Newcomb

With a few days off after Christmas and no snow in the Champlain Valley, we decided to head into the Adirondacks in search of some outdoor fun. We snagged a reservation at the Hoot Owl Lodge in Newcomb, which is a great staging location for adventures in and around the High Peaks Wilderness. After checking in, we were told that the road leading to Great Camp Santanoni was snow covered. We strapped on our cross-country ski boots and headed to the parking lot.

It turned out to be an icy glazed snow, so it was certainly a noisy ski. We made our way steadily past the farm, but decided to return just before the hill started to climb. It would have been tricky with the ice, and we would then be pushing sunset. We returned to the lodge, ate our dinner and spent the evening playing pinochle and music.

The next morning, we awoke to frigid temperatures. With the mercury reading -2, we made a pact not to leave the lodge until it read double-digits. Luckily, we had a fantastic breakfast with the wonderful hosts of the Hoot Owl Lodge to fill our time (and bellies). We ended up on the trail from Upper Works by the crack o'eleven.

This trail was well trodden, but still icy. We donned our microspikes and carried snowshoes just in case. We headed on the Indian Pass trail, but turned west, towards Duck Hole. We had a picnic lunch at the lean-to on the northern shore of Henderson Lake before following the trail a bit further. We intended to hike to Preston Ponds, but again didn't want to be out after sunset. It was an excellent jaunt through the woods, and we were certainly able to find some solitude in the wilderness.

We headed to the Adirondack Hotel in Long Lake for dinner that night, and followed it with more music and games back at the lodge before bed. After another amazing breakfast, the next morning we were sorry to leave. We will be back though, with more Adirondack adventures in the New Year!

South Boquet Mountain

Since we seem to frequent the ferry from Charlotte to Essex, we have been eyeing a pair of mountains that seem to rise right behind the village. The Boquet Mountains are a pair of low lying hills in the Champlain Valley, and the southern one has some great views.

We parked the car on Brookfield Road and left the snowshoes in the car due to the recent thaw. We found some snow on the trail, but not enough to merit the heavy gear. We made our way up the trail through a young forest, trying to avoid stepping on the copious amounts of dog feces in the middle of the path. After a slightly steeper section, we were at the top with a fantastic view of Lake Champlain, Split Rock Mountain and the farmland of the Champlain Valley below. 

It was an easy hike that took just over an hour and a half. We will surely be back for warmer weather!

Dix

This was it - our final ascent to reach our goal of forty-six high peaks! We awoke at five and must have really improved our "get-up-'n'go" because we found ourselves sitting in the dark at the Round Pond trailhead before 6:00AM. We munched on banana bread and waited for the sky to brighten a bit.

Once we had enough light to see our footing in the woods, we headed up the trail. Within minutes, we found ourselves looking at Round Pond - a large pond with a nice campsite right off the trail. We made a mental note to return here with our Hornbeck boats someday...

We continued on a pleasant stroll through the autumn forest, which was just past peak foliage. Our footing was mostly visible under the debris, but we found the occasional slippery pile of leaves. By the time we made it to the Boquet lean-to, we had some snacks and started to climb.

The ascent was gradual until we found ourselves on the bottom of a long slide. It must have been old, since there was no visible debris at the base. Looking back, we could see Noonmark, Giant and Rocky Peak Ridge in the morning sun. The soft light brought out the reds that were still clinging to the trees.

Following to the right of the slide through the woods, the trail became unrelentingly steep. There were no cliffs or scrambles, but we gained most of our elevation for the day in this relatively short section of trail. We were happy to see the grade of the path lessen when we arrived at the intersection of the Hunter's Pass trail.

The last part of the trail was rocky and steep, but not nearly what we had just climbed on the slide section. We had to jump over and through some mud puddles and were happy to find very little ice on the summit. Considering that we were hiking in October, we were very lucky in this regard.

The view on the summit was clear and breathtaking in all directions. I kept snapping pictures from the summit where we stayed for an hour taking in the sights. We counted twenty-five of the high peaks that we could now easily identify and we could see large stretches of Lake Champlain and the Champlain Valley in the distance. It was the perfect day and the perfect peak on which to finish our 46!
 

As clouds just started to roll in, we descended the trail the same way that we had come up. Picking our way down the slide section was slow-going, but from the base we had a long but easy stroll through the woods. We got back to the car just as the muscles started to hurt and headed to Gene's Michigan Stand in Port Henry to celebrate!

By looking back at our 46er journey, we have certainly taken a slow but steady transformation. Two years ago, we were casual hikers, content to be on afternoon jaunts and beginning experiment with backpacking. We have refined our skills so that we are now comfortable packing in and out of the backwoods for multiple days (with declining standards of cleanliness as time goes on though...). Our map and compass skills have improved as well, especially when we became unsure of the path!

