As we all awoke on our last day, we were all eager to go home. The night before we figured out that we needed to get on the water earlier than normal, so that we could hit our destination between 10am & 11am. It was still cloudy and cool and early in the morning getting in the water was not “fun”. The only other living mammals up at that hour were the loons! Now we know where the phrase “crazy as a loon” came from.
After studying our lake map the night before, we fully expected a short paddle to our pick-up point. The paddling route seemed very straightforward, we had a short, easy route along the “right” edge of the lake to a river that would lead us up to Saranac Village–our final destination. Or, so we thought…
As we slowly made our way towards our desired location, we kept heading into coves instead of the targeted river. We cut across what appeared to be cove inlets on the belief that the river entrance was “around the corner”.
A couple of interesting houses diverted our growing weariness as the morning wind began to pick up. We made our way through the lake, passing by many islands.
After several stops, it was clear that we were unsure as to where we were and where we were supposed to go. It was a bit shocking that our confident guide Kelly, whom claimed this lake area as his “home”, was so lost on the water. After over an hour of paddling, we suddenly realized that we had traveled in a giant circle and were near the canal, where we had entered the lake the afternoon before! We ended up paddling back and forth for about two hours before figuring out where to go.
Finally, to get back on track, the adult leaders asked a motor boat driver for direction, while cross-checking their paddling maps & GPS. The solution? Follow the easily marked boat lanes…back across the lake…ugghh!
The whole morning, the clouds were threatening and as we got across the lake into the beginning of the river channel, we were forced to stop at somebody’s lake garage due to some thunder that was heard. So, we all took a break, grabbed a snack, and played some more cards.
After a 45 minute wait, we were cleared to start canoeing again, so we all made the final push to arrive at our pick-up point. The next portion of paddling seemed to take forever, as we all saw civilization, but could not stop until we arrived at the exact pickup location. We passed many houses and camps.
Finally, we reached the pick-up point and though we were over an hour late, we didn’t care, as we could finally stop paddling and this concluded the trip!
Before we made our way back to Summit Base, we stopped for a quick lunch. During the long car ride many of us were able to enjoy a well-earned nap. Upon arriving at Summit Base, we were welcomed with a nice lunch & took hot showers before we headed out on our 4-hour drive back home.
In conclusion, the entire experience of this High Adventure Trip was extremely rewarding because of the mileage we were able to accomplish. Even though we did not travel enough to earn the 50-Miler Award, it still gave us an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment. Not only had we traveled a vast distance in such a short period of time, we had also learned so much more and experienced what “real” camping was like. Despite the many challenges, it was an awesome and extremely memorable trip for us all!
The next morning all of our gear was packed away and put into the canoes as fast as possible, so that we could have an early departure. We all knew that today would be a day of extensive paddling, as we wanted to cover about 10 miles before reaching our next and last night on the trail. Tonight we were heading for a private island in the middle of Kiwassa Lake! Our actual destination appeared to be a short two hour paddle away, so to accumulate some more miles, we headed in the opposite direction toward Lower Saranac Lake.
For what seemed like several hours, we paddled, passing by many small islands. The wind had picked up considerably so we needed to stay close to shore. Our bearing was southwest, but we were paddling into a stiff breeze and we felt like we were getting nowhere fast!
After an exhausting morning, we stopped on the far shore at campsite that had a rock peninsula for a quick lunch and a few pictures.
After lunch, we turned around and headed back to our original riverside campsite, then continued down the river into some of the most remote wilderness of all.
Trees were growing out of rocks in the middle of the water and there were many fascinating natural sights. While we were expecting to see some 4 legged wildlife in this pristine wilderness, the only wildlife viewed were a wide variety of birds. The peaceful serenity of our picturesque setting distracted us from noticing our aching and sore muscles from paddling.
Suddenly, we came upon an extremely rare sight: a canal. Due to the presence of different water levels between two lakes, we were required to enter a canal and to be lowered down about 10 feet, so that we could continue on our paddling journey. The “lower locks” were extremely fascinating, as this was the first time that any of us had experienced this.
After what seemed like endless paddling, through connecting channels and across small lakes, we eventually arrived at our desired location!
Our last night on the trail was on a very small, semi-private island in the middle of Kiwassa Lake, which was actually pretty cool, as we would be able to claim it as “ours” for that night! Since we arrived in the middle of the afternoon, it gave us plenty of time to set up camp, explore the island and relax.
