Saturday, April 21, 2018

Earth Day with the Ploggers

It is not quite Earth Day but I was able to join in a Earth Day clean up with Cape Cod Moves and LL Bean. It was organized very well including everything we needed to pick up trash like gloves, bags and grabbers even. They had vans to deliver people to all parts of the canal as it is 7.5 miles on the mainland side and 6.5 on the Cape side. They then sent van out to pick up the trash. At the end they then sorted the trash to recycle as much as possible.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Tom, Field, Willey and a Tornado Warning

One of the things that has struck me as I scroll through my phone looking for photos from last year?
I did a lot of hiking. My girls don't hike so I do this when they are with their Dad so it seems amazing to me that I got this much accomplished all the while thinking I am not out there enough.
This particular weekend I remember the weather forecast being bad. I decided to keep my bunk at the hostel and maybe just sit on the porch with a book if I had to. Anywhere is better than at work right?
Look at this sky!! Beautiful as I enter the woods at 6:30 in the morning. My thought was I can kick this out before noon when the storm was supposed to hit.

One of the things I do remember is the beauty of these woods. So green and lush.

Clearly still sleepy eyed!!

Learning this water filtration thing. No one wants the barfs while hiking.
Mount Tom for #10
Again with the piles of rocks. Again I would really like someone to hand me a lollipop for making it.
I would also like the black flies to piss off so I can sit and enjoy a Summit but they didn't seem to care so most of these photos were taken while I ran by.

Mount Field for #11

I need to interject a funny but not to funny story in here. Somewhere between Field and Tom I bump into 2 people-a young girl and guy who look about 20. I always say Hello and sometimes exchange a few words. It helps me and other hikers pass info.
The girl passes with a hello but the boy says "Can you tell us where the Summit is, we are lost."
I ask "Do you have a Map?" He holds up a phone with a green map. Don't get me wrong web sites have tons of info and advice but this should never be your only source of navigation.
I ask if they saw a big pile of rocks and they says YES! Well that was your Summit.
Now the girl who has a Go-Pro camera strapped to her head says-Damn we have beer to drink on all the Summits.
 I ask if they know about the storm coming to which he says it is only some rain after 2pm. Umm, No. It is a big storm and it should be rolling in about noon. I hand them my printed map and explained the White Mountain Guide Online and we part ways as they are going the opposite way.
Now in previous posts I say Hike your own hike but when it comes to safety I need to just point out if you can afford a Go Pro and you have beer you should probably buy a $20 map.
Just after the Summit of Willy (#12 by the way) is a look out. It was 11:30am.
When I saw this view I knew if was time to rock and roll. I could have gone back the way I came and gone down the A-Z trail myself but I really wanted to be off a Mountain and decided to keep going.
A couple had just Summited Willey and seeing what I did they decided to just turn around and go back. Another reason I made my decision was I could tag along with them.

I am glad I went this way because I wouldn't have wanted to miss these ladders. The pictures don't do them justice. They looked like they just went straight down. I think I have heard you should go up them but the fact is when you show up and that is what you are faced with you just do it.

This is me looking back up. The couple I met worked together to get each other down. It wasn't for the faint of heart, that's for sure.

After the ladders the couple started pulling away. My pace was definately slower as I was getting a little tired at this point.
At about 1:30 I reached the railroad tracks and without the proper information made a slightly poor decision. I decided to walk the train tracks back to my car. 3 miles.
I should have gone the road. I could have hitched or gotten a ride from the couple on Willey if they were still around. Stupid on my part. There was a light rain and I was officially out of power on my cell phone. I loved seeing the train history along the way but did not know there would be a train bridge to cross.
I have read it is 100 feet up and the sidewalk was grated metal which I couldn't even put a foot on with the gigantic fear of heights. I couldn't fathom walking back to access the road so I made the huge decision to cross it via the train tracks.
I kept my eyes up and talked to myself the whole way-Scared Shitless. When the train went by I knew it would be coming back but i didn't know when and I hoped it would be traveling slowly like I had seen it.
Luckily I crossed it and got back to my car without ever seeing it. The last 1/4 mile or so I was in the heaviest downpour you can imagine and I was very grateful to see that little Subaru parked across the street.
I plugged in my phone first to make sure I could let my friend at home know I was safe. As soon as it powered up I was inundated with texts and emergency signals. I quickly changed into dry clothes and tried to get out of there.
Just down Route 302 I pass those 2 young kids from Field. I just couldn't leave them so I made a U turn and picked them up. As it turns out their car was parked in the opposite lot and they would have been walking the 3 miles in the pouring rain.
This storm on July 1st 2017 ends up being a devastating storm for the area. The radio is filled with tornado warnings for Conway and towns on the Maine boarder. I make my way across the Kangamangus Hwy at about 15 -20 mph. Roads are washed out and they experience extreme damage.
I had planned on staying until morning but decided to head home.

Tackling Cannon

Because I am a stubborn bitch I decide I am going to try Cannon again. I do not want to go home without this peak. I decide to try from another direction. I wake up and get ready to go home. I will be headed back after this hike. As I walk out the door I am hit with a dramatic temp change.
Welcome to the 30's!
I head out at about 7:14 on April 30th, 2017. This time I park at the hiker lot at Cannon Mountain Ski resort. I took the Kinsman Ridge Trail 2.1 miles to the Summit. The trail also had the monorail although thinner and I tried my best to maneuver around it as best I could but what I couldn't avoid was the ice.
There were places where I had to really focus and push forward but more than anything was my nerves about coming back down

 Yesterday's beautiful melt frozen in time.

