Upgrading to the T3

A 2-person tent doesn't cut it when you have a toddler and a dog hiking with you, so I am on the hunt for something bigger ( yet not too much heavier). Today Parker and I checked out the REI Quarter Dome T3 Plus.

We liked it.  Maybe too big though.  REI also makes a regular T3, which has a slightly smaller footprint and you save 12 ounces on your back.  More research to be done.

Long Trail Day Five: Bittersweet

 As Emily mentioned in the last post, today was our last day on the trail.  5 days, 50 miles.  Not bad.  But... we did have a daunting 4-mile 2000' climb up to Killington right off the bat.  I hiked ahead of the girls, and stopped every 300-400 feet of elevation (using my altimeter watch) to let them catch up and give them moral support and a chance to rest.

Tickling Parker with some leaves during one of the rest stops

Snack time during a rest break

Her appetite continued to be huge

Plain flour tortillas... yum!

Peter Rabbit sweet potato, corn, and apple

One of many many toads we saw this day

We eventually made it to the top of Killington.  Well, almost.  The peak was actually a 0.2 mile hike off of the Long Trail up a blue blaze.  I made a quick dash up while waiting for Em and P.

Vista from Killington Peak

The rest of the day's hiking was pretty mild.  2.5 miles after leaving Killington, we came to our turn-off: Sherburne Pass Trail, which would take us directly to our destination.  The Sherburne Pass Trail was originally the AT/LT.  It was rerouted in 1999, and now crosses Route 4 almost a mile west of the pass.    Obviously, we opted for the original route.

Leaving the LT; 2.5 miles to Sherburne Pass and the Inn

The Inn at Long Trail

Long Trail 2012 was a success.  We now have 54 miles left to complete our section hike of the Long Trail.  2013??

-Chris

Long Trail Day Four: It's hot out here

We had another relaxing morning at our campsite, all the teenage and 20-something boys trying to ignore Parker's squeals and our clanking and swishing packing up the gear.


Sparky found a moment to kick back before getting packed up in her Poco for the day. 

On the trail by 9ish again, as it happened it was the same time as most other days on this trip. (A big difference from the 6 and 7 a.m. start times on the PCT). The morning started out with a gentle climb through a bright deciduous forest, more toads, rocks, roots and leaf litter. The heat was already slowing me way down so Chris went ahead. (He had a quote on the PCT, "Heavy pack + hot weather + incline = one slow Baby." Now that quote is doubly true.)



After our slight climb we enjoyed a long slow decent to the Gorge. I knew Chris was still ahead of me because I found our tent poles along the trail. Apparently they'd slipped out of the bed roll when he took a spill. Good thing I was bringing up the rear!
 

The Gorge was a delightful opportunity to strip down and go for another swim. We clambered down the steep, rocky slopes underneath the suspension bridge for a delicious cool down.


 
But our break was short lived. Moving on, we tackled quite a climb. After we passed a steamy field under power lines, we climbed a rock tumble that could only be found on trails in New England. (The PCT was graded for pack animals, so none of this climbing on your hands and knees.) 

And we emerged on a road where a trail angel had just left a cooler of icy cold bottled water. The ice cubes were still crunchy! From there the trail detoured onto a ~2 mile road walk after Hurricane Irene had washed out part of the trail. The smooth and graded gravel roads were a welcome change, despite the hills. We passed farms and beautiful yards and even a stable with trotters peeking out of their stalls.

The road disappeared — literally, washed away by Irene again — and we turned back into the woods. Our destination was only a mile or so away. We'd heard about a shelter with a tenting area near a brook.

The campsite and brook was exactly what we needed on a steamy summer day. Chris and I took frigid skinny dips in the rushing water, each taking a turn holding the babe.

A real mountain stream: Refreshing to Mom and Dad, too chilly for Parker to even dangle her piggies in the rushing water.

Rushing water also made for cooler temperatures and cozy sleeping.

We discussed briefly whether we wanted to stretch our last 10 miles into two days. There was little debate, we were ready to get off the trail. So this lovely little campsite was our last, and it was fantastic place to finish up. Next stop Inn at Long Trail! But first a four mile climb up Killington and Pico peaks...

Long Trail Day Three: Napping and Nudity

The third day dawned beautiful and warm.  A perfect morning for a run (if you are like Emily then you think I am crazy!) around Little Rock Pond.  It was less than a mile around the pond, and less than ideal terrain (rocky, muddy, rooty) but it was enough to inspire me to go for a morning swim post-run.