On this final night, the scouts were to prepare everything on their own― without the help of any of the adults, including Kelly. The scouts were expected to build and maintain the fire, cook dinner, clean up, and hang the bear bag. Let’s just say that given all the practice we had had during the week, all of these tasks were handled very well.
At the fire, a few “infamous” skits, commonly performed by Troop 353, were presented. Afterwards, the traditional “Rose, Bud, Thorn” ceremony was conducted, as we all exchanged ideas of what we thought was the best and worst parts of the trip, along with what we look forward to doing.
Meaningful words were later spoken by the adult Scoutmasters and Kelly, as they explained about everything this trip should mean to the scouts and how it should be remembered for being such an amazing experience. From this, the scouts had embraced the fact that they had all accomplished a lot and learned a whole lot of new things, perhaps more than they thought was possible originally.
As the fire died down, everyone was very satisfied (and very tired) & we made our way to the tents, where we bedded down in the chilly Adirondack air to spent the final night on this amazing trip and easily fell fast asleep listening to wind whistling through the pines.
While we largely dodged the threatening rain on Tuesday, on Wednesday morning everybody woke up to the sound of rain hitting their tents. On this cold and wet morning, it was quickly decided to pack as quickly as possible so that we could begin hiking as soon as possible. So the first lesson of the day was how to deal with taking down a campsite in the rain–not something our troop has had the pleasure of experiencing much over the years. We did not appreciate the many challenges brought by the rain, as it soaked our gear and posed unexpected difficulties with packing away the tents, including adding extra weight to our packs.
It was raining fairly hard by 7am and we were so dis-oriented by packing away in the rain that one our colleagues mistook a camera flash for lightning. This added a much needed moment of levity in an otherwise pretty uncomfortable environment. A scout is cheerful–even under extreme conditions!
Miserable and wet, we all had a quick breakfast and headed back up the slippery +1 mile trail to the road to our pick-up point, where a truck and a trailer full of canoes was waiting to drive us +40 miles northwest to start the canoeing portion of our trip on Lower Saranac Lake.
Before departing however, we needed to replenish our food supplies, shed our hiking gear & get ready for the paddling portion of our trek, so we re-organized at a local beach in Long Lake Village under a gazebo. Just prior, we made a stop at a classic Adirondack camping good store, Hoss’s and Stuart’s (convenience store) where we were able to buy a warm, morale-boosting breakfast sandwich.
Our original input point was Middle Saranac Lake and we were to paddle up the connecting river through a canal to the southern end of Lower Saranac Lake & then up the 6 mile oblong-shaped lake toward First and Second Pond and eventually to our targeted lean-to on the river. During the long car drive, in between desperate efforts for a cat nap, our guide Kelly led us to believe that we should change our itinerary to launch our canoes much closer to our targeted lean-to campsite in order to hang up our wet gear to dry (as an updated rain forecast suggested that the rain would be letting up). Afterwards, we could get our mileage back up by paddling around the beautiful Lower Saranac Lake, enjoying lunch on one of the many picturesque islands there. Lesson #2.
According the New York DEC, there are over 55 state-owned campsites along the shore and on the islands. There are literally hundreds of lakes, ponds and connecting rivers in this area of the Adirondacks, which is part of the St. Regis Canoe Area. This region is a paddlers paradise and is often compared to the boundary waters of Northern Minnesota. Check out the map ==> Lower Saranac Lake
After an hour+ drive, we arrived at the designated public boat launch to begin our paddling expedition. We unloaded the canoes and our gear and then headed in a southeastern direction across Second Pond down a narrowing river to our targeted riverside campsite. As soon as we entered the water, it started to rain (lightly) again, but we were optimistic that this would soon pass, and besides we were no longer carrying 50lb backpacks. How bad could this be?
After a short 30 minute paddle, we made it to our campsite about a mile from the boat launch. There, we unloaded all of our gear and hung everything that was wet on clotheslines and the lean-to so that they could dry while we paddled around the lake. Right after this task was completed, we got back into the canoes and paddled back past the boat launch, through First Pond and eventually out to the big lake. Along the way, we observed lots of different birds, including some friendly cranes.
We paddled through what seemed like a maze of small islands and the reality of how easy it would be to get lost made us grateful for our detailed paddling maps. Lesson #3. Eventually we got to the open water of the lake and made a decision to stay relative close to the shore to minimize the physical exertion that would be required to paddle against the waves and wind and to seek refuge should we hear any thunder from the still threatening skies.
