jump to navigation

You think it’s cold? March 24, 2013

Posted by Jenny in hiking, White Mountains, winter hiking.
Tags: , , , , , , , ,
8 comments
Summit of Mt. Madison

Summit of Mt. Madison.

I’m sure you feel the same way I do—you’re sick of winter. It’s March 24, I’m in North Carolina, and there’s snow in the forecast the next couple of days. Today a friend and I had planned to go up Bradley Fork looking for the F-15 jet engine. The prospect of a wet chilly day decided us against it. Well, I suppose we have nothing to complain about compared with the folks in the Midwest.

I thought I’d share some old photos of winter hikes. Perhaps by looking at them, you will feel warmer by comparison. All of them were taken in the White Mountains of northern New Hampshire.

Winter hiking can actually be fun. We had a nice sunny day for this climb of Mt. Washington. No wind, and temps were above zero—not something you take for granted there in winter.

Bob climbs the Lions Head Winter Route on Washington.

Bob climbs the Lions Head Winter Route on Washington.

Above Tuckerman Ravine.

Above Tuckerman Ravine.

I make my way up ice near the top of Washington.

I make my way up ice near the top of Washington.

Observation Deck on Washington. Bob is posturing, as usual.

Observation Deck on Washington. Bob is posturing, as usual.

Conditions on a climb we did of Adams were really cold and windy.

I look cold. It was about three degrees and windy.

I look cold. It was about three degrees and windy.

Looking from Adams to Madison.

Looking from Adams to Madison.

We had “snow goblins” along the trail on a climb of Mt. Eisenhower.

Adam hikes along Crawford Path toward Eisenhower.

Adam hikes along Crawford Path toward Eisenhower.

I looked cold on Eisenhower, too.

Adam and I approach Eisenhower summit.

Below Mt. Jefferson.

Below Mt. Jefferson.

Sometimes the trip was long hard work.

I'not sure the summit of Middle Carter was worth the effort.

I’m not sure the summit of Middle Carter was worth the effort.

Bob crosses Lonesome Lake on the way to North Kinsman.

Bob crosses Lonesome Lake on the way to North Kinsman.

Adam tackles upper slopes of Lafayette.

Adam tackles upper slopes of Lafayette.

Bob and Pete on Moriah.

Bob and Pete on Moriah.

Mike and Bob on the Tripyramids.

Mike and Bob on the upper Sabbaday Brook trail, approaching the Tripyramids.

Oh, I forgot. This last one isn’t in the Whites. This is East Kennebago in western Maine—a bushwhack peak. I’m holding a moose horn we found.

Stay warm, and maybe spring will arrive one of these days!

East Kennebago---a canister peak.

East Kennebago—a canister peak.

The Great Gully to the summit of Adams August 26, 2009

Posted by Jenny in hiking, nature, White Mountains.
Tags: , , ,
14 comments

Gully from base of ravine. It is the curving one on the right.

Great Gully from base of King Ravine. It is the curving one on the right.

Total hike: nine miles, 4400 vertical

I had been up the Great Gully once before and remembered it as a place seeming very secret in its nature even though it is in the White Mountain Guide right on the next page after the King Ravine trail description.  The trail up the Gully splits off from the King Ravine trail at the upper part of the ravine basin not far before the steepest part of the climb up the headwall.  The trails diverge at 3800 feet, or about 100 vertical feet below the “let’s get down to business” part of the headwall, and they both get to the top of the steeps (5100) in little more than a half mile, though the Great Gully has its stiffest part at a point lower on the headwall.

A tributary of Cold Brook flows down the Great Gully, and that is what transforms the gully into a secluded, protected place that has a dense carpet of flowers and rhodora, dwarf birch and dwarf black spruce, ferns, and moss.  The plants seem woven together in a tapestry of colors and shapes. From across the ravine you can see a deep greenish gash where it emerges above treeline, a moist protected world that contrasts with the monochromatic windblasted tundra.

The Great Gully trail is famous for one spot described in the White Mountain Guide as follows: “The trail then passes under an overhanging rock on a ledge with a high, sheer drop close by on the left, forcing the faint of heart to crawl on their bellies, dragging their packs behind them.”  It had been a long time since I’d been up the trail, so I couldn’t quite remember whether this spot was quite as terrible as described.

I started at the Appalachia parking lot, took the Air Line to the Short Line to the King Ravine trail.  Just before the KR junction, I saw some very pretty moss.  Readers of this blog know that I am obsessed by moss.

100_0974

I hit the KR trail just below Mossy Falls, which didn’t have as much moss as the rocks above.

Mossy Falls

Mossy Falls

Pretty soon above the falls the scrambling starts.  No big dilemmas, but a lot of boulders that have to be negotiated.  Each one is a puzzle that needs to be solved to figure out the best way up and over.  Before long I emerged on the open floor of the ravine.

100_0979

After clambering over an entertaining series of boulders, I came to the Great Gully junction.  The lower part of the trail passed between big pillows of moss that were spangled with mountain goldenrod.

100_0984

Soon the climbing got steeper, and I came to a beautiful cascade.

100_0985

I was getting to the part where the trail has to do some serious contortions to get around cliffy areas.  Right above the cascade I had a view that confirmed that I was making upward progress.

100_0988

I knew I was approaching the tricky bit where the WMG talks about the “faint of heart.”  Sure enough, here it was. You have to look at two pictures to get the full story. Here is the hole that you can squeeze through.  It’s tighter than it looks in the picture:

100_0989

The reason you squeeze through the hole is because this is immediately to the left.

100_0991

I squirmed through the hole without having to take off my pack, though it wasn’t pretty.  I guess there is a way you can do it without hole-squeezing, but I wasn’t going to venture onto the outward face of the ledge, especially since I was on my own.

I could hear a couple of distant voices wafting over from the King Ravine trail, which churns up the rubble pile under the high rocks seen below.  I’ve been up that way a few times, too.

100_0992

My route had less rubble and lots of ingenious combinations of rock and plant life.

100_0993

It’s hard to say exactly where treeline is on the Great Gully, because the plants right in the gully remain taller than just outside it, though you definitely have a sense of being out in the open. I admired the dense mat of plant life.

100_0994

Eventually the trail works its way onto a scree slide.

100_0996

Looking back down to the floor of the ravine…

100_0997

I finally tackled the summit of Adams.

100_0999

I had a view over to George, the Great Gulf, and the Auto Road. I could see the glimmer of the Peabody River in the Gulf.

100_1000

Much to my surprise, there was absolutely no one on the summit.  In fact, I had seen a total of zero people on my whole way up the mountain.  It was a Tuesday, but a beautiful day in August, so that was a bit odd.  I took a dorky picture of myself on the summit with the timer.

100_1003

I had to commemorate the moment because it was my birthday.  After about ten minutes, a few other people straggled in.   One nice guy named Scott gave an interesting lecture to me and a father and son who arrived, all about the evils of corn syrup in Power Bars, but I appreciate the fact that he sang “Happy Birthday” to me.

I decided to descend by the Airline trail, which oddly enough I’d never been on before.  I passed the top of the King Ravine trail, always impressive from that angle.

100_1009

The view down the Airline ridge:

100_1012

My hours of seeing few people had come to an end.  All down the Airline I encountered great numbers of humanity, including probably quite a few hutsters (Madison Hut, I mean).  However, I must say that this route seemed better than the Valley Way, which is the main thoroughfare to the hut.  I’m not quite sure why I’d neglected the Airline before.

View toward Great Gully and its neighbor from the Airline

View toward Great Gully and its neighbor from the Airline