbacks, just straight up. Poor horses probably didn't like that part either! Started to see snow about half way up. Not enough to break out any extra equipment or anything just made you think about your footing a little more. Once we got to the top the view is exhilarating! All around you are mountains, basically everything New Hampshire has to offer you is on display here! With the Presidentials towering in front. Washington was covered with a large cloud, but we could tell it was on the move. We waited, ate some clif bars (side note- the iced gingerbread is delicious) and soon enough the clouds moved and and revealed Mt. Washington in all its glory. Tuckerman's Raven is building up its snow reserves. Only 6 of us climbed that mountain today and it was worth it. I know it was only 6 because we were the first to start in the parking lot and the last to leave. We are referring to ourselves as "The Fat Hikers". We love hiking so we just give ourselves a bunch of time and our "sticktoittiveness" gets us to the top! And eventually we will be "The Chubby Hikers" etc...
Route up/down: Davis Path