Archive for October, 2012

May 21 – Day 1 – DEC Camp
Arrived early. Spotted many trees known to me; White Pine, Paper Birch, Bigtooth Aspen, Quacking Aspen, Eastern Hemlock, Northern Red Oak, Spruce, etc.

In the lake I saw a mother duck with her ducklings, and along the shore there was a bird similar in markings to a Tree Sparrow, but bigger and with the under markings of a Common Flicker. I hope to figure him out…

There are whispers now of coming rain. I see the wind in the Aspens, shivering through the leaves.

The bluets here are still in full bloom, and there are many swamp buttercups. Also, I believe the bird to have been a Kingfisher.


It has been a long first day of training. Makes the wilderness that awaits that much more attractive. The longer they keep me couped up the more prepared I feel to get out there.


I knew there’d be rain. We had a little mist and then it all came down. There was a calm when I walked down to the lake to watch the loons, and a Song Sparrow. You could see the drops start along the far side to the south, slowly creeping forward. It reached me, bringing with it the fresh piney scent. It was a good clean rain, falling in the fresh crisp air. The robins seemed hardly bothered, as they searched out the worms brought to the surface.

May 22nd – Day 2

Rain. Must’ve started in the early morning. The pressure in my wrist is relieved. Its a steady rain. A good long drink for the plants.

Another day of training after this, then they’ll be turning me loose. I know these things are about networking, but my talents have never included networking. I truly can’t wait to get into the field. That is where I prove my usefulness.

May 23rd – Day 3

Last day of training. Learned a few good things. Finally a clear day, and some practical knowledge to boot.

When the day was up, I went out in search of the “grandmother tree.” A majestic White Pine, 150 feet tall and about 325 years old. When at last I found her, she was a glorious sight to behold. A long time I strained my neck, searching the canopy for her peak, which I could not, from the ground, see easily.

On my return walk, I decided to skirt the circumference of the lake. It is a good sized lake. Along my trek I kicked up a red squirrel, who wasted little time in letting me know, as he shot up the tree and scolded me relentlessly until I had passed.

Long I sat by the lake, till the first stars came out, and I was happy to be leaving for what I’ve heard called the only “real” wilderness left in the Adirondacks. I cannot wait to behold it in all its glory, alone.

May 28th – West Canada Lakes Wilderness

I’ve been whoopin myself pretty good, hiking in from Moose River Plains. Its a long ways, and a load of gear to hump in. A few considerations, anything you can get with loppers, you can get better with a saw. Ditch the foam sleeping pad. More weight than its worth. Get down to basics. A hatchet and a saw will do.

Its nearing 1pm, and I’m near beat. There is a lot of blow down from the hurricane last year. Wouldn’t be a bad idea to get it out of the way this summer. Some places it clogs up the trail, all the way into the Cedar River so far.

Still have many miles to make before dusk. Got to get a move on.

Hopefully I will be accompanied more by the Tiger Swallowtail Butterflies than by the black flies. There is so much inaccessible beauty here. Much yet to see.











May 27th

Indescribable beauty, as the fog rolls off the Cedar Lakes, in front of lean-to #2. Got a long haul today. Trying to beat the storms.

About 7am I cut my way through some blow down, about five miles out of camp. Took about an hour of chopping and sawing.











May 28th – Snowy Mountain

Thunderstorm warning lifted until tomorrow. I summitted Snowy Mountain in the afternoon. It was a challenging climb, all mud and flowing water down the middle of the trail. Must’ve been 1,00 feet up in the last mile, with some stretches so far inclined that I was forced to climb with both hands on the rocks.

Most of the trees this high are Spruce and Hemlock. Here and there I see a Paper Birch. On the hike in I startled a Ruffed Grouse, and she went running off into the woods. I must find out if many Warblers summer in the Adirondacks. I am yet to see any, nor have I seen many hawks.

Despite the fairly narrow selection of birds and trees, one cannot slight the scenery. From the summit, looking east, all of Indian Lake is visible below me. Across her, I see Moose Mountain and Kunjamunk Mountain. Above them is Crotched Pond Mountain and Baldface Mountain. Down the west side you can see Buell and Buck Mountains, and running in the valley below, the Little Squaw Brook.

I started down again in the late afternoon, pleased I had suffered through the climb and the flies.


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