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Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Humphreys Peak, Arizona (State High Point #28), 9/29/2017

Humphreys Peak (12,633') via Humphreys Trail, September 29, 2017.


Distance: 9.6 miles (RT)

Elevation gain: 3,417'

Trailhead: The trailhead is located at the far end of the lower parking lot of the Arizona Snowbowl, Flagstaff, AZ. From Flagstaff drive north on Route 180 for 7 miles, taking a right onto Snowbowl Road.  Drive another 7.4 miles to the lower parking lot. Parking is free.

View from Wupatki National Monument.

Humphreys Peak is the highest point of the San Francisco peaks, a range of extinct volcanic peaks within what is called the San Francisco Volcanic Field.  The summit area is a jumble of jagged, pitty volcanic rock.   

Hiked with Sandy today.  We met in Phoenix and poked around Flagstaff (elevation 6,900') the days before our hike.  Because of the altitude I fully expected to be gasping my way up to the summit (we did visit the Snowbowl the day before and walked the nature trail @ 9,200' - a halfhearted attempt to adjust to the thinner air).

On summit day we got on the trail late, around 8:28, mostly because I was fiddling with my GPS in the parking lot (I'd loaded a track from wikiloc.com). The GPS gave an elevation reading of 9200' at the car.

Large parking lot.
Trail is to the right of the sign.

The path starts out flat as we walked along the base of Snowbowl's slopes. When we entered the forest we were shocked at the blowdowns on both sides of the trail -  rotting trees and a general mess for the first quarter mile or so.


Not a pretty site.
Trail is clear, with felled trees on both sides.

The route is comprised of long, lazy switchbacks followed by a straight flat section and then short, steep switchbacks, the saddle and the one mile "rock walk" to the summit.

The trail - photo from wikiloc.com

Nine-tenths of a mile in we reached the trail register and signed in. The path up to the saddle is unmarked but obvious.

At the register.

The day started chilly and the peaks were hidden behind dark clouds, a disappointing sight - no views from the peak!  We put on gloves and chugged up the path, counting the turns of the switchbacks and wishing those clouds to leave.  



At the third switchback we reached a huge slide.   Boulders stretched the length of the mountain, as far up (and down) as we could see. After a few photos we hopped back on the trail.  I was winded, so was Sandy, but it wasn't too bad. We were a bit apprehensive though as to how well we'd be breathing at 12,000'!  


Slide



Those considerate gray clouds were dissipating as we ascended and we could see ski slopes tucked between the trees, deep browns and greens.

Ski area.

We rose above the long switchbacks, reaching the flat stretch. The path led us through another slide (this one resembling Tripyramids' north slide).



As we walked up the short, steeper switchbacks we saw several hikers returning.  One couple had reached the saddle but turned back - too cold and windy up there.  Another hiker informed us that the "real work" was ahead of us.


Steps up the shorter switchbacks.

11,400' - getting there!

We negotiated the remaining 2.5 short-but-steeper switchbacks in no time, reaching the saddle (3.8 miles from our car).


The saddle - right to Agassiz; left to Humphreys.

Yummy view from the saddle.
Looking south (not where we're headed).
Where we're headed.

Two hikers (locals) were resting at the saddle junction.  We chatted for a bit, asked them why the forest had so many blowdowns at the bottom (they didn't know). One of them warned us that from here on in things get "scrambly." (Scrambly?  When I researched this hike scrambles weren't mentioned.) She added that people who don't like heights might have a problem too.  

I can assure you there are no scrambles or scary dropoffs.

The saddle is at about 11,700', just 900' below the summit but from here the trail significantly changes in character, with a path way more rocky and less defined.  At times it took some thought to find the trail; there are trail sticks showing the way, which helped. Several times we used our hands to hoist up and hop over rocks which slowed our pace,  - and kept our breathing in check.  Yes, we were sucking wind but stopping briefly (just few seconds) completely resolved any shortness of breath. And so we negotiated the last mile by alternating climbing and stopping for just a second or two to recover.


Two words about false summits. They suck.  We could see the approximate length of the ridge from the saddle - sure looked like a mile.  But in the throws of hiking it, as our eyes hopefully looked toward the top of each rise we were disappointed to find another "peak" in the distance (there are three false summits).  There's no doubt which of these is the summit, however, that famous Humphreys Peak sign is visible from the third bump.


Good view of the ridge and its disheartening bumps.

We knew this was the last push - rejoice!

The summit is riddled with volcanic rock boulders - reminded me of talus in how it shifts your feet when you try to walk. And these jagged sharp things are more round than flat.  We spent the majority of our summit time sitting against one of the two rock walls, out of the wind.

It was beautiful! The clouds were gone and the view crystal clear.  Temps on the summit were cold but we got 360° views.  We had lunch there, chatting with a handful of people.  





Before our hike we decided on a "turn around" time (AZ does not recognize daylight savings - gets dark really early) and the climb had taken longer than planned so we cut short our visit, packed up and headed down.  

In so many ways the trip down is more beautiful than the trip up.  The entire ridge is visible as you descend the summit cone, breathing is much easier and post-summit euphoria sets in. 

We took our time getting to the saddle, taking lots of photos and....just lingering.  Below the saddle we caught up with our new friends we'd met at the summit - two NAU students - and we all moseyed down the trail back to the car, getting down by 4 pm.  The four of us wound up at Mother Road for pizza and beer.

