~*~ Adirondack High Peaks, NY ~*~

“Semi-solo in the rain”

 

Date: August 12-15, 2004

Hikers: Just me for the most part, Anthony for one day.

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When Anthony told me that he had a lacrosse tournament in Lake Placid, NY and wanted to hike while he was there, I jumped on the opportunity to go with him. He offered to drive me up and leave me to my backpacking wiles while he was busy with the tourney. How could I refuse a ride to the ADK High Peaks?

 

8-11-04

I rode with Anthony to Lake Placid last night. I had forgotten how beautiful it is up here. I barely remember the last time – I suppose from being preoccupied with 10 campers. As we drove up through Saratoga Springs, we were treated by fireworks in the distance. Anthony remarked that we had perfect seats as showers of red, white, blue and green poured across the sky in front of us. Adding to the awe was the most spectacular lightening show I have ever witnessed. The first display shot out from behind a mountain like fingers reaching across the sky. It warranted an awestruck “wow” from both of our mouths.

 

As we drove on north, the lightening became increasingly amazing. It seemed to come from nowhere and was never a bolt or the same show twice. It simply crackled in the middle of the sky and spread out like spider veins. Truly remarkable and unlike anything I’ve ever seen Silence had come over both of us just waiting to see what would happen next.

 

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8-12-04

We had coffee and bagels at a little Sourdough Bakery on the main street outside of Lake Placid. After breakfast, we drove out to Cascade’s trailhead. Despite the overcast weather it beautiful for a morning hike. We hit the trail around 9:00am and started up the 2.4 mile trek to the summit. Anthony signed us in at the trailhead register and noted that there were two people already on the trail.

 

It’s been awhile since I’ve been up to the High Peaks but I was instantly reminded that a lot of climbing and mud would be in my future for the weekend. We passed nobody as we negotiated our way through the morning fog, hoping that the rain and clouds would hold off just a bit longer. I was wearing my really old Hi-Tec boots, which I absolutely adore and have been everywhere from the Grand Canyon to the A.T. in VT with me. Ne’er a blister to be had in these babies! I was doing my best to keep up with Mr. 13-foot-leg-man. I swear every step he takes is three for me. I want those long legs for climbing rocks!

Once we broke tree line, we faced the giant rock slab that could be “Any Summit” in the High Peaks. About halfway to the top we encountered a woman with her 11-12 year old son already heading back down. We exchanged pleasantries and noted that it looked like Anthony and I would barely make it for the view. The clouds were rolling in quickly and rain threatened us. Once on the top, we sat and enjoyed what we could see. We discussed the possibility of having on office on the peak, which reminded Anthony of a phone call he needed to make to his boss. As he made the call, I thought “hmmm…what could I do to have an office up here”.

 

My camera batteries died on me so I snapped some pictures with his camera. I particularly liked the one shown here to the right because it was such an overcast day and his red jacket looks like a beacon on the rock. It was an instant Verizon commercial. “Can you hear me now?” Perfect reception on the peak! Go figure.

 

After about 30 minutes of relaxing, we headed back to the trailhead. He had a lacrosse game to get to and I still needed to get to my camp (yup, car camping w/out the car). It began to rain almost as soon as we got off the slab and back onto the dirt/rock trail. Several people were on their way to the summit but I’m afraid they weren’t going to get much of a view at that point. A group of teenage girls that we bumped into on a false summit seemed a little smitten with Anthony…jailbait, buddy! We passed a dad with his son and daughter. The son looked like he was loving life but the teenage girl in the belly shirt and skin tight low-rise jeans looked like she would rather be having a root canal. I wonder how far they made it.

Anthony dropped me off at a campground off of Rt. 73 between Lake Placed and Saranac Lake and was off again. I would see him in three days after the tournament was over. I unpacked my car-camping tent (a three person Swiss Army dome) and bag and spread myself out in a quiet corner of the campground, relaxed with my journal and a book and took the rest of the day to do just about nothing. It was a nice change of pace; I don’t usually have the time to “do nothing”. After a feeble attempt at bear bagging, I hit the sack and called it an early night. The rain was ticking me off. Just enough of it to be an annoyance, really.

 

8-13-04

I’m not sure what time I woke up but it was raining. Oh great…and I had forgotten to bring my raingear with me. I decided to have some breakfast and coffee and then go explore. The map at the campground indicated that the Lake Placid Railroad ran right behind the property so I eventually wandered down and decided to take a hike along the tracks a la Stand By Me. It was a peaceful walk and the train didn’t come along even once. Although the weather was kind of iffy, I didn’t mind being chilled because I knew a hot shower at the campground would fix me right up.

 

The tracks pass through some really scenic little areas, with peaks jutting out all over the place. As I turned the corner, I noticed lots of fence and a giant brick building. Upon further examination, I discovered I was walking by a federal penitentiary. Oh bloody hell!!! Images of escaped convicts raced through my mind and I immediately turned around and high-tailed it back from where I came. As hurried along the tracks, I realized suddenly that my boots felt funny. I stopped and plopped down on a rock for closer inspection only to find that not one, but both of the soles of my boots were flapping away like flip-flops on the backs of my boots. Are you kidding me?!?!? I’m in the High Peaks and my boots are busted!?!? Fan-freakin’-tastic.

