Slide Mountain – Tallest in Catskills

Sometimes you simply need a workout or in my case a mountain to kick your metaphorical arse.  To remove the cobwebs that hinder our thinking and give clarity to a foggy world.  So, when I had to choose what my next mountain would be, I chose Slide Mountain, the tallest mountain in the Catskills, aptly thinking that it would kick my ass in the process.

Let’s get the particulars out of the way first.  Slide Mountain sits at 4190′ making it the tallest mountain in the Catskills.  This is the 7th of the Catskill 3500s I do and even though it was the tallest.  It turned out to be the easiest of the bunch thus far.

When I got to the parking lot that day, I was the only car there. So I would have Slide all to myself, and I did.  Apparently, there use to be a fire tower atop Slide. That would have been a sight back then, a tower atop the tallest mountain.  Alas, it’s no longer there. This meant that after a quick climb the trail was pretty much the fireroad that allowed vehicles to get to said tower.  I opted to make it a little bit more difficult for myself and veered off the fireroad into a trail less traveled.  The fireroad is actually the Cornell/Wittenberg/Slide Red marked trail, I would come down that way later on.  I walked another mile up and took the Blue trail that that affords more of a hike with a couple of great viewpoints along the way.   You also get to see an amazing natural spring, where the water is literally just sipping out of every orifice the mountain has to offer.  The ground in the area is very mushy, and the sound of running water simply reverberates the entire area.  You should definitely see the video.


The reason to take the blue trail instead of the easier and quicker red trail is to get an actual workout and get the feeling that you are hiking instead of walking up a fireroad.  Also, for the spring mentioned above and two viewpoints not available on the Red Trail aka the fireroad.  The first viewpoint affords some great views of Table Mountain.  You also get to see some amazing colors mainly a reddish hue marking the ever changing foliage of the Catskills as autumn gets into the swing of things.  The second, a clear cut view of Table again, as well as Lone and Rocky Mountains.  Here are those two viewpoints.



Eventually, the Blue Trail reconnects with the Red trail and the aforementioned fireroad which will lead us to the Top of Slide.  Before arriving to Slide though, you get to what the NY/NJ Trail Conference says is the best view in the Catskills.  I may have to disagree, but it is quite amazing.  You tell me:


Another quarter mile or so, and we arrive at the top of Slide Mountain.  At this point the elevation gain was maybe 1800′, yet I was standing at 4190′ above sea level.

After contemplating the height of my being at the moment.  I pushed through past Slide to an overlook another quarter mile ahead.  Here, you get to see Cornell and Wittenberg in the distance with the Ashokan Reservoir just past it.  This is where I decided to sit and rest and enjoy the view while snacking on something.  The video does this point here more justice.


At this point, I still feel like I needed a work out.  I had only done about 1800′ of elevation gain.  So, I kept going to try and find another natural spring that was suppose to be a half mile past and what a half mile it was.  I started to descend at a pace that was scary, since I knew I would have to climb back up later.  Some points where so steep they put in some really steep stairs to assist.


If I kept going a couple of more miles on this trail,  I would have gotten to Cornell, followed by Wittenberg.   After hiking close to 3/4’s of a mile without finding the spring, I turned around and climbed what I had just descended.  A total of about 500ft in 3/4’s of a mile.  Talk about a nice workout.  I sat on the ledge right past Slide again and just enjoyed the peaceness of being at this point, at this time, without another soul in sight.  On a side note.  The author John Burroughs apparently introduced the world to slide mountain and he used to come up here to think and write. There is even a plaque in his honor on that ledge.


The way down was quick and uneventful.  I took the fire road down and the descent was quick and almost a trot.  In the end, the hike did exactly what it was suppose to do.  It gave me a spec of clarity when I most needed it, which is always welcomed.  I have not been back on the mountain for a serious hike since this one and I miss it along with the reflection.  Cuba and random weekends got in the way.  I will get back to it now that the temperatures are dropping and I am done with training for the Queens half marathon.  Nothing better than winter hiking to warm a cold world.

For a full gallery of photos and videos CLICK HERE.

I will end this with three quotes from the guy that found the mountain and used it as a haven to read/write/reflect

“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order” (Burroughs)

“A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.” (Burroughs)

“The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.” (Burroughs)

Mount Katahdin – Baxter State Park

Certain things in life cannot be explained, they have to be experienced. If you asked a sky diver what is it like? They will tell you it was thrilling but words cannot describe the thrill and the excitement the few seconds before you jump out of that plane.

The trip to Katahdin should be classified in the same manner. It cannot be quantified with mere words and I cannot begin to express the feelings that the largest section of wilderness in Maine encompass. If you have hiked with any consistency, you will eventually hear of the Appalachian Trail, and you will hear of its 2169 miles (miles vary depending on your source) from Springer Mountain in Georgia to Mount Katahdin in Maine. My fascination with the AT came after reading AWOL on the Appalachian Trail by David Miller.  Just recently I also started reading A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson which is turning out to be an amazing an insightful read into the history of the Appalachian Trail as he attempts to traverse it.