After about an hour we spied an ideal island at DEC campsite #22–time for lunch! On this small island, we relaxed, explored and enjoyed a lunch served, courtesy of our multi-talented guide Kelly. An intense discussion emerged pondering how those pesky, starving chipmunks could be present on this tiny island. We never came to consensus on this. After lunch, we mapped out a paddling route and decided to do more exploration. The topography was very diverse and we saw so many interesting campsites along the way.
Before we made it back to our campsite, we encountered rain yet again. So we sought some refuge under some trees near shore. Luckily, it did not rain extremely hard for too long, but we were definitely soaked. At least one of our crew learned first hand why experienced outdoor enthusiasts say “cotton is rotten”. Lesson #4. By the time we got back to the campsite a few hours later, the rain had finally stopped.
During our afternoon paddling expedition on the lake, Mr. Wauchope decided to stay behind to watch our gear and, unfortunately, complete some mandatory work for his job. When we returned, we found our gear was indeed safe, but it had been impossible to bring all the gear inside the lean-to, so much of it was still hanging up…and still very wet. Unfortunately, it was also discovered that Kelly’s backpack was left open outside of the lean-to and his bedding and all contents were soaked. Uggh!
Tensions rose and the scouts soon learned about how to manage group dynamics when unpredictable events occur. The wet gear was even more problematic as the campsite was picked clean of all firewood, so we could not even start a fire to dry out!
They say “Necessity is often the Mother of Invention”. At some point the group decided to look for wood on the other side of the river, where there was ample firewood. So an important excursion was made across the river. Finding a landing spot was tricky and very muddy, but once ashore it was easy to find enough wood to fill our canoe. A few wood gathering trips yielded quite the bounty! One of our scouts took great pride in pushing over a dead tree at least 20 feet high!
Now with plenty of dry firewood, we began the process of drying out our clothes and, importantly, Kelly’s sleeping bag! We were able to attach a tarp to the front of the leanto and used hiking poles to bring the front edge of the tarp near the fire, creating a convection oven effect inside the lean-to. Slowly but surely, the redirected heat from the fire began to dry out all the gear! Tensions eased. Lesson #5.
Later that afternoon it looked like the sky was finally clearing. With full stomachs and water bottles, as the night pulled in, we all stood around the fire drying off our clothes and we reflected on both the rugged beauty of our surroundings and how we overcame multiple challenges due to the atrocious rain. We fell asleep to cooling temps & a symphony of nocturnal wildlife calls. Tomorrow was going to be a brand new day! From a Scout Leader’s perspective, many valuable lessons were learned today–this was turning out to be a greathigh adventure trip!
Next: Day 5, Canoeing the Lower Locks on the way to Kiwassa Lake
Waking early in the morning again, the scouts packed up camp quickly departed their picturesque campsite along the Salmon River. Today was another 7–8.0 miles of hiking, except that we had to immediately traverse the 3000-ft ridge atop Blue Mountain and then back down the other side–and hopefully do so before the rain arrived.
The total elevation gain from our campsite to the top was approximately 1000 feet and although it took a solid +3 hours, the hike through the beautiful Blue Mountain Wild Forest was filled with breathtaking beauty. After about two miles, the scouts witnessed a stunningly beautiful sight as we entered into a large meadow that was dominated at one time by an active beaver population. Completely isolated, the pathway was surrounded by an area dominated by tall grass and enclosed by a ring of hilltops and trees. The scouts were amazed at this marvelous sight, taking their time to walk through the tall grass and wooden bridge dividing the two halves.
With still an estimated 1.5 miles to the summit, the scouts pressed on. The trail began to get steeper and muddier. Along the way, we discovered the remnants of a lumber camp, with decayed blocks of cement foundations. The last 1/2 mile was particularly tricky as we climbed up wet, muddy, rocky gullies. The mountaintop breeze was particularly refreshing given the amount of energy we were expending in the very humid environment.
It wasn’t very clear to us that we had reached the top as the tree cover was so thick, but if one looked closely through the trees (at left) there was a tiny sliver of a view of Long Lake in the distance to the Northwest. The flat trail that curved around the side of the mountain quickly began to descend through the Birch and Maple forest. Hiking downhill was even trickier given the steep, muddy surface and the fact that we had heavy backpacks. Those of us that had hiking sticks found out just how useful this trail tool can be!
