Caroline at Heart Lake with Mt Jo in background |
Today’s plans changed a multitude of times. The original plan was to drive to Lyon
Mountain. That would have been my last
ADK/Catskill Fire Tower hike. Johnny Rocket
had difficulty getting his monstrosity of a pack ready and since it was already
10am, Caroline suggested we do something from the Loj. This sounded good to me since I didn’t feel
like driving a half hour. Since Caroline
had never been to Tabletop or Phelps we decided to do those. This would change when we reached the
junction for Algonquin. I think Caroline
wanted to go above timberline in winter for the first time, so we decided to
head for Algonquin.
Algonquin is easily one of my all time favorite
mountains. It’s easily accessible with
only four miles to reach it’s lofty summit.
The last 500 feet of its summit is above timberline, making it feel like
a real mountain. There are numerous
waterfalls along the way and anybody who knows me, knows how I love
waterfalls. Algonquin is situated in a
perfect spot with outstanding views in every direction.
Trail up is nice |
The rocket on his way up |
About halfway up, Johnny Rocket called it a day. The Rocket had a big day on Tuesday when he
did Colden. In winter, 14 miles is
serious stuff. The Rocket felt it. Caroline
and I stopped and had something to eat and we were off. The going got tough at this point. Just above the Wright trail junction it gets
amazingly steep. A few times we both
slid a little bit. We both agreed this
would make a great slide. Above this
point we covered our faces as much as we could before reaching timberline.
Caroline on her way up the slide |
Wright Peak (or the petri dish) |
We were warned by fellow hikers that it was quite windy and
icy. I noticed they all had full
crampons while we only had microspikes.
Based on past experience, I felt microspikes were more than up to the challenge. I plan to do a gear review
based on my experience from this hike.
It did not take too long for us to come across some
ice. There were only a couple sections
that were a bit tricky. The much greater
hazard was the wind. I kept quite
warm. None of my extremities ever got
cold (only when I took off my gloves to take photos). We eventually made the summit. The wind was one of the heaviest I’ve
experienced. Caroline had to hold me up
a few times, otherwise I would have been blown off and I’d be at the bottom of
Avalanche Lake.
The route above timberline to Algonquin is marked by
cairns. Caroline asked, “what do you do
if there is two feet of snow?” I said, I
would make sure I had a compass. This
also could apply when visibility is low.
I could kick myself for not paying attention while on the summit. Of course from the summit, we headed towards
Iroquois. The consequences of this
mistake are low, since we could have taken a trail to Avalanche Lake. But still, it’s a needless mistake.
About halfway down I was pretty certain we went the wrong
way. I wanted to be sure, so we went
almost all the way to the col with Iroquois.
If I were on my own, I probably would have turned around sooner. I would have started the right way down, but most
likely would have turned around once it didn’t look right. I would have kept turning around. Most likely infinitely. I still would be up there, bouncing back and
forth over the summit of Algonquin.
We turned back after discussing going down to Avalanche
Lake. This would be a good call. We made it back up and down with no problems. We both stayed warm despite the winds. Once below timberline, we had a quick bite to
eat. We reached the top of the
slide. This part of the trail easily
dropped 60 feet. I drew a line in the
snow and we were off! We picked up quite
a bit of speed. Caroline won round
1. We went up for another. This time I won, but I’m sure Caroline
recalls it differently. I cannot recall
how long it’s been since I’ve had this much fun.
The slide |
Too much fun |
We continued down. We
continued to slide down the trail with mixed results (I have a nice bruise from
one of my misadventures) and had a nice conversation. Caroline had a good laugh at my iced up
eyelashes. She suggested this would make
a good theme for Burning Man. Finally I
have a theme! Now I’m ready to go. This was a wonderful way to start the new
year.
Nice and Sexy. Burning Man here I come! |
Man, your eyes are arctic blue. Nice shot. That's one for mountaineering mag.
ReplyDeleteImpressive that the Rocket toughed out 14 miles in the winter. He must like suffering.
The Rocket has come a long way since that day on Mt Beacon.
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