This trip brought many firsts for me, and I would like to thank my hiking partners whom you will see scattered through the pictures.  They were Chad, Sarah and Stephen.  They took this journey with me and made it a memorable experience that I will not soon forget since this trip brought firsts like camping and partaking in a hike of this magnitude to name just two.

The drive to Katahdin was a grueling 9 hours from NY, and the thought that I drove 9 hours simply to hike, hints at the craziness and dedication I have towards the best mental health partner I have, a big honking and intimidating mountain.  I drove the first 3.5 hours alone up to the meetup point where the gear was consolidated and the rest of the trip was completed.  This was by far the furthest north I have ever been in my life and the expanse that is Maine when you get up past Portland and then Bangor is immense.

I won’t bore you with the camping details, since camping can be done pretty much anywhere.  Since it was my first time, here’s what our campsite looked liked.

Campsite Before
Tent After Set Up

Once at the campsite we found out that in order to get into the park you had to reserve a parking space.  No one did this, luckily they accept a number of walk ins per parking lot per day.  The lot we needed to be in, only accepted 7 walk ins per day.  So, we went to bed at the crack of dawn, to wake up at 3:30AM and queue up at the entrance to the park to ensure our 9 hour drive was not in vain.   Upon arriving at the entrance to the park, we were the 5th car in line at close to 4AM.  FIFTH.

Let me stop here and tell you that this was worth it for one simple reason, the sky.  It was a perfectly clear day and I have never in my life seen the stars the way I did this day.  At the entrance to Baxter State Park, there was absolutely no light pollution of any kind and the stars shined so brightly they looked like sparkling christmas lights.  I can’t fathom a way explain it, suffice it to say that even though I was dead tired, I just stood there mesmerized.  Part of me wishing I was already 5269′ up in the air atop of Baxter Peak seeing it from even closer.

Since we were the fifth car in the queue we were able to get in, and take the 20 minute drive from the entrance to the parking lot.  The original plan was to park at the Roaring Brook campground and we did, so we started on the right foot.  The luck ended there.  We planned well for our hike, unfortunately as the saying goes, even the best laid plans do not survive contact with the enemy.  Our plans did not survive.

We started up the Chimney Pond Trail and of the hike started very moderate, alongside Roaring Brook.  The air was chilly, check that, it was outright cold with terrible gusting winds.  After the first two miles and 1000′ of elevation gain, we came upon Basin Pond.  It’s a beautiful sight to see a body of water like this so high up on the mountain.  It’s an even more amazing sight with Katahdin in the backdrop, with its peaks covered in dense cloudy fog.

Basin Pond

We stood here for a bit, but the wind and the cold made it difficult to just stop and awe at this specific point.  The trails so far were amazingly kept, with the harder areas nicely covered as such… Look at the glaze of clouds at the top of of the peak again in the background.  If you were to just base the hike on the picture below, you’d say it was a walk in the park.

Stephen en route to Chimney Pond

The Chimney Pond Trail brought us to the Chimney Pond Campground alongside, wait for it…………………….




……………………….Chimney Pond.  This campground consisted of mainly lean to’s and sits at almost 3000′.  The nights here are cold as well as the days.  The people I spoke to that stayed there, told me the evening temperatures were in the mid 20’s in the middle of SUMMER.  After a quick break and a snack we got up to take a look at the beautiful Chimney Pond before doing our planned hike up the Dudley Trail.

Chimney Pond

After enjoying the beauty of Chimney Pond situated 2914′ above sea level and 1700′ of elevation gain.  We head off to find the start of the Dudley Trail, here a ranger stops us and asks about our plans.  When we tell her, she says, NOPE, not happening. Here’s what you can do… Every plan we made to tackle this mountain went out the window right here.  The Dudley Trail suffered a rock slide and was permanently closed.  Oddly enough, while I was distraught at the time, this was the best thing that could have happened to us.

At this point we had two options.  We can either take the short/quick Cathedral Trail which was treacherous by Katahdin standards or the Saddle Trail which was just bad.  I pushed hard for the Cathedral Trail and thank god I was outvoted.  The Saddle Trail was hard enough!  The first mile of the Saddle Trail called for over 1400ft of elevation gain in one stinking mile.  The last part of it was loose shell and rock with the small summit so close yet so far.  Pictures can’t provide the depth of perception that it is to look up and realize you might just as well be going STRAIGHT up.

Chad coming up Saddle Trail

The top though, that top is worth it, and it’s not even the peak, but this flat expanse gives you an amazing 360 degree view of what you are dealing with at 4400′.

Me taking a Panoramic Shot of Stephen taking a Panoramic Shot

I don’t think any picture can appropriately capture this.  At this point everyone in the group was still fairly sure that the hike was simple thus far and not the worst ever, not the most beautiful ever.  Here Chad made a comment in regards to an amazing hike he did in Colorado which was harder.  We all made stupid comments which right now, I can say were all categorically false and us simple blowing smoke up our own asses.

The end was in sight though.  You could feel the excitement as we traversed this snow encrusted ridge.  Wait what, YES, it snowed the day before and there was quite a bit of snow up there.  The next mile, took us through the amazing Ridge, climbing the final 900′ or so to the top of Baxter Peak aka Katahdin!