Our trek of hearty hikers, made fairly solid progress all the way down the backside of Blue Mountain and by 12:30pm, we decided it was time for a well-deserved break for lunch. After such a vigorous hike and a relaxing lunch, we all began to fill a little cramping and soreness in our legs as we rose to continue on our trek toward Caitlin Bay. After lunch, a light rain began to ruin what had been so far, bright and sunny weather and we still had at least another 3 miles–at least we had relatively flat terrain and the thick tree cover shielded our group partially from the precipitation.
We hiked at a solid pace for at least another hour, crossing a few small creeks (some bridges were in better shape than others). With the light rain however, the bridges became very slippery. Our trail map indicated that we would go through some low-lying, soggy areas near the end, characterized by boardwalk trails to prevent damage to fauna. This area does not get much sunlight so the boards also had a thin layer of moss at times. Nearly all of us slipped on these unstable wooden planks, as we were becoming increasingly fatigued and sloppy in our hiking techniques.
Tired and sore, the scouts were eager to reach their next campsite, but eventually discovered that they would soon be caught in a dilemma. Finally after exiting the woods at the DEC registration box, the exhausted group stationed themselves alongside Hwy NY 28N, a large and busy road, to gather their bearings. At last, we could stop hiking! Fortunately, no one in our group had blisters, but we were tired. So, we were happy to take a break while our guide Kelly decided to walk into Long Lake Village 1.5 miles down the road to gather a few needed supplies.
Our group was only a mile from our destination and after our nice 45 minute rest, we thought we’d be at our Caitlin Bay campsite in less than half an hour. WRONG! Expecting a short walk from the highway, the scouts became furious when they discovered they had to hike up a steep hill for at least a half mile and then only to see the sign for the campsite which indicated it was at least 1.5 miles away! Uggh!! We had no choice but to continue to plod along. And hike we did, albeit downhill, for over an hour before crossing over a boulder-filled riverbed into our destination. During our rest, we had thought it would be “convenient” to set up camp, and take a leisurely stroll into town to pickup some treats. However, by the time we arrived, those thoughts had completely perished from our minds!
But the wait and hard work was worth it, as our group arrived to a calming and gorgeous campsite! It overlooked the Caitlin Bay and was beautifully set-up. It had stopped raining, but the skies were still threatening. Lean-to’s on one end of the campsite, and nicely positioned picnic tables to cook and view the peaceful water at the other end of this very large, spread out Adirondack campsite! There was even a hammock to rest upon.
The lake water was a comfortable temperature, and though we did not go swimming per se, we did wade in to cool off and to rinse our smelly clothes. And of course, we refilled our water bottles and treated them accordingly. With Mr. Wauchope grabbing a quick nap and Mr. McCandless exploring the area and taking pictures, the scouts had a relaxing game of cards (as became our end-of-day tradition) before Kelly decided we should probably prepare our dinner before it got too late and/or more rain arrived.
As always seems to be the case after a full day of backpacking, our dinner was delicious and “munging” was becoming at least partially tolerable. The scouts were even able to reflect the skills they learned the previous day during the group’s dinner (and another card game) and scoped out a suitable tree to hang the bear bag before dark. We waved cheerfully at another group of scouts that were paddling by at dinner time, knowing that starting tomorrow, the less physically demanding part of our trek (paddling) would begin. After a small campfire, we all were grateful that our hiking was over, that the predicted rain had largely held off and that we were all actually having a really great time and an adventurous trek. As we trundled off to bed at a reasonable time, nobody had any trouble falling to sleep!
Next: Day 4, Dealing with Adirondack Weather — A Few Basic Lessons Learned
Bright and early the next day the scouts enjoyed a lavish breakfast prepared by a few counselors at Camp Read. Full of energy, the scouts were now ready to take on their first full day on their high adventure trip, when the real action started. We were headed out to hike a small portion of the historic Northville-Placid (N-P) Trail. The N-P Trail is 132 miles long and was the first project undertaken by then newly-formed Adirondack Mountain Club in 1922. The N-P Trail was completed two years later and donated to the State of New York in 1927 with the Conservation Dept. (DEC) becoming responsible for it maintenance and upkeep. Today the DEC, along with numerous volunteers and organizations, are stewards of the trail. “The trail passes through what many consider the wildest and most remote parts of the Adirondack Park, notably the high plateau that encompasses the Spruce, West Canada, and Cedar Lakes area, along that of the Cold River. The highest point the N-P Trail reaches (3008 ft) is at the crest of the ridge to the east of Blue Mountain (3759 ft) and of Tirrell Pond.” And these latter landmarks were our destination!
