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cowpoke

climber
Aug 9, 2012 - 03:28pm PT
It's hot (again) today, but Tuesday = perfect day for a stroll up Cathedral with two teenagers.

Teenagers on ledges:







Starman

Trad climber
Sterling, MA
Aug 10, 2012 - 11:26am PT
Hey cowpoke,

Just updated a right coast thread on Tuesday at N Conway with my daughter, Sammy, and nephew, Jake. Strictly speaking, I guess that doesn't really count as 'round these parts.

Lately, closer to home, we have been spending half-days up at the north shore/Cape Ann with a couple Farley trips sprinkled into the mix.

And, you?

Nice shots! Looks like a fun day -- Funhouse (maybe) to Upper Refuse? Great for the Smaller People. Enjoy those sweet times while they last -- once their off to college (if they go) things change a lot. But the bonds are formed strongly on the rocks, IMHO.

And, ya... NC/NH environs (even Maine and NY/CT etc.) count as local to me :)

Live 12 minutes from Crow Hill but hardly ever go there over the past few years. Recently bought a Micro Traxion and started going solo to CH at fringes of day. Liking it a lot! May get out to Farley (SSSHHHHH) this Sunday??

Recent empty-nester's just getting free again; spending time at Rumney so the Lady can get back on the sharp end (and it's coming back for her now...) Also checking out "other" crags in NH this summer, such as Humphries and Attitash, etc. Nice to see new lines, without the waiting lines lol! Handren's new guide is the inspiration.

Have climbed all over NE in all seasons :)

Take care man!
perswig

climber
Sep 22, 2012 - 02:30pm PT
The four horsemen of the climbing Apocalypse (work, injury, weather, domestic turbulence) have conspired to make this a lousy rock season, but a bright spot yesterday...





























Dale
tradmanclimbs

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
Sep 22, 2012 - 06:00pm PT
Dale. where is that?
cowpoke

climber
Sep 22, 2012 - 06:02pm PT
Right on, Dale! Beautiful fall weather has arrived!
perswig

climber
Sep 22, 2012 - 07:19pm PT
where is that?

Only hot chicks get the topo.
Dale










Tumbledown, Mt. Blue State Park, ME
tradmanclimbs

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
Sep 22, 2012 - 07:44pm PT
Looks awsome! Didn't know i was a hot chick?
Chiloe

Trad climber
Lee, NH
Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2013 - 09:59pm PT
It was a nice day to go Across the Universe. I swear there used to be more holds:




Cowpoke on our off-route version of Pitch 3:




Back on route after some shenanigans (my fault), Jim E leads the Milky Way:

Chiloe

Trad climber
Lee, NH
Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2013 - 10:01pm PT
Great views down the Notch:



But something new has befallen the tracks:

Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
May 19, 2013 - 10:02pm PT
nice trip report...

hey, that rope looks familiar... though mine seems smurf bluer
wilbeer

Mountain climber
honeoye falls,ny.greeneck alleghenys
May 19, 2013 - 10:06pm PT
Very nice ,Chiloe
tradmanclimbs

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
May 19, 2013 - 10:27pm PT
Nice! that is one of the hardest 10a moves i have ever failed on;)
tradmanclimbs

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
May 19, 2013 - 10:28pm PT
Sylvain belaying black fly season style in NH
Sylvain belaying black fly season style in NH
Credit: tradmanclimbs
How were the bugs. they were awsome @ my special crag yesterday!
Chiloe

Trad climber
Lee, NH
Topic Author's Reply - May 20, 2013 - 08:54am PT
hey, that rope looks familiar... though mine seems smurf bluer

Hope it's luckier than the pink!
It does seem the blue or purple hold up best. I've got one, although this baby is Jim's.


How were the bugs. they were awsome @ my special crag yesterday!

No bugs until the breeze died in late afternoon, as we were sitting on a ledge at the top & discussing the universe. A few black flies reminded us then it was time for a brewpub.
slabbo

Trad climber
fort garland, colo
May 20, 2013 - 09:53am PT
trad- is that a slingshot or a lobster ?! Damn.
tradmanclimbs

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
May 20, 2013 - 10:34am PT
I have gotten masacred on that grassy ledge belay just below the milky way by black flies. you should head up to the upper cliff. Just left of End of the Universe Is a KB and 2 or 3 bolts to a watergroove to a hand crack that turns into a #4 chimny . 180ft super cool pitch to bolted anchor then a 60ft 10a sport climb from there to a second anchor. very cool climb.
tradmanclimbs

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
May 22, 2013 - 08:44pm PT
Finger Rock w face 5.10+
Finger Rock w face 5.10+
Credit: tradmanclimbs
Followed my friend Alex up this cool little spire in VT. Lead retro bolted my 5.7X climb on the east face of it's sister spire. It's a really fun place despite the henious bushwhack and relativly short climbs.
tradmanclimbs

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
May 23, 2013 - 05:37pm PT
Alex Spencer sport lead on The Monkey 5.8+
Alex Spencer sport lead on The Monkey 5.8+
Credit: tradmanclimbs
Alex on Sunset Arette 5.8
Alex on Sunset Arette 5.8
Credit: tradmanclimbs
Sunset Arette
Sunset Arette
Credit: tradmanclimbs
The Easy Way 5.11a
The Easy Way 5.11a
Credit: tradmanclimbs
Not bad for a rainy day @ deer Leap in Killington. I led The Hard Way and the Monkey but no pictures of me....
perswig

climber
Sep 20, 2014 - 07:35am PT
fetch \ˈfech\
a : the distance along open water or land over which the wind blows
b : the distance traversed by waves without obstruction

Fetch kicked my ass this week.