Upon arriving at Baxter Peak and seeing Knife’s Edge we questioned looking at it if that was the actual trail and if so, how could it be.  It can’t be the trail.  No it’s not.  They would not do that, that looks well… No, No, No.  The reason we wanted to take the Dudley Trail was to tackle Knife’s Edge on fresh legs, we did NOT do this and dammit this is why.  How can a trail inspire so much fear just by the sight of it.

Let’s put a pin on this:  Here is Katahdin!

Baxter Peak Group Shot
Baxter Peak Solo Shot
Views from Baxter Peak

Ok., now look at Knife’s Edge!!! It’s 1.1 Miles from Baxter Peak at 5267′ to Pamola Peak at 4902′.  That 1.1 Miles took us 3 hours to traverse.  Along the way you have clear goals, South Peak is the easiest to get to, then Chimney Peak and finally Pamola.  With some sections a mere 3 feet wide and a 5000′ drop on either side.  Seriously, I have never in my life been as scared, or questioned my choices as hard as I did at this point.  I would never do Katahdin without doing Knife’s Edge, so I think I may never do Katahdin again.  There were points in this traverse that I questioned my sanity, my manhood, my abilities and my belief in a higher being.

Knife Edge Seen from Baxter Peak
Knife Edge en route – Sarah

So the worst part is that as you are nearing Pamola you hit a point where you are like, it can’t get worst than this.  It’s impossible, this must be over.  I don’t know how many times I told this to myself.  This has to be the worst, but this fucking mountain kept saying, worst, HA!… Hold my beer let me show you THIS:

Knife Edge – Trail, what trail… it’s just rocks!

or this

The Start of Knife – South Peak on the Right!

or this

Descending Chimney Peak – Knife Edge

The final blow was the picture above, where, you see Pamola at the end, and Chimney right before it.  Yet, it’s not until you get to Chimney that you realize that you have to descend I really can’t say how many feet STRAIGHT DOWN, just to reclimb them to reach Pamola.  Mind you., I was afraid to take pictures of even worst areas for fear that I would, well, die if I got myself distracted.  Knife’s Edge cannot be explained or shown.  It needs to be experienced, if you think you have been scared. Imagine being stuck trying to get down, not knowing how.  Imagine trying to get down, where even though you are testing the waters trying to figure out where to step and how, a mistake is a drop that will not end in broken anything, it will end in DEATH.  At one point in that final picture Stephen and I are looking at Chad being coached by Sarah on the best way to come down, and with the most serious face in the world and in a totally earnest manner.  Stephen looks at me and says “I don’t think Chad is gonna make it”.  We can laugh about this now, but at the moment you start questioning, WTF are we gonna do if he can’t!  Chad would later state that had we been able to take the Dudley trail instead, he would have turned around at the start of Knife’s Edge, because from this side it looks even worst than from Baxter Peak.  So., leaving the worst for last worked for us here, if not, we would have lost Chad real early in the hike.

Seriously, This Picture Highlights our phone obsession – credit Stephen for the pic

At this point, we are sitting atop Pamola Peak (everyone on their phones) and took the Helon Taylor Trail to get back to our car and complete the loop.  I jokingly pointed out that it should be a cake walk from here on out.  I failed to realize that we would be descending 3700′ or so in a mere 2.7 miles.

Starting the final leg – Helon Taylor Trail

As you can see from that picture, it looks simple, yet it was not.  It’s a lot of elevation to lose in very little time.  I would have definitely preferred if we did not lose that much so quickly.  After a while, you wonder how much more can you go down.  The views here were phenomenal but it seriously felt like we would never stop descending.

We finally made it back to the Roaring Brook parking lot after having hiked 12 miles in a little over 10 hours.  3 of those hours used to traverse a tiny 1.1 stretch called Knife’s Edge.

The best part was that we knew we were going back to the campground to a pig roast of epic proportions.  I could not wait to eat and recover at least a little bit of the 5000 active calories burned in this juggernaut of a hike.  Any semblance of idea I once had to become a thru hiker and doing the entirety of the Appalachian Trail went out the window with this hike.  During the pig roast we met a thru hiker that had just finished the Appalachian Trail and in the past years also completed the Pacific Crest Trail and the Continental Divide Trail.  He said that while the AT is the most historic of the trails, being the first of its kind in the US.  The Pacific Crest is the most beautiful of the three and the Continental the hardest.

We all crashed bright and early afterward with plans to have a whole day of activities the following day.  We wanted to do so much, in the end after a hearty breakfast at a quaint diner that tailored to hikers.  We decided to hike another 6 or so miles to see some beautiful waterfalls.  I know TLC always said to not chase waterfalls, but we could not help it.

We started our journey with Katahdin Falls located on the famous AT.  At no point in our hike the previous day did we set foot on the AT, so it was nice to traverse it now even if just for a few miles to see the falls.  The Hunt Trail from the base of Baxter Park takes you all the way to Katahdin Falls and continues to the peak, it’s the route used by the AT.

Katahdin Falls on the AT

Katahdin Falls was followed by another 3 miles or so to see Big Niagara and Little Niagara along another stretch of the AT a little south of Katahdin Falls.