After an hours’ drive northwest of Summit Base, our van dropped us off Hwy 28 near Blue Mountain Lake to pick up the 16 mile segment between Lake Durant and the Caitlin Bay lean-to at Long Lake. (Click on the map at the left for more detail.) We all had to get our backpacks adjusted and get acclimated to carrying all our gear–nothing we had ever done on any weekend campout back home. The official Summit Base itinerary had our trek stopping at the north end of Tirrell Pond after hiking less than 5 miles of the segment, a destination we reached easily by lunch time. The initial hike was relatively easy and flat terrain through heavily wooded forest until we finally arrived upon the beautiful & remote Tirrell Pond.
Our group was happily hiking along side the remote Adirondack lake when a pontoon plane flew in for a water landing. The plane motored around then took off again and flew right past us. It seemed surreal that we were watching the ultimate in human presence against a stunning remote backdrop of wilderness–it looked like one of those aerial scenes from the TV show ” Alaska: The Last Frontier”.
On this our first day of hiking, our group was refreshed from a healthy lunch on the sandy north shore of Tirrell Pond and our ambition to experience more adventure inspired us to hike further. Importantly, we concluded it was probably a good idea to even out the expected mileage of Day 2, which entailed a 1000 foot elevation gain, cresting the highest point on the N-P Trail and then descending 1000 feet along with a forecast of rain arriving Tuesday mid-day. And, equally as important, a guide book we had indicated that there was “an informal campsite can be found jut past the bridge on the left .. at mile 7.3….”
So we decided to hike an additional 2.5 miles past our picturesque lunch setting and “hoped” that there really was a small available campsite for us to rest our weary feet for our first night in the wilderness. As we started again, we came across a trail sign that reminded us how far we needed to hike by the end of the day tomorrow to reach Caitlin Bay, so we felt good about our decision to press ahead.
In the heat of the day, our ambitious group headed north into the woods again and down long over-grown logging roads, and crossed some bogs with wooden plank walkways to end up on a remote dirt road. The air was extremely humid and there was no sound of mankind anywhere, just the “quiet” of nature. As we trudged along the dirt road, we had become so weary that we complete missed the peaceful and desolate campsite at the base of a bridge, next to a beautiful creek…just as the guide book indicated!
The campsite was intimate, and ran alongside a long creek in which the scouts were able to wash their clothing, acquire clean drinking water (through the pump, iodine tablet, or boiling water), and eventually to enjoy the accomplishment of completing their first challenge of the week. Despite the extremely slippery rocks and dense population of insects flying around the surface of the water, the scouts ventured off down the river to find a beaver dam at the end. This intricate structure was an amazing sight to see at the end of their first fun day.
After returning back to the campsite, Kelly taught everyone the basics of cooking food on this trip and how to effectively obtain clean water. He educated the entire crew on the directions of using the small, portable stoves and taught them the methods of using the iodine tablets and pumping water. One scout in particular got special use of the pump due to a shellfish allergy, making it mandatory to go through the exhausting pumping process to access clean water every day. The entire crew even learned of a new method of cleaning up individual mess kits through “munging” in which clean water would be poured into a dirty bowl to make a “nice, soupy” meal to drink the mess away. Yecchh!
After enjoying a delicious meal and feelings of disgust towards munging (One scout believed that hot sauce would be beneficial to the process. Heads-up: It is not a good idea), the scouts packaged all items from their pack that was either food, or had strong smells to prepare multiple bear bags. For most scouts, this would be their first attempt at setting up a bear bag to prevent not only bears from attaining the group’s food but also to prevent raccoons, other medium-sized animals and those pesky chipmunks from eating our food.
Our guide Kelly’s first few attempts of hanging the massive weight of our food and supplies were unsuccessful, and as it became dark, everyone slowly began to realize the futility of trying to hang bear bags in a patch of the woods consisting of only Lodge Pole Pines with no horizontal branches. Eventually it took Mr. McCandless’s decision to look for a more suitable area of the forest (in the dark) and Mr. Wauchope’s complex rope & carabiner system to hang the bags successfully high enough. (Scoutmaster’s Note: Many lessons were learned in this exercise!)
Through the ambitious extra mileage and the back woods lessons taught by Kelly, it was safe to say that our first day on the trail of this high adventure trek was a great success! We all had no trouble falling fast asleep against the soothing backdrop of the nearby babbling creek.
Next: Day 3, A Memorable Trek to Caitlin Bay — a Backpacker’s Paradise!
