I'm finding that I need to pinch myself often as of late, as I'm still in disbelief that I now reside in Mt. Washington Valley. Access to skiing/hiking destinations has been the biggest deal for me, and you definitely won't find me complaining about all the gas that I'm not putting in my car. Much of the last month has found me skiing (a mix of resort and backcountry), though with most of the snow in the valley melted, it sadly won't be long until the season is at a close. That being said, I have finally reached a point of comfort and trust in my new skis, after skiing on them for the better part of a month and a half. Their weight (or lack thereof), stability, and overall feel have really won me over, though I still have some binding issues to address (the leashes specifically). They don't call them Dynafiddle's for nothing!
Here are some brief synopses (and photos of course) of some recent forays, on and off trail.
4/4/15: Tucker Brook Trail
In late March last year, after finishing the last of my winter 4000-footers, I took a bit of a ski-cation if you will... and this was one of the gems I hit. It was high time to do it again, and for a change I would have some company. What had been forecast as snow, turned to rain and continued as such on the drive to meet up with my companions for the day, Anya and Kyle. We figured we'd drive up to Cannon and see what we could see, and on approaching Franconia Notch it started to snow, heavy-like! Sadly our elation turned to dismay, as we drove past the ski area and dropped down, the snow turning back into rain.
Not to be deterred, we got to the trailhead and after gearing up, got going on the trail in the rain. It didn't take long to break a sweat, and the rain soon turned back into snow, as we skinned up on soft surfaces. Thankfully we were the only ones on the trail, or so we thought. Nearing the top of the famed 13 Turns, two guys came through from the resort, and said they felt back tracking it up when we had done all the work... yeah right! Reaching the top of the trail, the clouds hung low, so there wasn't any incentive to continue further to get "views". Transitioning, we rolled down through the 13 Turns, the moguls smaller than I remember them being last year. The two guys we saw had dropped into a steep tree chute on the skiers left side of the trail, so we checked it out too... super fun! We then cruised down to just before the flats, and did some on the fly decision making... another lap was in order!
Skinning back up to the traverse, eyeing things on the way, we transitioned again. The second lap was great, as we ducked into the woods on the side, and got some turns in the trees. Uneventfully back down to the cars, we had want for beer and food. I don't know who's idea it was to go to the Cannon base lodge for said items, but when we got in there it was pandemonium... ahh, another reason I don't ski resorts on the weekends. Instead of fighting the crowds, we dropped back and punted, ending up at Truant's in Woodstock. A really awesome time with two great individuals!
|A dramatic Osceola pano from the Kanc|
|Skinning up in the snow|
|Kyle ripping it up|
|Anya doing the same|
4/8/15: Waumbek on skis
Last year, I realized that I'd inadvertently started doing the 48 on skis. In talking shop with Jake, I decided that the rules would be these: 1.) Climb said 4000-footer on skis (in whole or in part), and 2.) Ski the (an) aesthetic line on said mountain. Examples of aesthetic lines include (but aren't limited to) the North Tripyramid Slide, anything in the ravines on Mt. Washington, Arrow Slide on the Hancocks, any of the Osceola slides, Hale Firewarden's glades, etc. The caveat to rule 2 is that some peaks just don't have an aesthetic line, in these cases, skiing the trail to and from has to suffice. Waumbek is one that doesn't really have any, so an up and back it was.
Mike's decided to join in on the challenge, and accompanied me on this day. The snow cover down low was disappointing as we drove up, but at the trailhead the snow still sat rather deeply, providing solid coverage. We skinned up the wide trail, through open hardwoods, the snow softening under the somewhat veiled power of the April sun. Transitioning into the conifers, we hit the summit of Starr King, and pushed on to Waumbek itself. We made sure to go just past the summit to the Presidential outlook, a worthy destination on an otherwise viewless peak. Keeping our skins on we shot back over to Starr King, and partway through the conifers transitioned to ski mode. The snow had continued to soften, and there was powder on the sides to had up high, with creamy goodness through the hardwoods. Not something I'd recommend doing on a weekend day, but on a week day, hell yes!
That puts me at 6 of the 48 on skis (Cannon, Moosilauke, Washington, Hale, Garfield, and now Waumbek). It's going to take some years to get them all (I'll cherry pick based on conditions), but if I have one thing, it's time.
|Why I didn't see the ski potential here before, I'll never know|
|Mike was trying to eat when he was set upon|
|Nice joke Starr King Trail|
|A 22 degree halo around the sun|
|A mighty fine Presidential view|
4/15/15: Abe's laps
Sometimes you only have a few hours to get at it, and in cases such as these, closed (for the season) ski areas fit the bill perfectly. An opportune message from Nate landed me at Mt. Abram in Greenwood, ME a bit after 2pm on this gorgeous Wednesday. We skinned up in t-shirts and took a leisurely route to the top of the T-bar, Nate even cracked a beer on the skintrack! After an ample break (and beer) at the top, we ripped down to the bottom on some great corn snow. Our second lap involved skinning directly up the T-bar line, a solid workout to be sure! Another beer at the top, and we got at the second down, which would prove to be our last, as conditions were beginning to firm up in the shade. A really great way to spend a few hours, reminiscing about skiing here as a child.
|Great views from the ski trails|
|Skinning up the T-bar line|
|Number 9, Number 9...|
4/16/15: GOS and the OG
The stretch of great weather seemed destined to continue, so a trip into one of the more far flung ravines on Mt. Washington seemed in order. This was really more of scouting trip than anything else, and the learnings will be applied judiciously to future outings. Anya, Mike, and myself set off up the Gulf of Slides Ski Trail under bluebird skies... it was going to be a great one!