Little Niagara

Little Niagara on the AT

Big Niagara

Big Niagara on the AT

We actually jumped into the water in Big Niagara, well Stephen, Sarah and I did.   It was a bit on the nippy side for Chad so he just sat on a rock and ignored the idiots jumping into 50+ degree water in 60 degree weather.  He was definitely the smart one in the group!

From left to right, Me, Sarah and Stephen
Chad waiting for the crazy people to stop swimming!

The only thing that could have made this weekend better would have been a Moose sighting, trust me, we looked.  We drove and walked so much in search of one that I think we should have seen one out of the pure will of our desire.  Alas, we did not.  Maybe next time.

This wraps up the trip., and what a trip it was.   if you want to see all the pictures and videos, just CLICK HERE for the full album.  Katahdin is one of those places you should definitely visit at some point in your life.  Even if you don’t risk it and do Knife’s Edge.  It’s worth the trip for everything else.  If you can, make sure and book the trip at least 4 months in advance so you can get a camp site or cabin in the park, and make it more than just a weekend.  I could fill a whole week of outdoor fun without ever leaving Baxter State Park!


Mental Health Hiking…

There are times when I feel like I need a disconnect.  Hiking to me is more than just a workout or the never ending search for that perfect view point.  It’s about getting out there and using the time to think/reflect/decide what to do next, what road to travel.   Introduce an old friend and a combination of Alander Mountain, Bash Bish Falls and the quaint little town of Barrington Massachusetts,  home to the Great Barrington river and you have what turned out to be a perfect day of reflection, friendship and mental health.

We started the day with Alander Mountain, we accorded to meet a 10AM.  Unfortunately, Hector did not arrive till 11AM, not his fault since I should have told him to make sure and have an offline version of maps since the area is not cell phone friendly.  Luckily, he made it and found the place, not sure how, so I am glad he is a smart dude.  Alander was/is a very simple hike, other than the length, it’s a simple 1200′ ascent to a beautiful mountaintop that offers close to 360 degree views.

On the way up to the mountain we ran into a cabin that belonged in a horror movie from the 80’s.  I knew the cabin would be there, yet knowing it would be there and seeing it in person are two very different things.  We made a stupid video entering the cabin because it did have that crappy horror movie, we are gonna die when we enter vibe coming from it.  Entering the Cabin Video

Shortly after the cabin and a quick ascent we came to the top of the Alander, it really is a sight to see.  The top of the mountain is a wide expanse of beauty.  There really is not a bad place to stand and awe at the beauty that is this great state of NY.  Let me show you instead.  Here is a video if you want a full view.



A quick jaunt down and we headed to the nearby town of Barrington Massachusetts and oh my was it quaint.  Turns out that Hector loves this town and visits it often with his family.  We walked around so he could show me the town and had burgers and ice cream, mental health can’t be health without ice cream.  It’s a main ingredient that cannot be forgotten.

The reason for Barrington though, was the Barrington River which has a couple of swimming holes.  We parked on the side of the road and headed down river for a good place to jump.  All this while having some amazing conversation with Hector, it was the first time we had this much time in years and it alone was worth the trip.  The Barrington River, excuse me, the Great Barrington River did not offer any real deep swimming holes, the 3 or so we found were all 4-5 feet deep, but the water was crystal clear and refreshing and sometimes that is all you need.  Had the air temp been warmer, it would have been utterly refreshing.


There was a second part of the Great Barrington we were suppose to visit, unfortunately access was no longer available so we headed to the final stop of the day, Bash Bish Falls.

Mind you, this whole day was really spent in three states, as all our happenings were in the borders between NY, CT and MA.  Bash Bish is half in MA and half in NY.  We parked in the MA side and headed down to the falls.  Swimming is strictly prohibited in these falls, but the water is so beautiful and crisp it’s hard not to take a quick plunge.  Just look at this!IMG_1605

If that picture does not say swim, I am really not sure what does…

The day did exactly what it needed to do, give me certainty on my current path and provided a great bonding moment with an old and dear friend.

If you want to see the rest of the picture and some great videos of the day, including the shack one, head over to the gallery for the day.

Alander Mountain – Great Barrington – Bash Bish

Wittenberg and Cornell Mountains

I was very excited about Wittenberg, one of my favorite websites called it the best view in the Catskills but a difficult, difficult climb.  Wittenberg sits at 3780′ and Cornell sits at 3860′.  This is not a simple jaunt that also included the infamous Cornell Crack

Cornell Crack

I started this hike the day after my son’s 14th birthday party which went a bit late, so I was on very little sleep.  The ride to the hike took me alongside Esopus Creek with very picturesque view of the Catskills on my left hand side as I drove.

Arriving at the place, there was a $6 fee for parking but no one in the area to actually charge the money.  If you go in the future, drive up a little further to the office for the park about another quarter mile further up the road.  I wound up paying after the hike, please don’t just park and leave.

The hike started with force and will behind it, as soon as you cut through some of the camping sites you find yourself with a nice wooden bridge crossing this stream:

Stream at the Start!
Stream at the Start!

Towards the end of the hike, the bridge over this stream would be the thing I long to see the most.  The hike really threw a curve at you in its unabating intensity and difficulty .

