Category Archives: Hiking

Whirlwind Acadia Weekend

I wasn’t sure it would happen, but this past August I managed to continue the tradition of making it up to Acadia at least once.  I had to drive by myself both ways, but it was totally worth it for an amazing weekend on the island.

I drove up Friday and made it onto the island in time to settle in before it got too late.  Saturday morning we put in my sister’s Kayak and rented another to head out into Somes Sound.  The weather was perfect, blue skies, and glassy ocean without much wind.

Out in Somes Sound.  Calm morning, and still water.

Out in Somes Sound. Calm morning, and still water.

The sea life must’ve agreed with us, since we saw a few seals and several porpoises. Not pictured, unfortunately.

My sister in her personal boat.  That I have no chance of getting into.

My sister in her personal boat. That I have no chance of getting into.

After being on the water for a few hours, we went to pick up a park pass and then drove in search of the glorious Jordan Pond house popovers, something I’ve missed out on the past few years.

Glorious.

Glorious.

The day wasn’t over yet though.  A quick jaunt along Jordan Pond brought us to the southern ascent of the South Bubble, a great steep, short hike.  I went for a brief jog to scope out the climbing in the area, and after a bit of scrambling determined where it was, but further investigation was for another day.  We made it up to Bubble rock just as the sun began to sink low.

Hangin' out on top.

Hangin' out on top.

The view from South Bubble.

The view from South Bubble.

Afterwards we executed a mission to quickly pick up some beer and burritos, then went on a night hike to our preferred hang out to enjoy our plunder.

Sunday morning we got up early for some delicious breakfast, after which I headed to Otter Cliffs to meet up with Sukes for some climbing.  The cliffs were bustling with guides, their groups, and a few other pairs of climbers.  It was definitely busier than I’d ever seen.  Luckily now that I have some pro, Sukes and I were able to quickly pick out a route we figured we’d have no problem getting up, and start setting up.

Sukes and his Dad, enjoying the great view.

Sukes and his Dad, enjoying the great view.

Cordelette in action for a 3 piece anchor.

Cordelette in action for a 3 piece anchor. The puddle is all part of it.

Close-up of of top-belay system

Close-up of our top-belay system. Use a second rope for rappelling down if you have it. We were shown this setup by some climbers on our first Otter Cliff outing. Black 'biner is for lowering, silver is for belaying.

We set on a fun 5.7 with big blocks, ledges and a fun crux.  It was slightly overhanging with a few hidden pockets.  Unfortunately we were both short on time, so after we lowered each other and ascended twice, we called it a day.

Sukes getting fully extended on the block-y ledges.

Sukes getting fully extended on the block-y ledges.

Me, right at the crux.

Me, right at the crux.

Second time around. Resting briefly before the crux.

Second time around. Resting briefly before the crux.

After climbing I laid low at camp and enjoyed some quality family time.  The drive home had the usual traffic, but it was totally worth it, as always.

 

Daytrippin’: Flume Slide and College Rock

Two weeks ago a group of us headed up to my friend Alex’s place in Lincoln for a NH brewfest followed by a trek up the Flume Slide trail which summits Mt. Liberty.  It was every bit as steep as I remember, with the slide itself being about as steep as you would want to hike without some grippy climbing shoes.

It was a beautiful day and we managed to avoid a band of storms that swept across the more northern part of the Fraconia ridge.

The view from liberty to Cannon.

Group photo

Last weekend Sweeney and I revisited College Rock, about a year after Sukes and I first checked it out.

The left side of the college rock wall.

There was only one other pair of climbers there, probably because of 90 degree weather with 100% humidity.  Still, it was tolerable under the canopy and we set on a 5.7-5.8 with a few variants.  I think it was Send Money/More Money.

The More Money face, with rope set up. More TRs require 30-40ft of webbing.

Sweeney prepping for the climb, with the right side of the wall behind.

Sweeney prepping for the climb, with the right side of the wall behind.

The climb was a little crimpy, but fun, and we both tried it a few times.  However, as we were resetting the top-rope, a band of storms rolled through, so we decided to boulder for a bit instead.  The right side of the wall is lower and flatter, which allows for some fairly safe bouldering despite the fact that I don’t have a pad.

Bouldering action

Bouldering action

More bouldering.

More bouldering.

I’m hoping to focus more on climbing over the next couple of weeks.  I’d really like to do some more sport or trad in the near future.

 

Wildcat, Wildcat!

On the weekend on the 9th, a planned day hike turned into an ambitious overnight, and Sweeney, Rob and I once again made the trek to North Conway to hike the Wildcat range across the street from our winter hang out.

The plan was to light-weight backpack (~20-25lbs) starting at Glenn Falls, across the Wildcats, up Carter dome and the rest of the Carters, then summit Imp, Moriah, and Selburne Moriah, and descend to Wild River campground on Saturday.  Then on Sunday hike out via Carter Dome and back over the Wildcats.