 Of course because I didn't have my printed maps I was paranoid about where the actual Summit was. I climbed the tower and thought I took a video as I walked all the way around but I didn't, I managed to video my feet for 2 seconds. UGH!
I walked all over the ski Summit looking for a sign and finally headed back down. Rumor has it the tower is the Summit. I am not sure how I could get a bigger sign than that!
I was back to the lot at 1:30 with #9 checked off.

Clearing my mind and getting my feet wet.

Pardon me for being so late in my post. I will do my best to express the feeling from this weekend.
The first thing I do remember is thinking-Damn, I need to get away. I was just overwhelmed and needed a break. Nana agreed to dog sit and the kids were with Dad. The hostel I usually like to stay at was closed for Mud Season but I was able to find another on the northern side of the Whites.
Get me the F out! This top photo was the highway view that started to melt the stress.
I had printed out a few routes. I wasn't sure what to expect on the trail and figured I could do plan b or c or d if needed.
About at the NH boarder I realized I didn't have my big messy pile of maps. It was laid out on the kitchen counter. Trail maps and the printed maps of the actual route from the White Mtn online guide. Those are neat because they describe what to expect or look for on the route like trail conditions, markers or views. It includes miles and estimated times. Luckily I could stop at the National Forest office and buy a replacement but it wasn't the same.
I get a little tunnel visioned when I make a decision and Cannon Mt was the goal. I stopped at a Dunkin Donuts in Lincoln and changed into my hiking clothes and boots and headed to the trailhead. I wasn't sure which route to take and was worried about a route that would be too steep and/or icy but the weather was actually gorgeous and confusing. There was snow on the ground in places but the temperature was about 72 degrees as I walked under the highway and into the Lafayette Campground to get to the Lonesome Lake trail.
(Post continued 4/2018)
I believe I left about 12:30 after driving up from the Cape. After a few more trips like this I have found that this isn't my thing. I seem to have a crappy hike if I drive up the same day. This would be one of the first examples of this.

This friends is a monorail but not the fun Disney kind. Bizarre to be up like 12-18 inches above the ground but the trail was only wide enough for this track so balance beam you go. 

I made it to Lonesome lake. I can hear screaming and there are people all over the place. Groups of teenagers had stayed the night at the Hut and were tromping around the trails that surround the Lake.
I continue my trek attempting to make the Summit of Cannon and back down as the day is running out. You can barely make it out in the above photo but that is a plank. I have never hiked in this area so I am unfamiliar with the planks on this trail.
So when you mis-step off the snow and plank you are now up to your knee in water. The mud is sucking my boot in and I fall to the snow bank trying to pull it out. Next the 2nd foot is in the water as the snow collapses there as well.
So here I sit. Thinking.
My feet are wet, my boots are soaked. It is warm out but I am worried about safety as I still have a little ways to hike and then back down.
So I call it a day.
I get myself back to a large log to clean up and I think about how there is probably a more "hiker way" but I don't know it so I improvise. I peel off my socks and put on dry ones, then I take 2 grocery bags out of my pack that I carry for trash or other things and I put them on my feet and put my soaked boots back on.
I feel stupid but I am worried I will get blisters from the wet boots.
God, let a "real hiker" not see me do this.

Damn you Cannon.
Drying out my boots because there are more miles to do tomorrow.

Race Results

09/07/07 Main Street Mile 11:44
05/18/08 YPD 5k 52:57 17:05
06/14/08 Walpole Village 5K 35:27 11:26
06/21/08 Mashpee Fun Run 34:21 11:05
07/19/08 Mashpee Woodlands 36.49 11:52
08/10/08 Falmouth Road Race 1:29:31
08/25/08 Women Running Wild 35:40 11:30
10/25/08 Mashpee Firefighters 37:47 12:10
05/02/09 Cape Abilities 5K 34:59 11:17
05/17/09 YPD 5K 36:41 11:50
08/09/09 Falmouth Road Race 7mi 1:37
10/31/09 Mashpee Firefighters 5K 37:15 12:00
09/11/11 Main Street Mile 12:31
10/29/11 Screech to the Beach 5K 39.13 12:20
08/12/12 Falmouth Road Race 1:34:24 13:29
05/18/14 YPD 5k 44.25 14:17
06/1/14 June Jog 4mi 1:04 16:00
08/17/14 Falmouth Road Race 1:42:04 14:35
09/27/14 Girly Girl 5K 37:24 12:02
10/26/14 Pell Bridge Run 4mi 48:41 12:10
11/27/14 Turkey Trot in VA 5K 35:22 11:23
12/06/14 Jingle Jog 5K 34:42 11:11
03/29/15 Thomas Guinta Memorial 5K 34:14 11:03
04/19/15 St. Margaret's 5K 31:11 10:21
05/17/15 YPD Blues 5K 34:58 11:17
06/07/15 Newport 10 Miler 1:56:09 11:36
06/20/15 Mackenzie's 5K 33:55 10:54
08/17/14 Falmouth Road Race 1:33:51 13:24
10/31/15 Screech at the Beach 36:19 11:40