As you climb, which is intensive and brutal.  I remembered something Hike the Hudson Valley said referencing to his wife “She enjoys a good casual day hike, but the word “casual” should never be applied to a climb of Wittenberg, unless you’re discussing the dress code. (And even then, it should probably be something more like “casual synthetic chic” or “wilderness casual.”)”

One of the things I enjoying the most about the Catskills though are the rock formations similar to the Cornell Crack that pop up here and there along the hike.  Where you simply have to take a step back and ponder how best to tackle them.  As you arrive to the top of Wittenberg you get a sense that something big is coming.  Right along the 2500-2700′ mark you start seeing spots of a view on your left as you ascend.  As you get to the illustrious over 3500′ marker this trail becomes very anti Catskills.  Of all the hikes I have done so far in the Catskills the top of the mountain is usually very wooded, and the only way to know you are reaching the top is your GPS.  This hike was different, as you reach the top you see faint traces of a clearing and the actual summit hits you hard.

Look at this, this is the most beautiful view I have seen in the Catskills to date and I hope many more like it.

Top of Wittenberg Panoramic
Top of Wittenberg Pano 2
Top of Wittenberg

I truly did not want to leave this place.  It was one of the most serene places I have been in a while.   There was a small group there with me, luckily they were almost done and after a bit, I had this piece of heaven on earth all to myself.  I layed down on the ledge and just contemplated it all…

Alas, Cornell Mountain awaited a bit further down.  Just FYI, the best part about continuing to Cornell is the crack.  Once you arrive it will take a few minutes just to orient yourself.  Above I posted a picture from the bottom of the crack.  The amazement of it all, is that once you climb it, you question how the hell will I get down.  Let’s not overthink that though, I obviously made it since I am typing these words.

The top of Cornell was lacking, but only because Wittenberg was so majestic.

As a headed back down, there was another view of the Shokan Reservoir through a set of trees.

Shokan Through the Trees

On the way back, the Cornell Crack stumped me yet again, but I was able to descend it without falling to my eventual death.

Regardless., if you need to do any of the Catskill Hikes, this should be at the top of your list!!!  It was a great workout and the view was just amazing.



Peekamoose and Table Mountains

I think the first four mountains I have officially done have all been done because something about them is known to me.  With the last two, it was because I wanted to do Indian Head in the Adirondacks and settled for the one close to home in the Catskills.  For this weeks iteration, it was Peekamoose Blue Hole, a wonderful swimming hole high up Rondout Creek.  I visited the Blue Hole years ago for the first time on one hot hot hot day.  I think the temperature was mid 90’s when I left home, and upon arriving at the hole an hour later, it was low 70’s, and the water I think was somewhere in the 50’s (I doubt it’s ever higher than that).  It’s like a refreshing dip into a water basin in the freezer.  See the video below.  I hate to start with a PSA, but, what I found at this little piece of heaven was a mess, discarded food containers and beer bottles.  Please take care of the places you visit, if it fit in your car to bring it, it will fit after as well.

Now on to the Mountains.  I got here early and I was literally the only car in the parking lot.  So it was a solitary climb, I started off on the Peekamoose-Table Trail on the Peekamoose side because I wanted to take a dip in that hole at the end of the hike.  This was the wrong plan, but you live and you learn.  I will say more about that later.  The hike started off with no reprieve whatsoever, no easy stroll to start, it just said let’s climb bitches and if you can’t handle this start, then what the hell are you doing here.  Turn around chump, turn around now, you still have time.  Yet, I didn’t listen to the mountain and chugged on.  Like a chump or a champ, I don’t know…

The terrain in this hike was interesting, there were a couple of these maze type events where you are trying to figure out how to traverse the mazes that these rocks seem to form:

Now., when I hike alone I hike with headphones, one on one off if I am listening to a book, and dangling at times if I am listening to music.  I usually don’t pay attention to anything but my surroundings.  I look at the floor and pound away, not a care in the world, occasionally looking up for my markers to tell me I am in the right direction, or look at the offline trail map on my phone to see my elevation or see where I am in correlation with where I want to be.   Walk, Climb, and continuously pound my feet into the ground, every step closer to whatever summit I’m headed for.  Chipping away at elevation as I go along.  That being said, at the start of this hike I was about 1/3 into Stephen King’s IT… Not the right book to be listening to as I climb in the wee hours of the morning all alone.  The day before I also led a group hike for my CrossFit (The North) gym where I detailed my encounters with Black Bears and Snakes on the trails.  I was asked how I managed and the truth was, I don’t think about it.  If it happens, I react when it happens.  Sometimes like a scared little pansy others in a calm and collected manner.  Today I was aware of everything.  Not sure if it was because of IT, or if it was because of the conversation the day before, but I was reacting to every noise and movement in the trees.

At one point, I hear a quick fluttering.  Then I hear it again but closer.  I stop, and I am not ashamed that I was asking myself, what the fuck am I doing here all alone.  I hear the fluttering a third time and see something running STRAIGHT for me, fast too, like WTF am I looking at here?   I see it’s a squirrel and it’s coming right at me.  My only reaction was to jump straight back and clap really really hard.  I mean hard enough that my hands hurt.  My mind must have thought it was a bear, but no cause with a bear you make loud noises and step back in a calm manner.  I literally jumped off my skin and the fucking squirrel just ran in between my legs.  At this point.  All I could do was laugh at myself, at the situation and at the fear.  I actually stopped paying attention at that point and started enjoying my hike a bit more.  I was reaching 3400 feet of elevation at this point and I was really starting to wonder where my money shots were.  The two on the map thus far had been lackluster and nothing to write home about.

