Shelving Rock Falls & Mountain

The desire for another adventure into the winter wilderness of the Southern Adirondacks led us into the Shelving Rock area off of the eastern bank of Lake George.  Sunday was a fantastic day where we got to meet new friends, enjoy a gorgeous frozen waterfall, and climb a mountain with a decent view of Buck Mountain and Lake George.

We started the morning by parking in the second parking area (the one with the DEC sign for Shelving Rock Mountain) and made our way down to the Shelving Rock Falls trail that was approximately 1/2 mile down the road.  With our microspikes stuck to our feet, and our packs strapped to our backs, we set out around 8:15am.  The trail to the falls is wide and well traveled without any large boulders or refuse that would make the hike difficult.  Once on the trail, you only need to travel 0.4 miles until you are graced with the beauty of the Shelving Rock Falls.  This time of year, it was frozen over, but you could still see water flowing beneath the thick ice — it was awesome!

It wasn’t enough to just enjoy the Falls from the bottom, so Mark, Dave, and I decided to climb up the frozen falls using a series of rocks and thick ice shelves to a perch 1/2 up the fantastic wall of ice.  Buddy, the chocolate lab, didn’t want to be left out, so he activated his inner mountain goat, and joined us.  Here’s a short video I recorded that shows how cool these frozen falls looked up close.

After spending a bit of time enjoying the beauty of Shelving Rock Falls, the group decided to continue down the trail to visit the shores of Lake George to a section known as Log Bay.  Being able to waltz out onto the frozen lake was good fun, but we made sure to keep safe and not venture too far from the shore.  We hung out for approximately 10 minutes, then started the trek back to the parking area for a quick bite to eat before heading up the trail to the Shelving Rock Mountain summit.

Once we reached the cars and grabbed some food, we set out on the 1.7 mile hike up Shelving Rock Mountain.  The mountain is ~1,130 feet high, and with the numerous switchbacks, the trail (an old horse carriage path) is quite pleasant to walk on.  One  of the things that I really love about hiking in the Adirondacks is that even on short, “easy” hikes, you are treated to a variety of amazing sights while walking through the woods.  I say “easy” hike, but even to folks who have climbed a number of the High Peaks, there were still a few sections of the path that got your blood pumping and your lungs moving, so just be prepared to sweat a little if you head out.

Once we made it to the top of Shelving Rock Mountain, there is an open expanse that would be an awesome place to have a picnic when the weather gets a little nicer.  Then it’s only a short little jaunt up the rest of the path to actual summit.  We were led to believe that there would be some very clear panoramic views of Buck Mountain all the way to the Tongue Mountain Range, but the abundance of trees only allowed us a nice view of Buck Mountain and the southern bit of Lake George.  We weren’t disappointed though — it was beautiful and we were all glad to have made the mountain part of our day’s plans.

We hung out at the top for a bit and grabbed a quick snack, but Andrew and I had to get back to the cars and head home, so we hoofed it back down the mountain at a pretty good pace.  We made the return trip from the summit to the parking area in less than 25 minutes, and were on our way.

This was an amazingly fun day, and it marked the first time that all of us actually got together for a hike – it’s been almost a year of trying to figure out something that worked with everybody’s schedule – so I’ll always look back on it with fond memories.

As always, happy hiking!

Distance: 5.98 miles
Time: 4:23:07
Party: Jay, Andrew, Mark (& Daisy), Erica, Dave (& Buddy), Mike, Teagan, Katie

Moreau Lake State Park

Not only was this the first hike of 2017 for Greg and me, but it was also our first winter hike AND our first time using spikes.  It was a whole lot of fun, and we couldn’t have asked for a more fantastic outing with a couple of great friends!

I hadn’t been on any trails since the beginning of September when we did The Wolfjaws, and I had an itch that (thankfully) our day in the Moreau Lake State Park trails system scratched perfectly!  A beautiful January day on the trails was exactly what I needed.  The trails throughout the park are a gem that I never knew existed – prior to yesterday, Moreau Lake was just a really nice place to swim during the summer.  Now that I know what else lies within the park, I can’t wait to come back year-round.  In fact, one of the highlights of yesterday’s adventure was walking across the frozen lake from one shore to the other …

Some parts of the trail were steep, rocky and covered with ice, so this was far from a walk in the park, however the majority of the hike was mild grade inclines and mostly walking through the trees.  The paths are clearly marked with colored trail markers and blazes painted on trees.  For our path, we took the Red Oak Ridge trail to the Moreau Overlook trail where we were able to catch a gorgeous view of Moreau Lake as well as the Green Mountains of Vermont to the east.  From there we took the Ridge Run trail to the Western Ridge trail.  On the Western Ridge trail we reached the first overlook where we could see the Hudson River winding far below us between the Palmertown Range (where we were) and the Luzerne Mountains.  The day was so clear that we could easily see the Southern Adirondack mountains far off in the distance.