Our Council is fortunate to have a camp in the heart of the Adirondack Park and Summit Base near Brant Lake, NY is viewed as the outdoor gateway to the park for scouts from all over the country. After several years of high adventure treks at BSA National camps (Sea Base & Philmont), other Councils (outer banks of NC & Colorado) & other countries (Bahama Sail School), our troop opted for an adventure closer to home. Suffice it to say that the combo backpack & paddling adventure was every bit as challenging within a stunningly beautiful setting and at a very affordable cost as any trek pursued in prior years! The following enjoyable description of the trip has been largely reproduced by the scouts that took the Adirondack challenge: Andy M., Jason C., Jeffrey F., & Justin W.:
In the summer of 2014 four of our senior scouts and two adult leaders courageously ventured up north to Summit Base to begin a week long high adventure trek encompassing approximately 45 miles of backpacking and canoeing in & around Adirondack Park.
In preparation for this challenging week the scouts first had to help raise the funds to make the trip affordable for them all. During the Troop’s annual car wash at Chester Heights Fire House, the four scouts led the troop in having a very successful fundraiser, raising over $2500 for the troop and for the high adventure trip.
In addition to funding the trip, the scouts prepared by going on a weekend long backpack trip in Harriman State Park where they were given a glimpse of what the trip would really be like–hard work! The scouts would be exposed to backpacking and camping overnight away from the comfort of their cars like most weekend troop campouts are–we really were a bit nervous and not totally sure what we would face, but we were up for the challenge! Fortunately, a watering hole deep in the park provided needed refuge in the +90 degree weather in early July.
Although preparation for this high adventure trip was not as tedious as most previous trips, all arrangements were finalized and the scouts were eager to start their first high adventure trip.
Day 1: Upon arriving to Camp Reed, everyone was greeted by the friendly Summit Base staff and we were introduced to our Guide for the week: Kelly, who would accompany and lead all the scouts throughout the entire endeavor. To ensure that everyone would be capable of swimming in case of any emergency that could occur on the canoe portion of the trip, the scouts and adults were required to perform the standard BSA swim test. Slowly but surely, everyone completed the test.
Next, our group underwent a comprehensive gear shakedown to ensure we had the proper gear for the grueling trip. Although unpacking and packing all the gear was quite boring and endless, all scouts were prepared and were ready to take on the challenges of the next day.
After dinner at the Camp Buckskin Dining Hall it was getting late & all scouts returned back to our campsite in the more remote environs of Summit Base for the night. Regardless of the structured and civilized campsite, little did the scouts know that they had had their sole encounter with wild animals for the week with little varmints successfully nibbling through plastic bags to eat the snacks needed for the remainder of the week and even chomping on a few exposed fingers in the middle of the night! Ouch! Despite the unexpected and unwelcomed visitors at 3am, our crew fell fast asleep (again!), eager to take off the next morning on a new adventure in the historic Adirondack Park!
Next: Day 2, Backpacking the Historic Northville-Placid Trail
Here in Southern Westchester County, we are blessed to live in such close proximity, from beach camping in Montauk to ice climbing in the Catskills. And with the harsh winter we have had this year, combined with specific requests from our senior scouts, the time was right to revisit ice climbing after a two year layoff. Indeed, it was two years ago exactly that the troop hired the highly regarded outfitter Alpine Endeavors out of New Paltz. Their guides have some of the best climbing credentials and many are also EMTs. Suffice it to say that not only are their guides well-qualified but they are terrific when working with youth and adults!
Ice climbing has some similarities to rock climbing (you are belayed), but in many people’s view, ice climbing is technically more challenging and gratifying and FUN! And FUN is exactly why our crew of 5 adventurous senior scouts and (two intrepid dads) braved the single digit temps that day just outside of Phoenicia, 50 miles northwest of New Paltz. A few of the scouts had been ice climbing previously and felt at ease “on the pitch”. The first-time climbers had to learn the correct techniques, including a firm planting of the toe spikes of the crampons as well as where & how to plant their hand axes. And of course everyone had to be happy being up to 40–50 feet above the ground with only your toe spikes holding you!
As their skills increased throughout the day, our guides Alan and Ron challenged the boys to try climbing with only one hand axe and many succeeded! A few even tried climbing without any hand axe or gloves! Ouch! We stayed warm by taking turns belaying or playing the role of backup belay and keeping the rope out any water and freezing. Hot chocolate also helped!
By the end of the day, everyone had exhausted their energies but enjoyed a newfound sense of pride and satisfaction at mastering one of the neatest winter sports of all: Ice Climbing! For some cool pics, click here!