On Saturday we got off to a great start with beautiful weather after a rough storm the night before.  Eager to make some mileage, we quickly ascended to Wildcat D where the top of Wildcat’s lifts are.

First up for the day, Wildcat summit with the bits of snow in the bowl as a backdrop.

First up for the day, Wildcat summit with the bits of snow in the bowl as a backdrop.

Descending into Carter Notch made for some impressive views, and a very steep descent and ascent of the Carter Dome.

An awesome look at the daunting Carter Dome from the Carter Notch Hut.

An awesome look at the daunting Carter Dome from the Carter Notch Hut.

Looking back at Wildcat from the hut, one of a few AMC huts fed by spring water.

Looking back at Wildcat from the hut, one of a few AMC huts fed by spring water.

Ascending Carter, looking back to the glacial ponds of the Notch

Ascending Carter, looking back to the glacial ponds of the Notch.

We hung around briefly on top of Carter to re-coup, but then pressed on to Mt. Hight which had far superior views.

Presidential Range panorama. All the photos come from Sweeney’s expert photography and far superior camera.

After Carter the rest of the ~4000 footers started to blur together a bit, but the ridge offered continuous views of the northern Presidential Range.

The northern end of our Saturday traverse, soaking in the views

The northern end of our Saturday traverse, soaking in the views

We crested Selburne Moriah in early evening, and booked it to camp.  We’d decided to go stoveless, which was not exactly my preference.  It worked out okay, and I was never hungry, but I think next time I’d do freeze-dried meals and a pot for approximately the same weight, like Sweeney and I did on our Bigelow Range traverse.

Evening view of the Presidential Range, looking back at the peaks we'd crossed

Evening view of the Presidential Range, looking back at the peaks we’d crossed

On Sunday we weren’t exactly rearing to go, but we broke camp and got moving quickly.  Unfortunately on of the first scenes we encountered was this:

Our first encounter with the Wild River Sunday morning.

Our first encounter with the Wild River Sunday morning.

Is that the trail across the river? It was.

Is that the trail across the river? It was. After Rob assured me the depth was a trick of the light, we made a waist-deep wade across, with our shoes around our necks.

After crossing the river, we proceeded down the Wild River Trail, until the trail abruptly disappeared into the river.  About .5 miles past the (closed) Wild River Campground, the trail had fallen completely into the riverbed, a remnant of Irene.  There had been no warnings, so we attempted to find the trail again, but eventually were forced to re-route and continue down the less exciting, but intact, High Water trail, after re-crossing the Wild River, this time via wooden suspension bridge.

At this point we’d backtracked a fair amount and wasted time locating trails and looking at maps. We re-evaluated our options, settling on a Carter Dome ascent via the Black Angel trail, and descent out Nineteen Mile brook trail from the base of Carter Notch.

We made a dogged ascent of Carter, once again a humbling experience.  As we descended, Rob went ahead to get the car, while Sweeney and I hiked out.  We were all relieved to get out of our wet trail shoes and head to Moat for a post-hike chow down.

The hike itself stands alone as the hardest, and one of the most rewarding hikes I’ve done to date, hitting 12 4000 footers and totaling ~40 miles round-trip.

Vineyards on a hill outside Schriesheim

Extremely European Excursion

Last month I was in serious need of some R&R before I joined the workforce permanently.  It was the perfect time to visit my parents where they live in the Netherlands, for a European holiday.

Almost all the following photos were taken by my sister Elisabeth.   At least all the good ones are hers.

A very Dutch photo, with a standard Dutch bike.

A very Dutch photo, with a standard Dutch bike.

The majority of the trip was centered around good food and good beer, but we did a fair amount of exploring, especially on a four-day jaunt over to Deutschland. It was awesome to be back in Europe after almost seven years, and touring by car and experiencing more of the day-to-day activities gave me a fresh perspective.

As we headed to Nijmegen by train, The first thing I noticed was how flat the Netherlands is.  I knew it was flat, but it is another thing to see the endless fields and orderly rows of trees.  The highest points of land seemed to be mainly dykes and highway bypasses.

Orderly trees on a hiking trail near Malden, the Netherlands.

Orderly trees on a hiking trail near Malden, the Netherlands.

The trip got off to a nice leisurely start.  I went for a bike ride with my Dad and got a feel for the Dutch lifestyle.  Every one of the Dutch owns several bikes, and usually get their first bike around 5 years old.  No one wears a helmet, which astounded me.  Another major change is that bikes have the right of way over pedestrians and cars, so almost everywhere the cars must yield at rotaries.  Coming from biking in Boston this was unsettling–more than once I hit my brakes  inadvertently.

Wijchen, where I was staying, being a very Dutch town, has both a castle and a mill.