Originally, we were going to continue on the Western Ridge trail, but we decided instead to head back the way we came.  Once we reached the junction between the Moreau Overlook trail and the Red Oak Ridge trail, we decided to stay on the Moreau Overlook trail which brought us comfortably down to one of the camping areas at the state park.  This is where we were able to access the beach and decided to walk across the frozen lake to the warming hut.  Once we reached the warming hut, we dropped our packs for a bit and enjoyed the fire in the hearth while resting our legs.  We hung out for about 25 minutes before putting our packs back on and walking up the road the remaining 1/3 mile to the parking lot.

Another amazing day in the great NY outdoors!  I’m trying to rope-a-dope the guys into doing the Tupper Lake Triad with me sometime in February/Early March … we’ll see.

Distance: 7.6 miles
Time: 6:31:12
Party: Jay, Greg, Andrew, Mark (& Daisy)

The Wolfjaws

The long Labor Day weekend lent itself perfectly to another trip to the Adirondack High Peaks – this weekend we tackled the Wolfjaw Mountains!  We got a really early start because we were worried about the parking situation at the St. Huberts/AMR lot on Ausable Rd – we didn’t want to have another experience like the one at the Elk Lake lot when we did the Dix Range. Turns out that Sunday was the right day to hike during the holiday weekend; we arrived at the lot at 5:40am and there were tons of spaces left.

The first rays of sun were starting to lighten the sky as we strapped on our packs and began the 0.7 mile walk up to the beautiful AMR gate at the start of Lake Road.   From there it was only another .25 miles to the trail off to the “East River Trail”.  We walked that for a bit until we found the junction that split off to follow the East River Trail on your left, or the West River Trail on your right.  We choose the West River Trail, and crossed the bridge to the other side of the East Branch Ausable River to make our way to the Wedge Brook Trail and up to the junction between Upper Wolfjaw (UWJ) and Lower Wolfjaw (LWJ) mountains.

At approximately 2.8 miles we reached the Wedge Brook bridge, so we took a few minutes to enjoy the small waterfall, eat an apple, and shed some layers.  Greg and I also noticed a few hotspots on our heels, so we took some time to tape them up before any blisters started to form.  The pool that we rested by was beautiful and cold — something that was extremely refreshing on the trek back to the car later in the afternoon.

During the climb up the Wedge Brook Trail, there were a few instances when Greg thought he was only going to make it up one of the Wolfjaws.  The plan had morphed into him hanging out at the junction between Lower and Upper Wolfjaw while Mark and I climbed Lower.  Then on the way back down, we’d pick him up and head out to Upper.  This would have given Greg a good chunk of time to sit down and relax, and he was really digging that idea.  When we reached the junction (about 1.6 miles from the Wedge Brook bridge), we took a few minute break, drank some water, had a Cliff bar and prepared for the last bit up to the summit of Lower Wolfjaw.  Greg surprised us when he said he decided that he was going to do both mountains.

With this, the Three Amigos were ready get moving.  In my research, I had read that this next section was supposed to be a fairly tough climb – estimating ~700′ elevation gain in only a 1/2 mile.  It turns out that the route we took wasn’t that bad and we were able to easily make our way up without any difficulties.   There’s a small clearing approximately 0.3 miles from the summit that serves as a three-way junction between the trail we were on (Red markers), the trail to the summit of Lower Wolfjaw (Yellow markers), and a trail to Upper Wolfjaw (Yellow markers).  On the descent from this clearing to Wolfjaws Notch, I started to think maybe that was section of trail that other reports stated was a rough climb — the climb down it wasn’t an easy go.

