Back in my younger days, in the 80’s, 90’s and 2000’s, I
spent many pleasant times in New York State’s Adirondack Park. It was my playground. In the summer and fall there was canoe
camping, car camping in some of the fantastic state campgrounds, day hiking and
backpacking, and in the winter there was cross country skiing and
snowshoeing. My mind is racing, as I
write this, of all the fun times I had there.
I have climbed 17 of the 46 High Peaks, including a few on
snowshoes in winter. My friend, Nancy
Lauterbach and I, who unfortunately passed away some years back, spent many
great times all over the place up there.
One trip, in particular, stands out as truly splendid. We were spending a long weekend at a B&B
in Keene Valley. The innkeeper helped us
shuttle cars, dropping us off first at our ending to leave a car and then
taking us to our beginning. We spent a
wonderful day ski touring the Jack Rabbit Trail from Lake Placid down to Keene
Valley. The weather and snow conditions
could not have been any nicer. For most of
the day we had the trail all to ourselves.
The scenery went from snow covered evergreen trees on a flat trail to
rolling terrain through a forest of barren trees. In the middle of the day we stopped at Mt.
Van Hoevenburg to enjoy a lunch of hot bowls of chili before continuing on our
way.
On that same trip, on another day, we decided to climb
Cascade Mountain. What a fiasco! The snow conditions that day required full crampons
on your snowshoes. Our snowshoes only
had a V-shaped metal piece underneath – not crampons. We struggled along since turning back was not
in our vocabulary. We weren’t doing too
badly, albeit slow going, until we came upon an incline, close to a 45 degree
angle that was a sheet of ice. “That’s
it, I’m not going up that!” Nancy swore.
“Oh, come on, Nancy, we can figure this out!” She wouldn’t budge and neither would I. We were so close to the summit and I wasn’t
quitting. Finally I realized if we held
on to the small evergreen bushes/trees along the side, we could pull our way
up. Nancy wasn’t buying it! I started up without her. “Hey, this isn’t hard at all!” I called back to her. You can do it! Piece of cake! It took me maybe ten minutes to get to the top
unscathed. I turned around and tried to
talk her into coming on up. Finally she
started up, cussing me and calling me every bad word she could think of along
the way. I had to go behind a bush so
she couldn’t see me laughing at her. She
made it to the top and then glared at me, “Just how do you expect us to get
back down this death trap?”
“I don’t know. We’ll
figure something out,” I laughed. As
usual, the view from the summit was well worth all our struggles to get
there. On our way back down, we ran into
a young man with a full backpack. We
asked him how to get down “that icy spot.”
“Oh, that is the fun part!” he smiled. “I’ll show you”
He had an ice pick that ice climbers use. He taught us to sit down with the pick to
your side. If you wanted to go down
slowly, you pushed the pick harder into the ice. If you wanted to go faster, you put less
pressure on it going down. He
demonstrated, then quickly climbed back up, gave the pick to Nancy, who by this
time was beginning to think this could be fun!
She laughed all the way down and couldn’t wait to get back
up to the top to try it again. After her
second trip down, I said, “Hey, Nancy, mind if I get a turn?”
That young man probably told everyone he knew about these
two crazy women he ran into on Cascade Mountain that day!
Rollins Pond Campground is a very popular state run
campground that offers miles of paddling opportunities. You could spend almost a week there and
paddle a different destination each day.
One night, the boys were in their tent asleep, thankfully our dog was in
her cage in the van. It was just me and
my husband sitting around the campfire.
Suddenly this large animal walked through our campsite and behind our
fire pit. It took a few seconds to
realize this was no dog, but a bear, not even 8 feet away from where we were
sitting. “Don!. . . Bear!” Those were the only words I could get
out. Seconds later we heard a loud
crash. The bear ran into our canoe at
the edge of the pond. That is one night
I will never forget!
I led many outdoor trips for the local chapter of the
Adirondack Mountain Club over the years.
You listed your hike/paddle/whatever in the newsletter and people signed
up. While I did try to screen the
participants to ensure they would be able to handle the trip, that was not
always fool proof. Sometimes their
definition of their skill level and my definition were not always on the same
page. Take Charlie (not is real name)
for example. It was February and my canoe
trip was not until May. As soon as the
trip was announced, I got a call from this older gentleman. He was so enthusiastic. He had bought a brand new Wenonah Kevlar canoe
and was anxious to get it in the water. “Oh,
yeah, I can handle myself well in a canoe,” he assured me.
Fast forward to May.
We were paddling from Blue Mountain Lake down into Utowana Lake and camping
at a leanto. As we all parked our cars,
unloaded our gear, Charlie was ahead of us.
This was the first red flag. His
canoe was sitting on a dock, fully loaded with gear, NOT in the water. We gently told him it might work better if he
loaded it in the water. I had paired him
with an experienced paddler who was very patient with him. Soon we were off and paddling down the
lake. I remember thinking everything was
going to be fine. The weather turned
sour and it was either raining – which kept the black flies away – or the rain
stopped and the black flies were out in force.
Most of us had prepared to deal with the black flies and we had rain
gear. . . then there was Charlie. . .
The next morning, I crawled out of the tent to a sunny
day. The only person I saw was
Charlie. “Good Morning, Charlie!” I smiled.
“How are you?”
“TERRIBLE! When is
the next train out of here?”
Oh well, you win some and you lose some.
Over about a ten year period, I hiked the 120 mile
Northville-Placid Trail. I have many
fond memories of those days on the trail, some over weekend trips but mostly
over weeklong trips on the trail. Some
with close friends, Nancy among those, and others with folks that signed up for
my trips through the ADK. I had the
pleasure of introducing a few people to the joys of backpacking who were ever
so grateful to me for.
On one of those trips, it was just Nancy and me, for a week
long trek. She brought along a 2 pound
roll of German sausage. Now 2 pounds on
a backpacking trip is a lot of weight! I
didn’t really care for it, although I ate some of it with crackers. It really was way too much for the two of
us. We talked about ways to get rid of
it, but truthfully, throwing it away on the ground, or in an outhouse was just
more than we could justify. About the
third day out, we ran into a couple who were hiking the trail end-to-end over
three weeks. For that kind of trip, you
REALLY have to pack lightly! We struck
up a conversation with them and immediately, it was clear, these guys were
GERMAN!!! I looked at Nancy and she
looked at me. Finally, I think it was
her that asked them if they would like to have our German sausage. Their faces lit up with joy! They had been eating rice cakes, dehydrated
food, and crackers. You would think we
were giving them a treasure chest full of gold!
They were happy to get the sausage and we were glad to get rid of it!
I love all kinds of cooking and baking and learned to do
camp dutch oven cooking with my canoe and car camping trips. . . kind of hard
carrying a heavy cast iron oven on a hike!
As much as I love camp dutch oven cooking, even more so did I thrill to
the response I got from campers who didn’t know what that was all about and
were not expecting a delicious meal cooked over hot coals deep in the woods! Years
after one of those trips, I ran into one of the participants. . . I had
actually forgotten about him, but he remembered me! He raved about how he remembered that dutch
oven meal and what a big surprise it was for him. That was his first ever canoe camping trip!
These and so many more precious memories will stay with me
for the rest of my life. I have truly
been blessed by my experiences in the outdoors of the Adirondacks