The Wijchen working mill at dusk.

The Wijchen working mill at dusk.

On the 18th I went for a walk in the woods.  There aren’t many forested areas in the Netherlands, at least around Nijmegen, and I was struck by how young the trees were.  The trails were wide, sandy and flat, yet still about as close to hiking as you can get without leaving the country.  Many of the Dutch were biking on the extensive scenic trail network that connects most of the cities and towns in the Netherlands.  Whereas around town most bikes have internal hubs and are more of a comfort style with upright handlebars, out in the woods I saw bikes more common in the US, with derailleurs and drop bars.

One of the oldest trees

One of the oldest trees I found. Most of the trees in the Netherlands seemed very young.

That Saturday we drove off to south-western Germany to visit friends nearby Heidelberg.  They were kind enough to put us up at their house and show us around.  That evening I had the pleasure of enjoying my first Germany beer of the trip in Schwetzingen at the Brauerei zum Ritter.  Though there aren’t tons of different hoppy microbrews like in the US, the Germans know how to make a great hefeweizen.

Gardens at Schwetzingen Schloss

Gardens at Schwetzingen Schloss

Enjoying the unusually good weather

Enjoying the unusually good weather

The most majestic peacock.

The most majestic peacock.

A very German, but inexpensive dish.

A very German, but inexpensive dish. Meats, including Saumagen…which is meat cooked in cow’s stomach. And of course sauerkraut.

The Neckar river valley near Heidelberg where we were is very picturesque, almost exactly as I remembered it.  There are many Roman ruins dating back to before the common era.  We hiked around some walking trails that were part of the Kunst weg (Art trail).  It’s incredible that the Roman watch towers built as early as 1100 are still standing.

A Roman Watchtower on the Neckar, partially restored

A Roman Watchtower on the Neckar, partially restored

Looking down from the Schwalbe Nest onto the Neckar

Looking down from the Schwalbe Nest onto the Neckar

Vineyards on a hill outside Schriesheim

Vineyards on a hill outside Schriesheim

This hillside quarry looked like it had some sweet climbing.

This hillside quarry looked like it had some sweet climbing. Apparently there are 3 tiers to it.

We visited Koblenz on our way back to Wijchen, a city that both my sister and I had been to on our Germany exchanges.  However, this was the first trip my family has been overseas together in many years.  In Koblenz is the Deutsches Eck, where the Mosel joins the Rhein, and the site of an enormous statue of Emperor William I, as well as several pieces of the Berlin wall.  It’s quite a tourist attraction, but also a cool place to check out.  Besides the statue, the surrounding monument stands as an aspiration for German unity since the country was divided, then reunited.

William I monument at the Deutsches Eck

William I monument at the Deutsches Eck

Unfortunately the trip was over all too quickly.  We spent a bit more time in Wijchen and also an afternoon in Nijmegen.  Anyone who has seen the movie “A Bridge Too Far” might recognize the Nijmegen bridge that is crossed on the way to the Arnhem “bridge too far”.  The movie depicts Operation Market Garden, an unsuccessful Allied incursion during World War II.

Nijmegen bridge.

Nijmegen bridge.

We took the train to Amsterdam the Sunday before we left.  We managed to go on one of the several Dutch holiday weekends in May, and it was pretty busy.  Again I was surprised that no one even in the city wore a helmet while biking–the bike lanes didn’t seem nearly as safe on the narrow streets packed with tourists not watching where they were going.

I Amsterdam

I Amsterdam

We took the obligatory boat tour, which gave us a quick overview of the city and its history, then decided to head for the Heineken brewery tour.  On the way we passed many of the famed Dutch “coffee shops”.  The brewery, though no longer in use, was pretty cool, and Heineken did everything they could to teach you, not just about their beer, but about their company’s advertising.  Even so the beer was tasty and the motion ride in the POV of a beer was unique.  We were near the I Amsterdam statue afterwards, so we headed to the museum park to see it.  Although Amsterdam was interesting, it wasn’t really for me partly due to the number of other tourists we encountered.

Inside the Heineken Brewery.

Inside the Heineken Brewery.

We spent the last day in Xanten, the only Germany city that begins with X.  Next to the city is the excavated Roman town of Colonia Ulpia Traiana.  The town was active between the years ~70-400 mainly to support a Roman military base. At one time 2 of the 28 Roman legions were stationed in CUT (Xanten), which accounts for around 10,000 soldiers.  Though there were bits of the city, including a restored Amphitheater, the highlight was the museum with Roman weapons, tools and preserved baths excavations.

Partially restored temple in Xanten

Partially restored temple in Xanten

I don’t think Xanten is a typical American tourist location, since I believe we were the only ones speaking English there, although all the information was in several languages.

I’m already making plans to return for a different sort of trip next winter, so I’ve got a few months to brush up more on my German.