We reached the summit of LWJ at 11:35am, where met a few other hikers as we took in the (limited) views.  Lower Wolfjaw is ranked 30th in the High Peaks list, and was #6 for Greg, #10 for me, and #18 for Mark.  One woman we met was from Ottawa, and she was planning on hiking out to Slant Rock to camp for the night.  We chatted a bit and looked over my map so she could get a good look at what was ahead of her.  With a smile on a her face and bounce in her step, she took off heading towards UWJ.  We also met a trio of hikers that had come up from Suffolk County and took the W.A. White Trail from the Ausable Club.  They were discussing whether or not they wanted to head over to UWJ and then back via Wedge Brook (our planned return), or to just double back on the trail they came up to get back to their car and get some cold ones.  Hopefully, whatever they decided, they enjoyed the rest of the day.

After about 45 minutes of talking, resting, and taking pictures on LWJ, we decided to move out to finish the rest of our day’s plan.  The descent to the three-way junction only took a few minutes.  Someone had carved an infinity symbol on the sign to Upper Wolfjaw next to the word “Miles” — we had a good chuckle at that, but soon realized that it seemed closer to reality than the actual 1 mile.  Like I mentioned above, going down the Yellow trail towards Wolfjaws Notch was a steep descent – not something I would have enjoyed climbing up too much.

We reached Wolfjaws Notch and saw signs pointing to St. Huberts via the Blue markers, Upper Wolfjaw via the Yellow markers, and the JBL via the Red trail markers.  I don’t mind going on “trailless” hikes, but there is a certain level of comfort seeing so much signage and knowing that the path is clearly marked.

Onward and upward to Upper Wolfjaw mountain!

On the way up to (what we believed was) UWJ’s summit, we ran into some great obstacles; from fantastic opportunities to scramble up open slabs, to thanking the powers-that-be for loosing some weight and fitting through a crevice.  It was fun and the trail was very interesting.  Then we found out that this was not, in fact, Upper Wolfjaw mountain – it was just the nubble between LWJ and UWJ.  Thankfully another hiker mentioned the false summit on his way down as we were going up.  We named the nubble “Greg’s Mountain” because it was a pain in the butt — after his 11-year old obvious eye-roll, Greg though it was pretty funny, so the name stuck.

Once we reached the top of the nubble, we took a few minutes to catch our breath and Greg climbed up on the huge erratic that was hanging out.  We had to help him get up the boulder, so Mark and I were stuck below, but while on top of the boulder, he snapped some pictures of his view so we weren’t left out.  He also took a picture of a large hawk that was hovering overhead.  It was a great place to take a small break before the last big push of the day.

After a 5 minute rest, we moved on to snag our second high peak of the trip.  The mental pain of going down the nubble just to go right back up to our destination was a real bummer, but I was getting pretty hungry at this point, so we picked up the pace a little so we could get to the top of UWJ and get some food.  The trail wasn’t difficult – there were a few little spots to scramble up some rocks, but overall, it was mostly a walk in the woods.   A few minutes in, the Ottawa woman we saw on the top of LWJ was heading towards us – she was feeling pretty tired, and decided to head back to her car after reaching UWJ just to be safe.  Even though her plans changed drastically, she still had a smile on her face because she had already had a great day, and this just meant she’d be coming back another time to finish out the 2nd half of her trip.

Greg was starting to get discouraged, when all of the sudden we popped around a corner and saw the sign saying “Upper Wolfjaw Summit 20 yrds”.  UWJ is listed as the 29th peak in the Adirondack 46ers, and is #7 for Greg, #19 for Mark, and #11 for me. We reached the top at 2:35pm – 8 hours and 35 minutes (including breaks and LWJ summit hang-outs) after leaving the car.  Nobody would say we’re speed hikers, but at least we get it done.  There were a few groups of hikers on the summit – I think I counted a total of 15 people including us.  It was a little more packed than I would have preferred, but within a few minutes of our arrival, a large group of 10 hikers started their descent.  There’s just something about the quiet of being on a mountain top that I crave — that silence plus the epic views help recharge the mind in a way that very few things do.

We stayed on top of UWJ for an hour, ate some food, chatted with a couple of hikers from the Gloversville area, and just enjoyed the beautiful day we’d been lucky to have.  After snapping a few pictures – including the obligatory “usies” and my “big arms” shots – we set off on our trip back to the car.  We knew we had a little less than 6 miles ahead of us, and we didn’t really want to be hiking in the dark if it could be avoided.

The climb down wasn’t terribly interesting.  Once we reached Wolfjaws Notch, we took the Blue trail back to the first LWJ/UWJ junction we hit earlier in the day, then connected back up with the Wedge Brook Trail.  I saw one of those purple mushrooms that people have been posting on the Aspiring Adirondack 46ers Facebook page.  We also spotted a couple of weasel like animals on the hike down the Wedge Brook Trail.  At first we weren’t really sure what it was — it looked like a black cat — but once we got back to the highway, Mark looked it up and we found out that it was an Adirondack Fisher.