Parker gazes out of the tent after waking up.

We got our usual ~9AM start and continued northward.  Overall, it was a pretty mild day with regards to climbs and descents, although the temperatures made it into the 90's, not Emily's favorite weather ;)

Parker napping in the Poco.

We even had time for some fun during breaks.

Me whistling with a blade of grass really cracked her up!

A snake sunning itself on the trail.

P actually hiking part of the Long Trail

And we were caught a little bit off guard when we met 10 naked men hiking southbound.  Because it's a leap year, summer solstice lands a day early in 2012: June 20, which is the official naked hiking day.

June 20, summer solstice, naked hiking day!

To lighten our load for the hike, we sent ourselves a resupply box to the town of Wallingford.  In it was clean clothes for all, diapers, dehydrated milk, food, etc.  I hitched into town solo while the girls continued north to the next shelter, where I met them a few hours later,

Heading back to the trailhead after our resupply stop in Wallingford.

Campsite at Minerva Hinchey Shelter.

This is what it's like to put a toddler to bed in a tent while the sun is still up.

-Chris

Long Trail Day Two: Toads and Tranquility

We woke on Styles Peak to hear the dreaded "drip...drop...plick...pock..." on the sides of the tent. Fortunately, rain wasn't it the picture. It was just condensation on the pines overhead. We were in a cloud and dressed Parker accordingly in her rain jacket and rain pants, plus a hat because it was pretty chilly.

Parker scoots around the tiny campsite inspecting the tent.

She slept well in the tent. Probably better than me because I never sleep well in tents. It's just not that comfortable, and now we were putting three people in a two person tent. Crowded. Actually, Parker was pretty thrilled about all things involving the tent, especially at bed time. (We'd put her down in her sleep sack and she'd proceed to thrash around the tent, push on the screen sides, put her lamb into the pockets of the tent, flop onto the sleeping pads, etc. Never got old.) She scooted around the tiny campsite that morning, inspecting the tent as Chris performed the morning ritual of boiling water for coffee and oatmeal. We were packed up and on the trail 9 a.m.

An old fellow hiker heading southbound warned us of floating bog boards. He wasn't exaggerating. We managed to stay dry by jumping from the dry ends of the boards to the nearby shoreline.

Floating bog boards

A hot buggy lunch on a Baker's Peak rock

The floating boards were possibly the most noteworthy event of the day. Mild ups and downs, plenty of rocks and roots. Some frogs, toads and more efts. Lots of birds. I rejoiced when I heard that  wilderness call of the hermit thrush, which was familiar from our time on the PCT. It's a sound I could never replicate but would describe as sounding like a rusty swingset. Have a listen.

We decided to push it to a campsite 13 miles away from Styles Peak that promised a pond—Little Rock Pond shelter. As the day heated up, that proved a powerful incentive.

Frequent mini rests were needed as much for my legs rest as for letting Sparky stretch her legs. 

"Aw, Dad, why you putting leaves on my head?"

Look Sparky, a toad!

One of dozens of handsome butterflies at a Big Branch shelter, a short stop to replenish our water supplies.

As the afternoon stretched longer and the temperature oozed higher, I started getting a little cranky. But my sour attitude melted as Little Rock Pond appeared through the trees around 5 p.m. It was a lovely, woodsy pond with a steep mountain rising on the opposite shore. The water temperature was refreshing but hardly shocking. The woman thruhiker sleeping in the shelter said, "You guys must be from around here, the water's too cold for swimming." She was from Virginia.

Chris and I parked the napping baby, still in her Poco backpack on the waterfront tent platform (which surprisingly hadn't been claimed by the other two individuals camping at this area already) and I slipped into the water while Chris set up camp. My whole body relaxed as I cut a wake through the calm water, that festering cranky attitude fluttered to the bottom of the pond.

This is what it's all about.

We traded places and Chris got to swim, then Sleeping Beauty got to dabble her feet in the pond. 

Lots of newts and other critters to be seen swimming in the shallows.

It's evenings like these, at enchanted ponds in the wilds of Vermont, that make backpackers like me put up with bugs in the eyes, welts on the ankles and several days in the same sweaty pair of shorts. That blissful evening swim, the lush and leafy smell of fresh water, the not-quiet of a night in the woods — they completely recharge your memories for another year the city.

Chris brushes his teeth with a view of the pond.