The signs are there if you pay attention.
In college, trips to Maine meant trips to LL Bean. Then it was trips to Ogunquit. Acadia was next. Now it is 5hr drives to Baxter. And yes, this time it was a spur of the moment trip up. But it was so worth it. I would not have forgiven myself if I stayed home. The weather was perfect, there was a space in the Roaring Brook bunkhouse. So I packed up and got ready to make the drive up. I even filled my water bladder so I would not have do it in the morning. Maybe the third time would be a charm. I knew some friends who were going up too, would I see them? So after realizing that getting gas at the Bangor Mall exit was a bad idea (hint, take 95 South for one mile and turn around), I drove the loneliest 50 miles ever. I have no idea whether a Sasquatch would jump out at me or run me off the road. The speed limit is 75, so anything is possible.
And yes, they remembered me. Kinda nice. But they are all nice up in Maine. Must be in the water or something. And another nice surprise, I had the bunkhouse to myself. Nice, but I do not know how to use the gas lamps. That’s OK, I have headlamps. The wind made it kinda creepy at night. It was hard to sleep as it was. There is a reason that air mattress is 8 bucks at Walmart. And it is too big for the space. It worked OK. I got some sleep listening to the Catholic radio station. My antenna broke, so choices were limited. I was hoping for a French lesson. And the weather band helped me learn more than I ever wanted to know about the weather trends in the area.
So I mosey myself to get ready. I was up at 4:40, but I took forever to get ready. And I prehydrated, that might have slowed me down. So, I get on the trail and join the Chimney Pond Trail Conga Line. No lie, 20 of us started together. There are several options from Roaring Brook. Helon Taylor for Pamola and Knife Edge to Baxter (Katadhin), Saddle and Cathedral from Chimney Pond to Katahdin. I took a few bypasses to Hamlin Ridge, skipping Chimney Pond. I almost got here last month before my toes spasmed. I used my Oboz this time, so my feet were happy. Took some great pics at the view and noticed the swampy area was completely dry. I got my feet wet there last month. And people, for the love of God, pack out your damn TP. Finally made it to the bypass, complete with a beaver dam. Dam beavers. It was messy, but doable. Then blueberries.. Oh the blueberries. Easily spent a good half hour eating blueberries. On to Hamlin Ridge, a few steep pitches and you are above treeline. And the fun begins.
|Those fluffy clouds tried to beat me up.|
Going up to Hamlin is much like Lafayette. You think you are there and NOPE. You see the top, but it seems to get further every step. It’s one of those rocky trails with a scramble or two for fun. I budgeted 2 hours for the 1.1 mile to the summit. I did not take into account the wind. MAN OH MAN, the wind. I met a friend who turned around because of the gusts. Some reached 60 or more IMHO. I thought it would slow down, and it did for a while. But they came back with a vengeance, and sometimes no warning. You have 5 minutes of nothing and the BLAM, you are blown into a boulder. Step, step, step, hunker down. Step, hide behind cairn. I was terrified a few times, but did not want to go back down that ridge. I wanted to be on top and go back to safety. I had met a nice older couple from VT on the way up. We kept a pretty similar pace, but they were smart and took more breaks. I kept thinking that if they keep going, I should too. So I did. Hiking in Baxter is hard enough, but the wind made me slower and more careful. It took forever, and the time kept flying, as did stuff off my pack. But I finally made it. Over 3 hours, but I made it. I got on my knees, said a Hail Mary and Our Father, and took it all in.
|My kingdom. Just had to say that.|
|I was so happy not to do Knife Edge.|
|Are we there yet?|
|Are we there yet?|
|Are we there yet now?|
It was better that I dreamed of. And yes, still windy. It seemed more windy. Right in my face too. And I had to ask, "is this all you got?" Apparently not The couple from VT made it up too. We took pictures of it all. There was another group, but I think they might have turned around. Lots of people were going down the ridge. We made our way down to the Saddle on the Tablelands. AH, the tablelands. I remember them being a nice flat and level dirt path to a steep pitch and Katahdin. I do not remember boulder fields. I hate boulder fields. I made it, but still, the hate lives on. Now the top of the Saddle is a slide. I hate slides, but I was not going back down that ridge. The Saddle is protected from the wind, but it is steep, gravelly, and loose scree. The first half mile was trying not to slide to my death and the navigating some large rocks. FUN, not. A mile in Baxter is honestly 3 miles in the real world. I was not the only person struggling, many were. It is steep and unstable in some parts. Of course, there were people on a mission to get past the slow people. I lost track of the VT couple which was sad. I always meet great people hiking, and I was only halfway down the Saddle.
|Time for a new sign.|
|One more gust and this would have been x-rated.|
|WOAH, that is a long way down.|
|Photo by Roberta. We both had no clue what was about to happen.|
|Photo by Roberta. I gotta get of those tripod thingies.|
|Roberta and I enjoying life thanks to her photo skills.|
I decided just to drive home because I wanted to save some money and I had things to do. I didn’t do them because my body took a whole two days to punish me. The only tough part is the 75mph zone with the speeding trucks and shadows that look like moose. I was on a hiker high, so no drowsiness. I did take a nap, but I was fine for the drive. Except the peeing. I do not take hydration lightly. Everything was just fine until I hit the MA line. The bathrooms are closed at night and no portable toilets. And ONE lane to 495. Oh and no one told the speeding trucks. It was interesting, but I watched from the rest area trying to find a place to pee that is acceptable to civilization. No such luck. So I get into the traffic and speed home. Let me tell you, commuters can fly at 5am. Luckily I missed the usual tie ups and made it home just after 6, as my neighbors were going to work. Breakfast and sleep.
|It is going to take more than 40 minutes to get home.|
|Yes, that guy has a tent on top of his van.|