Most of all, we have gained a deep appreciation and love of the Adirondack Mountains. Their charm lies in their inaccessibility. With the dome shaped range, mountains are obscured and peaks are sometimes not even visible until you find yourself in the thick of it! With an increased understanding of the region's topography with each hike, it becomes more rewarding (and more addicting) with each peak.

We look forward to exploring some of the other wilderness areas both by foot and by boat, and try some new approaches to some of these now familiar high peaks!

7/18/2012 - Porter - Our first Adirondack High Peak

10/5/2014 - Dix - Our Forty-Sixth Adirondack High Peak

Cliff, Redfield & Marshall

Unbelievably good weather on a late September weekend meant that we would be donning our backpacks and heading back into the wilderness. Our goals would be three high peaks approached from Upper Works: Cliff, Redfield and Marshall.

Since daylight is getting to be in short supply, we started from Crown Point before daylight and drove the beautiful Blue Ridge Road while it was still dark. We arrived in Tahawus just as the sky was beginning to lighten up and headed into Flowed Lands.

As the sun began rising in the sky, we started to notice the colorful foliage all around us. We had driven out of a green valley and into peak foliage at a higher elevation! We stopped along the way to snap pictures of the bright and beautiful leaves. We could tell that we were in for a fantastic weekend!

Arriving at Flowed Lands at mid-morning, we couldn't find an open tent site so we pushed on towards Colden Dam. Luckily, we were able to find a site a mere hundred yards from the Herbert Brook path that we would be following the next day. Happy to finally drop our gear, we set up our tent and sleeping pads for the night.

With much lighter packs, we headed to Lake Colden where we snacked on trail mix and admired the lake, which is one of my favorite places on Earth. We then followed the trail to the Uphill lean-to where the herd paths to Cliff and Redfield mountains diverged.

It was decided that we would attempt Cliff first since we had heard how rough the trail was. The path had a fine mixture of mud and rock scrambles and was slow-going. While scrambling up one of the rocks, I happened to see a bald eagle fly by while admiring the mountains to our east. When we made it to the summit, a nice pair of hikers from Quebec shared some delicious cheese avec nous! It was a gouda way to enjoy the viewless summit.

It was a scramble to get back to the foot of the mountain and we started up Redfield later than intended. We found a path with a much different character than Cliff. There were some muddy sections but it was mainly a steep rock hop to the summit. The fall colors seemed to pop in the late afternoon sun!

We made it back to the Colden Dam as the sun was setting and ate our dinner before heading to our tent by headlamp. We collapsed into our sleeping bags, footsore from a long day of hiking.

The next morning, we waited until the sky was light to start moving for the day. Once up, we ate banana bread and headed up the Herbert Brook herd path to the summit of Marshall. The path was enjoyable except for a few muddy sections. It mostly followed the drainage and at times, the brook was the path.
 
We had been told that Marshall didn't have much of a view, but found the opposite to be true. By heading directly south from the summit sign for thirty feet, we had an expansive view to the south. Henderson Lake was visible and low hanging fog made some of the mountain peaks look like islands in the sky.

For the most part, it was easy-going as we headed down Marshall and we went back to our campsite for lunch. While eating sandwiches with visible mud on our hands, we realized that our standards of cleanliness really drop while backpacking...

We packed up our tent and made the long trek back to Upper Works. The colors were still stunning and we were amazed at how many leaves had fallen since we had hiked in the previous day. With cider doughnuts waiting in the car, we were happy to see the parking lot!

Sewards

On what turned out to be possibly the most beautiful day in September, Lisa and I headed to Coreys, just west of Saranac Lake to hike the Seward Range. We left Wadhams at 5:00 and drove through the dark, arriving at the trailhead just as the sun was rising. While strapping on our boots, we made our plan to try to tackle Seward, Donaldson and Emmons that day via the Calkins Brook herd path and save Seymour for the next day.

We set out with down jackets and tuques for a few miles of quick walking before arriving at the "bucket cairn" marking the start of the mountain path. While heading up the mountain, we were impressed at how nice the trail was for an unmaintained route. We found ourselves at the "T" with a view of Seward to our left. Not sure what to tackle first, on a lark we headed right.

Within five minutes, we found ourselves on top of Donaldson, looking out at the Eastern High Peaks and the Santanoni Range with the Cold River Valley sprawled in front of us. We are always astounded that so much wilderness has been preserved in the northeast. With perfect blue skies, we sat and enjoyed the view before finally continuing along the path.