 

Back to the campground I went, wet and pissed off about my boots. I had sneakers waiting for me in the tent but sheesh…sneakers are not very supportive on the terrain around here. When I reached camp, I tossed my boots off and hit the showers. I was sick of being wet by now and decided the best thing to do would be to get dry and warm and walk to Tail o’ the Pup for a nice hot dinner and cold beer. So I did. I had a really good salad with BBQ chicken on it.. I met the owner of the place, who was incredibly nice and showed me his first ever $75 martini as he took it off to a table of folks who were obviously in need of a stiff drink. I headed back out into the rain for camp. Of course, my headlamp was in the tent because I didn’t think I’d be back so late and on my way through the campground, I slammed my left thigh into the corner of a picnic table. It’s a lovely shade of blue/purple, thank you very much.

Time for bed.

 

8-15-04

Good morning indeed! What a beautiful day to wake up to! I was ready to hit the trail today and see some stuff. I quickly gathered up snacks and water, through on my sneakers and headed back to the railroad to find the trailhead for Scarface. I ended up walking by it twice before I realized it couldn’t have been any more obvious. Sometimes I’m not too bright…

 

The first part of the trail is very nice. Wide and grassy in most parts and only a slightly gradual incline. The forest around here is beautiful and green from the rain. Although the trail was a bit wet from the rainfest we’d been having, it did nothing to dampen my spirits. I was only on the trail about 30 minutes when I caught up with a couple who were heading for the summit as well. We chatted briefly and I discovered they were from New London, CT, only about 15 minutes from where my dad lives. Small world!

 

Then the hike got fun. The climbing ensued, although the abundance of water made it more like hiking in a stream bed at times. It wasn’t too bad but I was cautious because the rocks and roots were very slippery. I did manage to leave one really nice skid mark in the mud when my left leg decided it was ready to go back down the mountain without me.

 

I came upon a point where I couldn’t see any blazes. I was momentarily confused as I looked around trying to find anything to help me. I could see them behind me, but nowhere else. I looked up at the straight and very steep rock slab that was covered with roots and thought “hmm”. That’s when I saw the blaze at the top of the rock. Oh hell yeah!!! The only way to get up the rock was to maneuver from one branch to the next…very carefully. It took me a little while because some of them were a decent stretch for my legs but I was having a blast! As I turned the corner, I heard the couple I had met earlier chatting about the trail. I can only assume they found the same blaze I did because I heard the woman see “Are you f*cking kidding me? No f*cking way am I climbing that f*cking thing!” And that was the last I heard or saw of the CT couple.

 

Scarface has an entire slew of false summits…and to be perfectly honest, I don’t know if I ever actually reached the real one or not. If I did, some of the false ones had much better views. Once I started hitting them, I was rewarded with blue skies and some killer views. That CT woman really should have reconsidered climbing that rock. It’s a shame she missed it. Not another soul was around so I stopped and kicked back a few times to enjoy it. After putzing around a bit, I decided to head back down and stop at one of the other false summits for a snack.

I ended up meeting another couple and sharing my dried fruit with them while we chatted. They were wondering where the summit was and I told them I honestly wasn’t too sure but the best view was right here, that’s why I had come back down. I’m not sure if they continued or not because when I left, they were still lounging in the sun.

 

My feet hurt a bit from being in sneakers and not having support on the ankles, especially with all the mud. I kept slipping and it was getting tiring. I passed only one other couple who were hiking with their Australian Shephard. They both commented that they needed to invest in trekking poles because it would have made the hike a lot easier. I smiled and agreed and happily bopped away while they sat and drank water.

 

I was back at the campground by 4pm, took a shower and went to read. A troop of Boy Scouts took over the site next to mine which thrilled me to death. Especially when at 10pm they were still giggling like girls about being kissed for the first time and about how Zack likes Emily but Emily likes a 7th grader. Oh the angst of being a pre-teen. Say good-night boys!

 

8-15-04

They went to bed late and they were up at the butt crack of dawn. I’m going to kill them. All of them! I barely slept with the racket they were making and I was inclined to say something to the trip leader but I decided to be nice. In hindsight, I should have politely told them how obnoxious they were.

 

I packed my stuff up, read for awhile and then went to read while I waited for Anthony to finish his game. He arrived around 3pm and decided to take a quick shower at the campground facilities. I was grateful for that. Eight hours in a car with someone who just played two games of lacrosse would not have been so pleasant.

 

It was a rainy but nice few days. I can’t wait to go back up to the ‘Daks for some backpacking rather than just dayhiking and rain dodging. It’s truly beautiful in the Lake Placid area and Tail o’ the Pup is on my list for “must visit” for post-backpacking extravaganzas!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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