The trail is getting burnt out in spots (the lowest crossing was blown out too), as is to be expected with the spring season, but we were able to skin right up it no problem. Hitting the floor of the ravine we strapped the skis to our packs and started up the boot ladder behind a group of three, other groups filtering into the base as we climbed. Topping out, we reached snow-free terrain at about 5000' and climbed over the ridge to the rim of Oakes Gulf, the real reason for our trip. At the top of the first snowfield we came to we got into ski mode, and made some creamy turns, before hitting scrub a short way down. Skins back on, we traversed around the rim toward the western side of the ravine, before climbing up to the Camel and taking a break. From here we'd be descending into Airplane Bowl, a gorgeous open line dropping down to the headwaters of the Dry River.
Anya found the steepest part and rolled over, cutting turns like it was her job. Mike dropped in further to the left, and I took a line in between the two of them. We each set off small "sluffalanches", which sounded like one of those rain sticks as it slowly crept downhill. The turns were simply amazing, though the venue might have had something to do with it too. We caught glimpses of some of the other lines, but foremost was the aptly named Double Barrel. The tracks we saw on it were Nate's and a friend of his, so at least we knew who to be jealous of!
Skinning back up, we zig-zagged up and out of the ravine, and booted up over the ridge back to GOS. We had wanted to hit something other than Main Gully, but since we ended up right on top of it and the sun started to be veiled by cloud, we took what we could get. It had definitely gotten skied up through the day, but the turns were still good. We saw only a handful of people in Oakes, a stark contrast I'm sure to the hordes in Tuckerman. A slightly spicy exit put us back at Pinkham, where beers were broken out, and a most wonderful tailgate was had. Dinner at the Red Fox then commenced, with more beer and food.
Couldn't have asked for a better day, or better company!
|The Finger Gullies|
|Crossing Davis Path, some interesting snowfields on Boott Spur|
|Looking at Monroe from the rim of Oakes Gulf|
|Turning off the established track|
|Mt. Washington from the Camel|
|Anya about to roll over|
|Double Barrel... WANT!|
4/18/15: Red Hill
With so much skiing, I figured it might be a good time to break out the trail runners and try to do an actual hike (the horror). Saturday morning dawned bright, and I got up with it, breakfasting then driving to the shore of the still iced over Squam Lake. I still needed to do two of the four trails on Red Hill, and figured this would be a good time to do them. Starting on Eagle Cliff Trail, I enjoyed snow free conditions all the way to the top, with only one small section of ice. Topping out on the cliff a sweaty mess, I realized I'd worn too many clothes, so off it was with the long sleeve, the tights, and my pant legs. Hell yes, I love hiking in shorts and a t-shirt!
Sadly the north facing nature of the trail soon came to bear, and I was confronted with snow, sometimes deep, and a distinct lack of a monorail. I found myself stepping in the postholes of others, and further deepening them, as the snow was super soft and mealy. Snowshoes would have done nothing, except maybe serving to snap my feet off at the ankle. I got up to the tower in rather short order, and took in the views from the top platform (and not leaving my poles there this time... because I didn't have them with me in the first place!), before settling down on the picnic table overlooking Winnepesaukee. A couple wandered up with their dog, having come up Red Hill Trail, which being south facing had no snow on it. Other than that, I had the summit to myself for a while before I too decided to head down.
Back through the minefield, I took the Teedie Trail down to Squam Lake Road at the Moultonborough/Sandwich town line, and had a short walk on the road back to my car. Back in Conway, the weather was changing, and I joined Mike for a lap at Cranmore. We were in contact with our friend Jim, who was hiking in the Green Hills, hoping to meet up with him on the summit. A storm was rolling in, and instead of waiting we got the hell out of there, the skies opening not long after reaching the car. We ended up picking Jim and his wife Jackie up a bit later, shuttled them to their vehicle, and had a great dinner with them. A great day to be sure!
|Nice and scrambly|
|Looking toward the Rattlesnakes on Squam Lake|
|A short bit of icy rail|
|The Sandwich Range from Eagle Cliff|
|The spread of the Sandwich Range|
|South to Winnepesaukee and the Belknaps|
|View over Squam Lake, Moosilauke on the far right horizon|
|Red Hill fire tower|