The trip to Emmons was a long walk. There were no real scrambles, but just some glacial erratics to climb over. We particularly enjoyed the views of Long Lake to the south while we hiked but when we arrived at the summit, it was mainly treed in. Ready for lunch anyway, we sat and ate our sandwiches with a limited view of Seward still staring us in the face.

On the way back, we couldn't help but stop at Donaldson again for another view. It was fantastic.

The trip to Seward had some steep sections which is not surprising since it is the tallest of the bunch. There were only two slides to contend with and the views along the trail were excellent at times. Again, we found a summit in the trees. We stayed long enough to chat with other hikers and scarf down the doughnuts that we had brought with us.

We descended the same trail that we had ascended even though there was a loop possible off of Sewards' northern face. We hear through the grapevine (and the internet) that route was treacherous. It was an enjoyable descent and we found ourselves back at the car before sunset! We couldn't help but head to Little Italy in Saranac Lake for a warm meal in a warm building before camping out for the night along the Coreys Road.

The next morning, we were up before sunrise again with Seymour on our minds - the fourth mountain of the Seward Range. We repacked the bags, strapped boots on our tired feet and set out for the long walk. It was a pleasant walk through warmer weather than the previous day. However, by the time we arrived at the Ward Brook lean-to, the skies were becoming overcast.

Hoping that the clouds would linger higher than the peak that we would be climbing, we started to ascend the herd path towards the summit of Seymour. There were dangerous sections of trail that climbed wet slides with little to hold onto. When we walked into the cloud at 3300 feet, we knew that we wouldn't have a view at the top. We pushed on and despite some bumps and bruises, we made it to the summit where our view ended about twenty feet from our noses.

The descent was slightly easier than the ascent and we celebrated with a picnic at the Ward Brook lean-to. The long walk out seemed even longer than the way in. We plodded along, happy to finally see the car where we could sit and let our muscles seize up for the next few hours on the drive home. 

Street, Nye & Esther

Early in the week, it looked like a decent weekend approaching with a slight chance of showers on Saturday and a clear Sunday. I took the opportunity to book a campsite at Heart Lake, seeing that it was filled up for the following two weekends. As the week progressed, we watched the chance of rain increase each day....but we had our reservation!

We arrived late and set up our tent in the dark on Friday night. It was nippy and we were happy to get our warm pajamas on and crawl into our sleeping bags. It was one of those nights that you wear a hat to bed.

The next morning, we awoke and headed to the Loj for breakfast. I made the reservation earlier in the week and we feasted on sausages, eggs and oatmeal. I even grabbed a bowl of Froot Loops! We checked the weather before leaving and it had risen to an eighty percent chance starting after 1:00. We grabbed our packs and got on the trail to Street and Nye so that we could beat most of the rain.

Since we were not expecting a view from either mountain, the clouds didn't bother us as we followed the Old Nye Ski Trail. Once it began to climb, we started huffing but were glad that there were no rock scrambles. In fact, it seemed to be a reasonably recognizable trail with topsoil, a rarity in the high peaks!

We felt our first raindrop at 11:00, so much for beating the rain... We carried on and made the summit of Street Mountain first. Once on the ridge line, it was a gradual walk to the summit. Since the weather wasn't terribly inviting, we snapped pictures and headed back to the col.

Summiting Nye from the col was an easy walk of two hundred yards. The rain had gotten thicker and the wind was fierce so we went back to the trail intersection to eat our sandwiches out of the gusts.

We were soaked heading down the mountain, but with a warm shower awaiting us at the Heart Lake Campground, we were determined. It was one of those showers that will remain in memory for a long time! Luckily, I had made reservations for dinner at the Loj that morning so we were greeted with warm bowls of soup upon entering! It was a fantastic four course meal and perfect for two tenters on a cold rainy night.

We slept well and arose the next day, packed our wet gear and headed to Wilmington. Most people hike Esther in combination with Whiteface, but we had paddled to the trailhead two years ago and Esther is not on that side.
 
We weren't sure of our approach at first, but found ourselves hiking up the old tow-rope trail on Marble Mountain. It was steep from the get-go, and after gaining a thousand feet (vertical), it leveled out before becoming steep again. Once we got high enough, there were icicles falling from the trees as we sloshed through the mud.

The summit of Esther lacked a view, but we had a nice overlook on the way where we could see the top of the Whiteface ski lift. We ate our lunch at the summit and then made a quick descent down the steep trails. By the time we got back to the car, we were ready to dry out and relax. After a quick stop in Wadhams, we headed home to set up our equipment to dry!

Iroquois

Two years ago we hiked Wright and Algonquin, but decided not to venture over the ridge line to Iroquois Peak. We didn't have great visibility that day and knew that we would want to come back someday. Then we saw a perfect September Sunday in the forecast and found ourselves heading back to Algonquin and continuing onto Iroquois for the first time.