This trail has also been poorly marked.  When I got to 3800′, just reaching Peekamoose I realized that I never saw the infamous over 3500′ sign I have seen my last couple of hikes of this magnitude.  As I reached the summit of Peekamoose Mountain I realize that the only way I can really tell is that it has flattened out a bit and my GPS says I’m here.  It took me a bit to find the tiny spur trail that got me to the view point for Peekamoose.

What a view!!! Even though it’s a bit choppy, I think I was trying to catch the experience of me coming out into the spur trail and being blindsided by this amazing view.  Here are a couple of pics:

Top of Peekamoose 1
Top of Peekamoose 2

Now., to quickly descent only to climb again up to Table and just now I saw the first sign of civilization.  My first other hikers a nice couple just out on a stroll.  They seem to have come up probably at the same time as me but from the other direction.  The terrain stays the same.  Heavily wooded with not much to see but the trees and the sliver of a trail.  Sometimes lost in other small spurs but trust me, if you go too long without seeing that wonderful blue marker, stop and orient yourself.

As I got to Table all I can say is meh… Don’t get me wrong, I just mean that as I stand on the summit I see nothing else but the same.  Just a little flatter, and after experiencing that with Peekamoose I was hoping for a bit more.  It just means that this hike was more about the trek up here.  Which was as always both fun and arduous at the same time.   After a little decline, I found a small spur trail off to the left where I got the following view.  It says a lot, when these views are not top notch.  I want to be wao’d  and while this was wao, I guess I’m starting to expect bigger wao’s!

Top of Table 1
Top of Table 2

After Table, I ran into two more hikers and asked about three more interesting things I saw on the map that would add about 1.5 more miles to my hike, along with a decent amount of descent I would have to re-climb.  They told me the lean-to was cool and the spring was just a spring, those two would add another .60 or so.  I did not know what a lean-to was, I figured a point where you could lean from a tree or rock or something.  No though, it was just a hut, similar to the ones you see along the Appalachian at certain points.  A spring which was just that a tiny spring of water coming out of the mountain, had I needed water I would have tried it.  I thought it would look creek like, but it did not, it was just a pipe in the side of the mountain allowing the fresh water to spout out.

Lean-To Actual a la AT
Lean-To Past Table Mt

As you can see not much to write home about!  I did get to see the infamous 3500′ sign, meaning I descended over 300′ for these shots.  Ouch!



Well, now the easiest, hardest part… Coming down the mountain.  In this case down and up a few times since I have to ascend back up to Table.  Descend Table then Ascend Peekamoose again… Ufff…

Anyways, I stopped for lunch on the Peekamoose View Point and now for real, headed down!  It’s easy because it’s no longer strenuous and it becomes more of an art form than anything else.  You are coming down fast, yet your legs are jello and your knees are feeling the brunt of every piece of descent as you take it, which makes it hard as fuck.

As I go down, now I start seeing people.  They all ask me the same thing how much longer to the summit, I ask which one.  I explain there are two and let them know I am not really sure.  I recite how long I have been out here and they can try to figure out the rest on their own, my brain is not working to compute time and distance right now.  I keep trekking down, looking forward to the dip in the blue hole that will take me out of commission for the next week with a terrible cold.

When I arrive at the parking lot it is a different sight I see.  It is no longer pristine! The parking lot is packed to the gills, there are park rangers guiding traffic letting people know they cannot park on the side of the road and guiding them to other lots from 1/4 mile to a 1/2 mile in either direction.   You hear the loudness of a Peekamoose Blue Hole filled with people.  I take off my boots and everything else I don’t need and head down to the hole and quickly jump in.  My body is telling me no, it’s actually yelling it at me.  Yet I think, how can I be here and NOT take a dip, it would be sacrilegious.   So I jump in once and the cold hits my body with the weight of a few tons.  I mean it was a SHOCK and a half.  Yet, I want a video and give my iPhone to one of the watchers, cause few are really swimming.  It’s hard to jump into 50 degree water! They shoot this video!

I get out, grab my towel  and shirt… Leave my Beats wireless headphones for some lucky person to find and give the people around me a PSA.  I talk about the state of the hole and how I hope they are not part of the problem and please tell other people to pick up their crap.

As I hit the winding road back home,  I reflect on the mistake of jumping into that water after having burned close to 3000 calories over almost 6 hours of hiking these two summits… Oh well, it’s all part of the experience I would pay for over the next week.

Next up, Wittenberg Mountain and maybe Cornell…

This hike was actually done on July 9th, but the last two weeks have been the end of my Master’s program so I have been concentrating on rewrites of my thesis, I will try to log my thoughts and rants of the next hikes rather quickly instead of this 2 week delay.  I knew it would be a delay so I recorded myself throughout the hike with my thoughts, the recordings were hilarious, specially the one about the squirrel.  FUCK IT., don’t laugh too hard, here’s my squirrel incident recording right after it happened:

‘Till Wittenberg!  Scheduled for July 30th.