At around 7 and 3/4 miles in the trip, Mark, Greg and I started rationing our water because our bladders were getting low.  It got to the point where we were stopping and listening to see how close we were to the Wedge Brook to get some more water.  Thankfully, we knew that there was a source of water very close, so we weren’t worried — just a little thirsty.  When we reached the bridge near the Wedge Brook Trail, we dropped our packs, stuck our heads into the water, and filled up some bottles.  That water was cold and wonderfully refreshing.  Even though are feet were sore, we were able to amp up our speed and finish out the trek back to the car.

When we hit the junction to Canyon Bridge, we decided to take that route over to East River Trail and out to Lake Road.  It was getting darker (but not to the point where we needed our headlamps) and our legs were tired – we didn’t feel like navigating roots anymore.  This turned out to be a very good decision because our pace on the road was much faster (obviously).

We reached the car at 8:02pm and began the drive home.  We capped off the 14 hour hike with some delicious boneless wings at the Recovery Room in Malta, then home for a shower and well deserved sleep.  All-in-all, it was fantastic day in the mountains.  I’m continually impressed with the growth of Greg’s mental and physical endurance during these long hikes.  I can’t wait for our next adventure!

Until next time, happy trails!

Distance: 11.12 miles
Time: 14:03:38
Height: 4,175′ (Lower Wolfjaw), 4,185′ (Upper Wolfjaw)
Party: Jay, Greg, Mark

Owls Head

For the 2nd annual Geekend hike, we decided to head out and do the short jaunt from Route 73 in Keene to the top of Owls Head.  We set out around 11:30am and made it to the top within 40 minutes with a few stops along the way to enjoy the views from some of the ledges.  For a short hike, the Owls Head trail has a few small (but fun) spots where you can stretch your rock climbing muscles if you want.

One of my favorites bits of the hike was when we reached a flat part of the trail and were presented with some very awesome cliffs.  It was such a beautiful discovery that I stuck around checking them out while the rest of the guys made their way to the top.  Once on the top of the mountain, we hung out, enjoyed the views, and met a few groups of very nice people.  We hung out long enough to watch a wall of rain come up, over and then down neighboring Pitchoff mountain, while it made its way towards us.  The rain would have been a welcomed companion (it was fairly hot and humid), but it only sputtered for a few moments and kept moving on.

All-in-all, the Owls Head Trail is a short and fun hike that all ages and abilities can enjoy.  I’m looking forward to the next time I bring the family to the Lake Placid area so I can share this gem with them.

Distance: 1.20 miles
Time: 1:38:53
Height: 2,080′
Party: Jay, Adam, Matt, Chris, Kevin

Dix Range Traverse (4 of 5)

There’s nothing I can write that could begin to encompass the excellence that is the Dix Range.  Mark and I set out to tackle all 5 mountains (Macomb, Carson/S. Dix, Grace, Hough, and Dix), but only managed to get 4 of them – leaving Dix (and the Beckhorn) for another day.  At 17 miles, this was the longest hike I’ve ever been on, and by the end, my body was well aware of the fact.

Our morning started at 4am when we left Mark’s place and drove up to the Elk Lake Lodge parking area.  We figured that we would get to the parking lot a bit before 6, load up and get moving by 6:15.  Little did we know that the lot was full before 5:50am on Saturday, and we weren’t the only ones looking to park at that time.  A full lot left us with a few options:

  1. Park at Clear Pond and add an additional 4 miles to the round trip total
  2. Go do a different hike that we didn’t have planned on
  3. Tuck our tails between our legs and go home

Option #3 was right out … it was shaping up to be a fantastic day and we needed to get onto some mountains.  Option #2 seemed like a really bad idea because we didn’t have a plan, and our significant others would have no idea where we were (no cell service to update them).  So Clear Pond it was!

We parked next to another vehicle with 3 women who were bummed about the extra mileage, but were all smiles and ready for their day on the range.  After scarfing down another breakfast sandwich and getting geared up, we set off for the trailhead.  The two mile walk only took us 45 minutes, and we were at the trailhead by 7am.  The first 2.3 miles of the actual trail is mostly flat and an easy walk in the park – this is something that we were EXTREMELY grateful for on the way out.  The trails for Macomb, Carson, Grace and Hough mountains are unmaintained herd paths, but they are traveled so often that there is very little chance of making a mistake.  The Macomb path started after the Slide Brook bridge — the well worn path was conveniently marked with a cairn and followed the Slide Brook for a while.