With thunderstorms on Saturday, we headed to Lake Placid for dinner. We walked around town donning our raincoats and found barbeque at Smoke Signals. It was certainly gourmet and we enjoyed our meal overlooking Mirror Lake.

For the evening we headed to the campground at Heart Lake, where we played pinochle until we couldn't see the cards. Being early September, that was about 7:45; we washed up and headed to bed.

The next morning, we awoke to chilly temperatures and clear skies. Moving the car to the hiker lot, we put on our backpacks and headed up the trail to Algonquin. The trail is short and steep. Lisa looked forward to the famous "slide" on the trail because since our last visit, she has new boots. She certainly benefited from the extra traction.

Arriving on the summit, we talked to the Summit Steward and ate a snack while admiring the slides on the western side of Mount Colden. Despite some wind, the weather was much improved over our last visit!

We headed down the trail towards Iroquois Peak, but found ourselves losing too much elevation. After talking to some hikers from Clarkson, we realized that we had just missed the turn. When we got back to the intersection, we realized that the sign was blocked by a lady with a dog...oops.

Back on track, we made the ascent and descent over Boundary Peak and then ascended Iroquois. The path had mountain views except for a few sections, and Iroquois offered a panoramic view much like a miniature (still a pretty big mountain though....) Algonquin. We ate our lunch on top huddled behind a rock to block the wind while naming the peaks. The view of Wallface was particularly stunning!

The return trip brought us over Algonquin again where we stopped for another view of the mountains to the east before making the slow descent to the Loj. It was a perfect fall day in the Adirondacks.

Snake Den Harbor

Usually our treks into the Blue Line require at least an hour of driving. On our latest adventure we didn't have to leave our hometown of Charlotte, Vermont.

We car-topped our kayaks, picked up Tom and headed to the end of Thompson's Point to launch on Lake Champlain. Split Rock Point in New York looked within reach and we were in the Adirondacks as soon as we crossed the imaginary center line of the lake. It was a humid and muggy Labor Day and we were happy to be on the water. We ducked into Grog Harbor and ate our lunch while watching the motor boats buzz by.

After filling up, we followed the shoreline south arriving in Louis Clearing Bay and then Snake Den Harbor, our destination for the day. Two years ago, we had followed the shoreline from Westport to this point and had just connected our journey!

On our way home, we headed for Diamond Island which sits in the center of the lake. When we arrived, it was a disappointment since it reeked of bird dung. We paddled away from it as quickly as possible and returned to Thompson's Point, happy to have had a perfect afternoon on Lake Champlain.

Colvin

Days ago, we were eying the weather forecast for the Adirondacks and wallowing in self pity based on the fact that it looked like a washout for the entirety of the upcoming Labor Day weekend. However the prediction changed slightly the day before and we mobilized to get into the high peaks on Saturday.

Our choice was Colvin and Blake peaks, which we had seen the previous week from Nippletop. In fact, we would be following the same trail for most of the trip and branching off for the last few miles. We were on the trail at 6:30, earlier than we would need for the hike but undoubtedly being one of the busiest hiking days of the year we wanted to beat the crowd.

It was unusually gusty and humid for an Adirondack morning. The wind with humidity felt like an ocean breeze. We walked along the lake road as the sun rose until arriving at the Gill Brook cutoff.

Welcoming the scenery change, we started to head uphill and entered state land where we noticed quite a few tents from backpackers. Some were just rising as we headed by. The cutoff to Colvin was just ahead.

When we turned onto the Colvin trail, we followed a series of steep and flat sections. There were some scrambles but we arrived on the summit at 9:45. Sadly, the surrounding views were socked in the clouds which was disappointing after our experience on Nippletop the week before. We ate some bananas and decided to head to Blake. We would have to come to the Colvin summit on the return trip and would have a second chance at the view.

The trek to Blake was slow going with many steep rocky sections. We made our way slowly, happily finding some great views of Basin, Saddleback and Gothics along the trail. The summit itself was advertised as a 'no-view' peak in the Adirondack Mountain Club guidebook so we were happy to have such a nice trail view.

We ate our lunches on the top and chatted with other hikers before heading over the rocky scrambles again. When we arrived at the Colvin summit for our second attempt, the early morning clouds had completely blown off and we had an unobstructed view of the Great Range. We sat and stared at the massive slides on Gothics and Basin while eating the last of our food for the day before descending.

The trail down was fairly easy going except for two rocky sections which we approached at a snail pace. Arriving back at the car, we were tired and ready for some food. We headed to the Old Dock House in Essex for supper before catching the ferry home. It was a perfect day in the Adirondacks!