daLunartik
07-06-2006, 02:00 PM
Was on my way home from work yesterday, and saw a guy cruising on bike with a full pack on. Got me thinking, hmm, I should do some hiking this evening! Since this was an after work hike, and I was all ready heading east, this meant I was going to be hiking part of the Taconic Crest Trail. Since I try to avoid the Bash Bish Falls area this time of year, and recently did a "Sunset" hike up Alander Mtn., my destination was South Brace, Brace and possibly Frissel, with the Tri-State point thrown in for good measure. I actually have to kick myself a bit, having never hiked this section before, even though it is essentially in my backyard (at my house, the sun rises over Alander).
Found the trail head with no problem, shouldered my pack and started up the Southern end of the Taconic Crest Trail. The trail leads through a small stretch of woods, then follows the edge of a field before twisting back into the woods. The field was a bit overgrown, but I knew I was off to a good hike when I glimpsed a large bird of prey soaring threw the foliage. As I walked, I realized that I was seeing lots of mushrooms, and a good variety of them. I counted about a dozen different mushrooms on the trail, from little tiny orange ones and brilliant red capped ones (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2931466070090556846yKvpXx) to 6 inch toadstool sized (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2875389610090556846CSkaVu) ones, and some that looked like buttermilk pancakes (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2937379640090556846iwajPO). The trail slowly starts to gain elevation, until it runs into a stream, at which point it became a near vertical climb, with something like 600' elevation in less than .5 miles. Easily comparable to, if not more difficult than the Escarpment Trail up the north east face of Blackhead in the Catskills, which I had just hiked this past weekend and was fresh in my memory. Just before the trail zigs away from the stream and the serious vert ends, there is a nice little waterfall (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2227664100090556846ENdSOG). I took advantage of this nice view to take a break, snap some photos and rehydrate. Glad I stopped, since there was a bird singing his/her heart out with a beautiful, and complicated song. I was able to record it using the video mode of my digital camera, and after i trim out the "fluff", will post a copy. Played it for HauntedFox, and while she didn't know what it was, she reminded me that it was similar to one we had heard going up Blackhead.
Break time was over, so I continued heading up, and the trail turned into a mixture of open rock slabs and forest. Finally broke through the treeline for a brief view (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2269961130090556846jioRoa) of the valley, rte. 22 and the Taconic range - it was quite overcast and the Catskills were shrouded at every viewpoint. After a little more elevation gain, I came across a tiny peat bog (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2577270600090556846GbBelC) and the first of many ripe blueberry "traps". A short while later and I was summitting South Brace, where I was greeted by a number of Towhee's. After checking the time and the storm clouds rolling in from the south, I decided to forgo Brace and Frissel, and sat down to have dinner amidst the alternating calls of "Towhee, Towhee" and "Drink your tea, drink your tea". The black flies and mosquitoes also had dinner, since I had forgotten my bug spray!
Packed up and started back out once the sun slipped behind a cloud bank (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2392457820090556846DOdTLw), around 8:15 or so. Made good time on the way down, and found myself at the last viewpoint before descending back into the forest. Paused to drink in this last view, and below me in the woods, along the direction the trail headed, I heard a hoarse howl of a coyote. This was quickly followed by the rest of the pack, howling, barking, yipping, and then the sounds of something "screaming" in pain - and then silence. It was rather disconcerting, since it was coming in the direction I had to travel. I also didn't think to try and record any of it until the very end, and by the time I got the camera out, it was too late. I stowed one of my hiking poles, and pulled out the heavy flashlight that I had tossed into my pack, figuring the extra light in addition to my headlamp was worth the piece of mind. The rest of the hike was fairly uneventful, as I tried to make as much noise as possible, singing to myself and being sure to bang my hiking pole on rocks and against the flashlight I was carrying. Then I got back to the field near the trailhead - it was full of fireflies! After watching them dance for a bit, it was time to hit the car and head home. A little more than 3 miles and 1300' of vertical.
Found the trail head with no problem, shouldered my pack and started up the Southern end of the Taconic Crest Trail. The trail leads through a small stretch of woods, then follows the edge of a field before twisting back into the woods. The field was a bit overgrown, but I knew I was off to a good hike when I glimpsed a large bird of prey soaring threw the foliage. As I walked, I realized that I was seeing lots of mushrooms, and a good variety of them. I counted about a dozen different mushrooms on the trail, from little tiny orange ones and brilliant red capped ones (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2931466070090556846yKvpXx) to 6 inch toadstool sized (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2875389610090556846CSkaVu) ones, and some that looked like buttermilk pancakes (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2937379640090556846iwajPO). The trail slowly starts to gain elevation, until it runs into a stream, at which point it became a near vertical climb, with something like 600' elevation in less than .5 miles. Easily comparable to, if not more difficult than the Escarpment Trail up the north east face of Blackhead in the Catskills, which I had just hiked this past weekend and was fresh in my memory. Just before the trail zigs away from the stream and the serious vert ends, there is a nice little waterfall (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2227664100090556846ENdSOG). I took advantage of this nice view to take a break, snap some photos and rehydrate. Glad I stopped, since there was a bird singing his/her heart out with a beautiful, and complicated song. I was able to record it using the video mode of my digital camera, and after i trim out the "fluff", will post a copy. Played it for HauntedFox, and while she didn't know what it was, she reminded me that it was similar to one we had heard going up Blackhead.
Break time was over, so I continued heading up, and the trail turned into a mixture of open rock slabs and forest. Finally broke through the treeline for a brief view (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2269961130090556846jioRoa) of the valley, rte. 22 and the Taconic range - it was quite overcast and the Catskills were shrouded at every viewpoint. After a little more elevation gain, I came across a tiny peat bog (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2577270600090556846GbBelC) and the first of many ripe blueberry "traps". A short while later and I was summitting South Brace, where I was greeted by a number of Towhee's. After checking the time and the storm clouds rolling in from the south, I decided to forgo Brace and Frissel, and sat down to have dinner amidst the alternating calls of "Towhee, Towhee" and "Drink your tea, drink your tea". The black flies and mosquitoes also had dinner, since I had forgotten my bug spray!
Packed up and started back out once the sun slipped behind a cloud bank (http://community.webshots.com/photo/552003831/2392457820090556846DOdTLw), around 8:15 or so. Made good time on the way down, and found myself at the last viewpoint before descending back into the forest. Paused to drink in this last view, and below me in the woods, along the direction the trail headed, I heard a hoarse howl of a coyote. This was quickly followed by the rest of the pack, howling, barking, yipping, and then the sounds of something "screaming" in pain - and then silence. It was rather disconcerting, since it was coming in the direction I had to travel. I also didn't think to try and record any of it until the very end, and by the time I got the camera out, it was too late. I stowed one of my hiking poles, and pulled out the heavy flashlight that I had tossed into my pack, figuring the extra light in addition to my headlamp was worth the piece of mind. The rest of the hike was fairly uneventful, as I tried to make as much noise as possible, singing to myself and being sure to bang my hiking pole on rocks and against the flashlight I was carrying. Then I got back to the field near the trailhead - it was full of fireflies! After watching them dance for a bit, it was time to hit the car and head home. A little more than 3 miles and 1300' of vertical.