Knowing that the Macomb Slide was coming up, I was very anxious and a little jittery.  I’ve never climbed a slide like it before, so I didn’t really know what to expect.  There were a few opportunities to see the Slide through the trees as we made our way along the trail.  By 9:21am we reached the base of the slide and took a 10 minute break to get some energy and hydrate.  We hadn’t seen too many people on trails up to this point, but that changed very quickly.  Once we started climbing the slide, a few groups of people joined in the fun.  When I say “fun” it’s not sarcastic – I truly mean it!  The Macomb Slide made the day for me and I would honestly climb that every day if I could — it’s amazingly good fun and the views you get are incredible!

Many of the trail reports that I read while coming up with “The Plan” for this hike didn’t mention that when you reach the top of the slide, you still have a decent bit of uphill travel ahead of you.  At the top, you go back into the cover of trees and have approximately 0.3 miles until you reach the true summit of Macomb.  Once we reached the top of Macomb (#6 in my trek to become a 46er), we rested a bit (we were ~6.25 miles into our hike) and spent a few minutes enjoying the views.  We also took the time to notice the distance between Clear Pond and Elk Lake Lodge … that was going to hurt later on the return.

The summit of Macomb started to get crowded after a bit — I think at one point there were 11 of us up there.  It was awesome to see so many people enjoying the day!  We decided to head off to Carson (S. Dix) before too long – it was already 10:45am and we were hoping to eat lunch on Grace, so we had to get moving.  There is a col between Macomb and Carson, which at first glance doesn’t seem like a good time (going down to go back up again), but it actually lead to another section of open rock that we had to climb up.  I can’t stress how much I really enjoy these parts of the hikes.  The scramble up Carson had 3 distinct parts, all of which did not require any technical climbing skills, but you needed to make sure you kept solid footing and you paid attention.  The actual summit of Carson (#7 in my trek to become a 46er) is marked only by a plain yellow disc nailed to a scraggly tree — if you aren’t looking up, you’ll miss it.  It took us about an hour to travel the 0.5 miles between Macomb and Carson, and Grace was about another mile away … no time to delay – the ham pita’s were waiting!

The trail between Carson and Grace was narrow … very narrow.  Our arms and legs got scratched up by the encroaching branches.  Although the path was extremely clear and easy to follow, this is where we could tell that we were trekking through unmaintained herd paths.  We met a few more people who were making their way back from Grace – all of which were kind enough to remind us that we were almost there and that the view was totally worth it.  The community of folks I’ve met on these mountains is always so friendly and helpful – the rest of the world could learn a thing or two by spending some time in our Adirondacks!

Hunger was starting to settle in and making us a little uncomfortable, so we decided to take a breather before the last stretch to the summit of Grace.  A quick bite of a Clif Bar and we were ready to move along.  We were blessed with another section of rock that we needed to climb up.  This was a bit smaller than the scramble up Carson, but was still fun in my book.  Once we reached the top of Grace (#8 in my trek to become a 46er), the reality of the truth hit us — the views were amazing!  We could see the rest of the Dix Range to the west (including what we’d already climbed – Macomb and Carson), and some of the Green Mountains of Vermont to the east.  It was a beautiful place to stop for lunch and to recharge.

We spent ~40 minutes on top of Grace and could have easily stayed longer, but we had more mountains to climb and it was already 2pm, so it was time to get moving to our next stop – Hough (pronounced “huff”) mountain.  Since there isn’t a clear path between Grace and Hough, we had to backtrack to Carson (S. Dix) and then climb over Pough (pronounced “puff”) to make our way up to the summit of Hough.  Much like the hike from Carson to Grace, the hike back was uneventful.  We did notice some glacial erratics that we apparently overlooked on our first pass — must have been the hunger!

While Pough is rarely considered when hiking the Dix Range because is a subpeak between Carson and  Hough, it’s worth noting that it has some elevation gains and decent views from some of the outcroppings.  Around 4pm we reached what once was a camping site in the col between Pough and Hough.  From here we could travel approximately 0.5 miles to the summit of Hough, or start our descent via the Lillian Brook Trail.  Each path was clearly marked with a cairn; the path to Hough headed north/northeast, and the path to the Lillian Brook Trail headed west (the cairn was in the woods a bit).  We took a second to clean up someone’s garbage (I’ll never understand leaving trash, but I’ll always pack it out when I see it), get a little more fuel in the body (mmmm … that apple was delicious), and make a decision.  We were tired and, although not gone, our water supply was running a bit low.  We were so close, that there was really no reason not to snag Hough, so onward and upward!