Final Stats – Peekamoose/Table

Tracking the Catskill 3500’s

These are the names and elevations of the Catskill 3500 footers. As I complete them I will make them italic and scratch them off. I have no idea how I will tackle the ones that have no trails, I have never bushwhacked before so it should be interesting to say the least. Time will tell.

  2. HUNTER — ELEVATION: 4040′
  7. GRAHAM — ELEVATION: 3868′ (no trail)
  8. DOUBLETOP — ELEVATION: 3860′ (no trail)
  10. TABLE — ELEVATION: 3847′
  12. PLATEAU — ELEVATION: 3840′
  15. SOUTHWEST HUNTER — ELEVATION: 3740′(no trail)
  17. LONE — ELEVATION: 3721′
  18. PANTHER — ELEVATION: 3720′
  20. FRIDAY — ELEVATION: 3694′ (no trail)
  21. RUSK — ELEVATION: 3680′ (no trail)
  23. TWIN — ELEVATION: 3640′
  24. BALSAM CAP — ELEVATION: 3623′ (no trail)
  25. FIR — ELEVATION: 3620′ (no trail)
  26. NORTH DOME — ELEVATION: 3610′ (no trail)
  27. EAGLE — ELEVATION: 3600′
  28. BALSAM — ELEVATION: 3600′
  29. BEARPEN — ELEVATION: 3600′
  31. SHERRILL — ELEVATION: 3540′ (no trail)
  32. HALCOTT — ELEVATION: 3537′(no trail)
  33. VLY — ELEVATION: 3529′(no trail)
  35. ROCKY — ELEVATION: 3508′

Indian Head and Twin Mountains – My first foray into the Catskills

First of all, the title may be a lie, I have been to the Catskills and done little strolls in search of swimming holes, but I have never done a proper hike in the Catskills, this was my first.  Mind you, my first 3000+ foot hike was just recently in the White Mountains so I am new to this level of altitude.

It was never my plan to do this hike. I originally saw this amazing picture of a place called Indian Head:

Indian Head in the Adirondacks

As it turns out though there are two Indian Heads, one in the Adirondacks and another in the Catskills.  My favorite hiking site, Hike the Hudson Valley, had an Indian Head in its roster but when I went to go check it out, it was the Catskills one.  This past weekend I really wanted to sit on that rock and soak in that view and have my own little moment of zen, but the almost 4 hour drive deterred me, instead I did the closer Indian Head which is the reason I’m writing right now.

So, here I am about to undertake two 3500’+ peaks, not knowing that they are part of a greater number of them that are secretly calling my name.  As always the weather was nippy at the start of the hike and what was suppose to be a gorgeous day started off with many clouds and chilly at the base of the mountain.  It amazes me at times that in the middle of summer, I’m carrying around layers, just in case.  The temperatures shift greatly though the more you climb.  The hike started fairly simple, a stroll in the woods and immediately a beautiful rock bridge.

Stone Bridge – Indian Head

The climb was pretty steady, and never anything that was beyond what I expected.  What I did realize though was that as much as I climbed, the trees never thinned out.  Hiking the whites, you actually get that feeling of reaching the summit, as the trees thin out and you reach the ridge, it’s all nice and rocky not a tree in sight with 360 degree views of your beautiful surrounding.  In the case of the Catskills, it seems like the trees were never gonna give way and they did not.  I hit one perfect view point on the way to Indian Head after a near 90 degree climb where I had to use tree roots as pull up bars, here is where I started to see why this trail is nick named Devil’s Path.

Best View Indian Head

In this pic notice the river in the background, that’s the mighty Hudson as it meanders left and right.  It’s quite a sight to see from this vantage point as it curves and conforms, widens and thins.  Unfortunately, after that I quickly hit the 3500′ marker, I hit a similar marker on the way to both of today’s summits (also saw them as soon as I hit that mark on the Whites):

3500′ – NO CAMPING!

But the top of Indian Head was surrounded by trees., had I not been looking at the GPS and known the spot I was on, I would have never known.  So down I went towards Jimmy Dolan Notch (I  sometimes wonder where they get these weird names from, who the hell is Jimmy Dolan) losing what felt like way too many feet to have to start going back up, but surprisingly when I got to the notch there was a nice little spur trail that gave me this amazing view.  I usually try to avoid these unmarked trails, but the people I was hiking with wanted to geotag something so I had some downtime to take a look.  The shot just calls to you, since its squished between two sets of trees and giving you a view, that although narrow is still, let me just sit here and enjoy.

Great Shot Off The Notch

To the climb again, and again no real respite and no real indication that we were about to crest the peak.  The Devil’s Path was making sure I remembered it.  The best view of Twin Mt was actually shortly before Twin Mt itself as the real summit was still a bit more than half a mile away along a wooded ridge.