The rocky terrain of that last mile to Humphreys Peak reminded me more of Kings Peak, Utah (see previous report) than Mt. Elbert, Colorado (see previous report). Arizona proudly displays her individuality  -  this is a great hike in a beautiful area!







Sunday, August 20, 2017

TableTop Mountain (ADK 19/46), New York, August 12, 2017

Table Top Mountain (4,427') via Van Hoevenberg Trail (61) and Herd path , 8/12/2017.

Mileage:  10ish miles (RT)

Elevation gain: 2,659'

Trailhead: The Van Hoevenberg trailhead is located at the ADK/HPIC parking lot (at the end of Adirondack Loj Rd, Lake Placid). There is a fee for parking. 

Hiked BMS today (by myself). This is the third 4k+ hike I've done solo and I admit the thought of navigating an "unmaintained" trail alone concerned me (conjuring memories of recent bushwhacks to New England peaks).  Friends who've hiked Table Top assured me this is no bushwhack and I could not POSSIBLY get lost.  

Still, I brought my GPS complete with a downloaded track, and of course I always bring a compass and map. If all attempts to stay on trail fail I could simply walk west and eventually get back on the Van Hoevenberg trail. 

Since thunderstorms were predicted starting around noon I got an early start, arriving at the HPIC parking at about 6:40. On the drive there I could see that the peaks were socked in so I didn't expect much of a view on the summit. 

After signing in I sailed up the path, with just a few backpackers and a couple who thought they were on their way to the summit of Street and Nye. 




On the way to Marcy Dam I encountered tape across the trail, with a reroute to the right.


This reroute is so muddy and slippery. Too much use of the area has resulted in many bare downward roots - easy to slip. It's really an ugly mess.



Nasty slippery roots.

Back on the main trail I arrived at Marcy Dam, went left and over the bridge.

Follow the signs to Mt. Marcy and Indian Falls.




I registered at the outpost, figured if it came down to someone trying to find my lifeless body in the middle of nowhere they'd know I made it this far.


After the outpost I didn't see a soul for quite a stretch.  The woods were peaceful though, not a breath of wind - it was nice.  I figured I could hike at a leisurely pace, stop if I wanted to - no pressure - but the forecast didn't look great for the afternoon so I picked up the pace.



The trail skirts the brook.  At one point I heard a thundering noise, a low, throaty sound. At first I thought it was a plane overhead but soon realized it was just to my right, in Phelps Brook. I'd check out that noise on the way back.

Not a bad little path for a morning walk.

I came upon two women resting at the Phelps Mountain junction.  They were going to Table Top too.  Always good news to know that others are headed your way.  I told them I'd see them up there and continued on (I never saw them again).

Unless you plan on doing Phelps first, stay right.

The trail turns right and I just followed the signs.  


Deep, dark, rocky.

A ways up the trail there's this lone sign: "Indian Falls." I knew if I reach Indian Falls I've gone too far and given distance I'd already traveled, the sign to Table Top had to be coming up soon. Pretty certain I didn't miss any signs or trail markers, I headed in that direction and within a few minutes reached the TableTop sign.

This is also the way to Marcy and Table Top.

Yup it's hard to miss. I stared at the unmaintained trail - herd path. It was wet, rooty, looked like a walkaround.  


Ew, I'm going up THERE? :)


I set a waypoint in my GPS and looked at the downloaded track. It read .75 miles to the summit. At first I walked slowly, turning around often so I could see what the trail will look like on the way down.


Yes, still on the trail.

This too. This is the trail.....

After a while turning around wasn't necessary - the path is very easy to follow - both ways thanks to gullies.

Heavy rains washed the earth out of this path.

There are some slabs going up but it never gets steep. And, there are a few walkarounds in the path but overall it's very tame going.




The mud and dark earth stayed with me the whole trip; everything's wet and mossy.

As I rise the trees get shorter and I was able to see the clouds lifting and soft muted detail of the distant peaks (GPS indicates elevation gain is 800' from the cutoff).





Just below the summit the path levels out and the trees close in.


There are two flat areas sporting pools of mud just below the summit.  They are VERY deceiving, much deeper than they want you to think.  There are a few sticks laid across to keep you out of the mud but I didn't trust them.  I stepped and went in  - down about 6" -  retrieving a boot of glimmery brown!

Just there waiting to suck my boot in!



The trees started rustling - summit wind, I knew I was close. I saw an open spot ahead and the summit sign on the left, with a viewing area straight ahead.



Hard to see here but there are nice views of Mt. Marcy.

It was chilly especially in wet, sweaty clothing so I didn't stay long. I took a few photos and headed back down. After being especially careful around those two mud pits and the million bare roots on this path, descending got easier and I got back to the cutoff very quickly. On my way down I saw several groups heading up.

Back on the Van Hoevenberg trail, I fell into that leisurely pace I'd hoped for.  I figured I was close enough to getting back before any storm; the pressure was off. Besides, I was deep under tree cover and could see a clear blue sky.

I heard that low rumbling noise again so I decided to check it out.  


Water from the brook was fighting to get down this one big crack between two slabs causing it to rush and bubble.  I watched it for a while, then headed down, crossing the brook before the high water bridge.


I chatted with others way too much and for too long at the dam, then moseyed down to the parking lot and back to my car.

I got back to the inn caked in mud and feel genuinely sorry for whoever cleans the showers! But looking back it was a good hike, peaceful and quiet, and it never did rain on me!

View from Adirondack Loj Road.