While the summit was only 0.5 miles from the site, the difference in elevation is approximately 500 feet, so there were a few steep parts that got our lungs moving and our hearts pumping.  There were a few times when we checked the tracker on the phone and found that we had only traveled one-tenth of a mile.  Although we were moving a bit slower, we made it to the top of Hough (#9 in my trek to become a 46er) an hour and 10 minutes from leaving the campsite.  The view of the Beckhorn from Hough was amazing, but also the final nail in the coffin in the decision to orphan Dix for another day.  From Hough, we could see the path that we’d have to travel to summit Dix Mountain, and we realized that it was not a good idea to keep pressing on.

We spent almost 15 minutes on top of Hough – I actually got cell service, so I texted our significant others to let them know the new plan (skip Dix and take the Lillian Brook Trail down to the Red Trail).  There was another group of guys that made it to the top before we packed up and started our descent.  We chatted for a few minutes, made a few more “Dix” jokes (I’m really glad we weren’t the only immature people on the mountain), and parted ways.

We set off back down the mountain to the campsite – the climb down was quick and uneventful.  Once at the camp, it was nearly 6pm, so we checked our bearing again to make sure the cairn-marked trail was the right one (we did NOT want to get off course), then we started down the mountain.  Knowing that we had to descend approximately 2,000′ in roughly 1.75 miles, we understood that the trail could get steep in parts, but I’m not sure we were entirely prepared for the grind that the first mile presented.  I think a lot of the problem was fatigue – both mental and physical – but that first mile down the Lillian Brook Trail was awful.  Beautiful – for sure, but not enjoyable in the least.

The sun was getting low in the western sky, and while sunset was still a ways off, the surrounding mountains started to cutting into the amount of daylight shining through the trees.  Because the Lillian Brook Trail is another unmaintained herd path, we really didn’t want to still be on it with our headlamps.  Some of the footing is tricky enough in the light of day, who knows what it would be like with limited light.  We picked up the pace as best we could, and finally popped out of the Lillian Brook Trail around 8:15pm.  The junction is marked with a cairn, but there weren’t any red trail markers around, so we checked our bearing, and turned left knowing that we had to head south to get back to the trailhead.

Soon after turning at the junction we saw our first red trail marker and knew for sure that we were on the right path.  We took out our headlamps, and set off on the nearly five and a half miles back to the truck.  Most of the hike was spent chatting and making immature “Dix” jokes, but this last leg of the journey was spent cursing the rocks and roots in the path.  Our feet were sore, our legs were tired, and all we could think about was getting some greasy food.  On the way back, we were joined with another couple who was hiking the entire range — in fact it was some of the people that were on Macomb with us so many hours earlier in the day.  It was nice to “see” some friendly faces.

It took us nearly 2 hours to get back to the trailhead.  Once there, we signed out (we adjusted the location entry to say “All the Dix but one” for posterity sake), and rested for a moment.  Before starting the 2 mile walk back to the truck, I looked up and was completely amazed by what I saw – the clearest sky I’ve ever seen in my life.  There was no light pollution from a town/city, or street lights, or anything – the night sky was completely visible and majestic.  Thousands of stars shone bright and I was in complete awe.  There are no words to explain how beautiful this view was, but it definitely was the perfect capstone to a great day spent with a good friend in the Adirondacks!

We reached the truck at 10:45pm, unloaded, changed into sandals, and drove off into the night in search of burgers.  Unfortunately, most places were closed when we reached civilization, so our options were limited and we ended up stopping at a Denny’s for some burgers and fries.  While sitting down to eat, I realized that the outside of each heel was adorn with a rather large blood blister.  I guess that’s the price you pay for hiking the Dix Range … honestly, it was totally worth it!

Our next trek into the Dix Wilderness will start at Route 73 in Keene, so that we can get a different set of views while we attack Dix Mountain and the Beckhorn!  Until then, happy hiking!

Distance: 16.97 miles
Time: 16:57:29
Height: 4,405′ (Macomb), 4,060′ (Carson/S. Dix), 4,012′ (Grace), 4,400′ (Hough)
Party: Jay, Mark