Twin Mountain – The First View

I sat here to eat something, where a friendly queen snake decided to keep me company for a while, thank god we were in a stable rock ledge, because when I finally noticed the company I jumped almost high enough for it to be considered another peak.  The one thing that these two peaks have in common is that while there is no flat piece or sense of obviousness that you are at the summit, the few views you do get are just amazing.  It’s rolling mountains as far as the eye can see and not a dash of civilization.  The mountains seemingly call to you, to stare at them and ogle them like a horny 13 year looking at his first crush.  After eating I was off again, a bit over a half mile to the true summit, have to reach the true summit or what’s the whole point, I console myself knowing that I will double back and I will stand here again and enjoy the mountains that remind me of home.

Twin Mountain like Indian Head was in itself meh, it was the hike that and the viewpoints along the way that mattered.

Twin Mountain

That’s the entire view from a small ledge on the summit.  Whereas from the previous point you got 180 degrees of goodness, vs the bare 90 degrees here.  It was time to double back, and start a mad descent losing every foot I’ve climbed in a shot.  But first I stop at the previous view where I bump into some great hikers. They tell me a bit about the Devil’s Path, how it’s one of the most difficult in the North East, how there is a great site with all the 3500 footers and how there is a group of people that try to complete them all.  Right then and there, I knew where every spare weekend day this summer would be spent.  On the Catskill’s conquering all 35 of the 3500 footers, even the ones with no trails at all of which there are a couple.

I hope you enjoy my journey since part of it will be writing afterwards, if nothing else for my own piece of mind, and my own bit a self therapy.

Tackling all the Catskill 3500 Peaks

For the past two years hiking has become my own version of personal therapy.  Whether I do a hike alone or in a group, every step gets me closer to self healing and awareness.  Up until a month or so ago I limited myself to the hikes in and around the Lower Hudson Valley.  We all know them, you have SugarLoaf, Bull Hill, Anthony’s Nose, Storm King, various different sections of the Appalachian (Cat’s Rock, Fahnestock, Depot Hill),  and the list goes on.  Actually, if you take a look at the Hike the Hudson Valley site, I was pretty much trying to tackle all of those specific hikes.  Then 2 months ago I did a 4000′ peak and two 5000′ foot peaks in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.  I honestly loved it, it took me 6 hours or so with a group of friends and all I can say it’s oh my god.

We did:

Little Haystack Mountain, this is definitely NOT aptly named, we went up the Falling Waters Trail which was amazing.  Here is a shot from the top of that peak.  We started the hike on a very cloudy day and as we got close to the peak and the trees started to dissipate, it felt as if I was crossing the clouds to get to the peak.  Almost like crossing over to the top of the world.  Sitting at the top looking down you see the sky starting to break and a hiker about to crest peak.

Top of Little Haystack

At that point, I was hooked, sitting there after climbing 3000+ feet to get to it was mind changing. That peak quickly gave way to Mt Lincoln as we walked along the ridge. Walking along that ridge was a sublime experience, even though the day was cloudy, every where you look it felt like you were above it all.  Like there was no other place you wanted to be at that moment than on that mountain with my thighs throbbing, my glasses fogging and the next peak visible and seaming oh so close, but being way too far.

Here’s a shot from Mt Lincoln:

Top of Mt Lincoln

Finally we continued on Franconia Ridge until we hit the last of the peaks in Mount Lafayette.  Arriving at Lafayette felt like an unreal accomplishment.  I can see why there are many people that just do one of the two outer peaks and just turns around.  At this point, my legs were jello with the prospects of still having to drop over 3000ft in less than 3 miles.  With the only driving force being able to tell myself I did it, and hoping upon hoping that the shack on the way down was open and they had hot cocoa.

Top of Lafayette Group
Top of Lafayette Alone

I came back from that hike with the hunger to tackle something similar but closer to home.  I was gonna head out to the Adirondacks and even scheduled it and then said fuck it and headed to the Catskills to do Indian Head and Twin Mountains, little did I know that they were part of a major system.

Next up, a write up of those two great mountains and how I’m now convinced I will tackle all 35 3500 footers in the Catskills as detailed in this list: Catskill 3500 Peaks!!!

Changing over to Hiking

I’m shifting this blog to the one thing I have been doing the most of lately, hiking!!! It’s not just about the workout but also the serenity it gives.  The mountain becomes your best friend, the ground your one connection and as you climb or descend, the trail guides you.

So, keep posted.  I will write about some recent hikes I have done, and will escalate it to where I am now with a sudden desire to tackle as many of the Catskills 3500 footers as I can.  I’m looking forward to it.

Hello All…

To the one person that is going to read this… me… I say hello… You will notice as you read this that I really enjoy using the …  I am not sure why, it just happens as I am typing.  I’m starting this blog anew after quite some time without touching it.  This of course is not to say that I touched it at all before.  It will be my pseudo diary for the diatribes that come to my mind.  It will be everything from social commentary to my thoughts on some random tech subject.  Maybe I will get some 3-4 followers eventually.

The current splash pic of Gabriel, the youngest of my two sons.  He likes being called Gabe, we call him Gabby.   Anyway, that picture was taking in the Summer of 2011 in Ithaca at Robert H. Treman State Park.  They have a swimming hole there with a diving board right in front of Lucifer Falls.  At this point this was the 4th year in a row we visited Ithaca during the Summer and Gabe 5 when we started going, was always trying to build up the courage to take that 25ft plunge into 20ft deep water.