Mileage: 8.6 miles (lollipop loop)
Elevation Gain: 2,600' ish
Trailhead: Route 49 toward Waterville Valley. Take a right less than a mile before Tripoli Road. The parking lot is straight ahead. The Drakes Brook Trail trailhead is a short walk up a x-c ski run, located to the left of the lot.
This is the third time I've hiked to Sandwich, latest being two years ago (see previous report). Rich and I were looking for a good first-of-the-season hike, easy going with some elevation gain.
We decided to hike up Drakes Brook Trail and down Sandwich Mountain trail, our decision based upon recent reports that the Sandwich Mountain trail's water crossing was high and pretty tough to negotiate. (We preferred to deal with a barefoot crossing at the end rather than at the beginning.)
Well, it was a good plan but the Drakes Brook water crossing was also very high (snow melt and recent rain). We scouted upstream for possible rock hopping but nothing looked promising and neither of us wanted to deal with wet boots so early on. Rich wanted to forget this trail and go back to the Sandwich Mountain trail but I finally convinced him that this was the way to go and off came our boots and socks.
The water was cold and swift and but the rocks are fairly smooth and we got to the other side without problem.
Drakes Brook trail is devoid of blazes or cairns. The easy path is obvious in most places; real elevation gain comes just before the trail junction. Remnants of snow and ice appeared as we ascended. Rich was certain we'd have to cross the river again but only once did we find ourselves at the shore and here the path turns a rocky right, tightly skirting the edge. Then back into the woods.
At the Sandwich Mountain trail junction we did a fast jaunt up to Jennings Peak for lunch. It was sunny with calm winds; the view is wonderful. (It's been a really long time since I lingered at a summit!)
|View from Jennings Peak|
The snow deepened, to about 10 inches. (We are SO OVER snow!)
|Soft snow; will be gone after the next warm spell.|
|Steeper than I remembered.|
Up another rocky ledge and suddenly I heard something. Looking up I saw a large beaver in the middle of the trail, growling and snorting. No amount of "shoo!" or sticks clacking or branches thrown would get him to move. We'd get closer and he'd growl and stand his ground. We'd retreat. We blew our whistles. Nothing. Threw almonds to him - he was no gray jay! This went on for fifteen minutes!
What to do what to do.... There was no bushwhacking around him on this particular area (just above Noon Peak) and what was a BEAVER doing this high up anyway? No ponds were nearby. Was he sick?
We headed back up the trail, out of sight and waited. If he didn't leave, doubling back would be the only option. The afternoon was waning and I didn't relish going back up and then down Drakes Brook trail - all because of a beaver no less!
We decided to try again to get by that section of trail. I made Rich go first this time - we'd already established that our friend did not like me.
Thankfully, the beaver was nowhere in sight. Not sure if he'd moved on (he was probably just hiding, waiting for me). We walked quickly past the area, yelling and clacking our sticks and looking like total fools.
|Later we'd find out a beaver killed a man in Belarus -just for taking its picture. Of course he DID try to pick it up!|
Just before reaching the trailhead we got to the water crossing in the reports. This was quite a raging river, so much so that we unbuckled our packs before crossing and used our poles to stabilize cold bare feet through the deep rushing water.
Back at the car it occurred to me that we were totally unprepared for our exchange with a wild animal. We expect and look out for crashing and snorting - bears, moose and such - but this guy, though big for a beaver (tail must've been 2 feet long) was small in stature and big on intimidation. Space cured all of our uneasiness and we went our separate ways without incident.