MattC
03-25-2006, 08:29 AM
My friends and I decided to take a hike. Our group would include Dick Emmons and Donald Seward, along with Dix wife Esther and Donaldson Blake. Our other friend Marcy Phelps was too ill to come. We all live on Colvin Street, so we met at Donald’s house to get ready. We put the map down on the Tabletop, which was well lit by the kitchen Skylight. We wanted to be sure we had planned the Wright route. Blake was trying to find his headlamp in his room, which was just a total mess. It was like trying to find a needle in a Haystack. Finally Donald sighed and said “Just get in the Carson, I’ll bring my extra headlamp for you.” Blake accepted this with a lot of Grace for a 13-year old.
When we got to the trailhead, the sky was Gray. We all hoped it would clear, so we’d be able to Seymour. It was also Colden a little windy. The trail was nice though-it followed a little brook and we all stopped to rest at a pretty Cascade. Donald is a Native American history buff, so he started telling us about tribes such as the Algonquin and Iroquois. He said they used to call this area “Couchsachraga”, which means “Land of Beavers.” I tried to imagine what it was like years ago, when you might see a Panther or find a pair of Wolf Jaws on the ground. We also discussed literature, and I mentioned that I like the Gothics writers such as Mary Shelly and Bram Stoker. A little later we came upon a guy named Pete who was clearing blowdown from the trail. Dust flew everywhere as his Sawteeth bit into the wood.
My Giant pack started to feel heavy as we climbed and I wished I had a Porter to carry it. The climb was really making me Hough and Pough. I thought someone might have to Dial 911, but fortunately I was able to Marshall enough energy to continue. The rock scrambles were quite a workout-I could feel them making my Armstrong. Finally we got to the top and we could see a whole bunch of mountains. There was a Cliff on one and a Big Slide on another. One looked like it had a Rocky Peak. It was autumn, and far below in a valley I could see a stand of red maples-it looked like a big Redfield from up where we were. Esther was all bundled up and her Whiteface stood out against the dark green of her hood.
We headed back down to the trailhead to relax. Someone had some Allen a cooler and I gladly accepted a bottle. There was a cabin nearby with a wash Basin so we were able to clean up a little. I wanted to fix my hair, but I couldn’t find Macomb. There was a woman in the cabin feeding her baby with a bottle and the kid looked so content sucking on the Nippletop. I felt the same with my bottle of ale. It had been Nye unto 20 years since I had been in these mountains, and it was great to once again be in the Saddleback. I said “Santanoni to come for me this year, I’ve already had my X-mas gift!”
Matt
When we got to the trailhead, the sky was Gray. We all hoped it would clear, so we’d be able to Seymour. It was also Colden a little windy. The trail was nice though-it followed a little brook and we all stopped to rest at a pretty Cascade. Donald is a Native American history buff, so he started telling us about tribes such as the Algonquin and Iroquois. He said they used to call this area “Couchsachraga”, which means “Land of Beavers.” I tried to imagine what it was like years ago, when you might see a Panther or find a pair of Wolf Jaws on the ground. We also discussed literature, and I mentioned that I like the Gothics writers such as Mary Shelly and Bram Stoker. A little later we came upon a guy named Pete who was clearing blowdown from the trail. Dust flew everywhere as his Sawteeth bit into the wood.
My Giant pack started to feel heavy as we climbed and I wished I had a Porter to carry it. The climb was really making me Hough and Pough. I thought someone might have to Dial 911, but fortunately I was able to Marshall enough energy to continue. The rock scrambles were quite a workout-I could feel them making my Armstrong. Finally we got to the top and we could see a whole bunch of mountains. There was a Cliff on one and a Big Slide on another. One looked like it had a Rocky Peak. It was autumn, and far below in a valley I could see a stand of red maples-it looked like a big Redfield from up where we were. Esther was all bundled up and her Whiteface stood out against the dark green of her hood.
We headed back down to the trailhead to relax. Someone had some Allen a cooler and I gladly accepted a bottle. There was a cabin nearby with a wash Basin so we were able to clean up a little. I wanted to fix my hair, but I couldn’t find Macomb. There was a woman in the cabin feeding her baby with a bottle and the kid looked so content sucking on the Nippletop. I felt the same with my bottle of ale. It had been Nye unto 20 years since I had been in these mountains, and it was great to once again be in the Saddleback. I said “Santanoni to come for me this year, I’ve already had my X-mas gift!”
Matt