Fall's breathing down my neck and the difficulty of juggling time off, a good wx window, and the need for a shuttle drop-off was making an Allagash trip unlikely this year, so I cast about for another, albeit lesser objective. Settled on the Moose River Bow trip, which has the unique attraction of bringing you back to your put-in; its negatives were blissfully blurred by time since my last visit and I somewhat hastily threw gear together and got out the door by noon on Sunday, headed to Jackman.




Three-ish hours later, I'm shooting the breeze with caretaker/master guide Karl at the Attean launch, commiserating about the influx of Mass "bobber-fisherman", the introduction of bass into this formerly pristine chain of lakes, and the likelihood of rough water since the wind is already pitching the treetops. I see absolutely no-one else on the water, which suits me just fine (but which may have been another sign of what's to come), push out and paddle round the lee shore.





cat's-paw noun \ˈkats-ˌpȯ\
a light air that ruffles the surface of the water in irregular patches during a calm

Nope.

salmon chop

Nope.

comber noun \ˈkō-mər\
a long curling wave of the sea

Yep. Swells of a foot-and-a-half, creaming tops, the whole deal.
A steady west-to-east breeze, an east-to-west march, and two 'ponds' and surrounding topography perfectly funneling down onto your little boat.

I gave up trying to take pics, gave up trolling line after attempts to retrieve the two small salmon my streamer attracted nearly got me broadside and broached. Focused on steerage and advancement, experimented with tacking to switch up sides but settled on a steady pry stroke just off-wind. Wore a groove in my paddle from the gunnel. Bitch about the oarlocks in my way (mounted for rowing the long parts of the Allagash). Went backwards once or twice.
Fun, but reminiscent of ice climbing in full conditions. That kind of fun, you know?




Toward dusk, the wind finally settled, the rise between the two ponds offered some protection, and the portage materialized. Four miles, damn near four hours. I'm light...



I suspect the Attean/Holeb portage, at 1.25mi, is a deal-breaker for some, but it's pretty well-maintained, pretty flat, and, well, pretty.







However, I'm still buzzing a bit from the recent push, somewhat disappointed to run into another party mid-way through their haul, and starting to feel mission-creep with the slow start and my sorta-tight time schedule for this whole evolution.
I hump my gear, jog back, and heft the pig.

por tage noun \ˈpȯr-tij\
a : the carrying of boats or goods overland from one body of water to another or around an obstacle (as a rapids)

b : the route followed in making such a transfer



Which sucks.
Now, I love this canoe. Why, I'm not exactly sure, as it has no rocker and has a huge waist, making it less than nimble in whitewater; it has no keel, so it tracks like a drunken sailor without constant tending. But it is indestructible, and packs gear like nobody's business.

But it's a tank. It goes nigh on 90 pounds, and this trip requires several "Indian rests" before I'm back out onto Holeb, in the dark.
I'm reluctant to share the obvious site with the other party, so I push out in the gloom, feel my way to the next and finally unpack and relax.



Up with the dawn, admire my surroundings.











Cast a bit, unsuccessfully. Pack up, and just as the sun's rising ... the wind picks up. Goddamnit.



Groundhog Day see 'Bill Murray'

Not as bad as yesterday, but pretty close. It's a smaller pond, probably 3 miles end-to-end, and it's not quite as choppy, but I'm making up no time, find myself going backwards at a few points and have to make myself work into a groove, enjoy the process, Namaste, Namaste, Namaste.
Have to laugh when the west end comes into view. No mistake putting those there, now is there?




hu·bris noun \ˈhyü-brəs\

: a great or foolish amount of pride or confidence


Now being the stubborn sort I am, and memory being what it is, I seem to recall finding the head of the Moose a tricky thing last trip, but I'm fairly confident about where I ultimately stumbled into it.
Well, either I don't know what the hell I'm talking about (likely) or the lower water level has made the rabbit-warren of marsh even more prone to cul-de-sac and reversing passages (also likely, and an explanation easier on my ego).





I paddle and pole and swear for at least an hour.
Maybe two.
Finally go back onto the open water, reconsider, head south, and Bob's yer uncle, find an outflow wide as a barn. Goddamnit.





Under an old railway trestle, and onto the Moose River.
Which starts out pretty shallow, narrow, and scrappy, dominated by trees felled by erosion and blow-downs, as well as enormous beaver action (and not the Quebecois stripclub kind).


ox·bow noun \ˈäks-ˌbō\
: something (as a bend in a river) resembling an oxbow

Implied somewhat by the DeLorme map, visible much better in aerial photos, one of the most recognizable characteristics of the Moose is its sinuous path. At this end and again through several lowland sections, it is not uncommon to find your compass bearing change greater than 180 degrees in the span of a couple minutes. And this seems to go on and on and on. And on.
And as if that's not enough, the river is basically flat-water paddling, essentially a long series of skinny ponds between ledges and Holeb Falls.



Looming cloud cover and the sun's downward path reawaken my haste. I'm planning to be off this rig by mid-day tomorrow and have the entire length of the river and then a couple miles of Attean to traverse before then. Hmmm ... wind-prone lakes, portages, flatwater paddling - mebbe I shoulda picked a different objective for a time-sensitive trip.

It's midafternoon and I dig in, again. This is a lot like work. Truthfully, though, I really enjoy paddling, much like an uphill ski track. It's honest labor, an end as well as a means. When the wind dies down, I shift from the center seat to the stern, decrease drag and lock into a rhythm, pushed by infantry cadences, dirty limericks, whatever. Eventually, the river takes on the mien expected of a signature Maine waterway. Mud and silt give way to rock and boulder; with the entrance of Barrett Brook she widens and imperceptibly quickens, and my mood lightens.





And then, that quickly, the roar of Holeb Falls can be heard, and felt, around the bend.

pokelogan regionalism, an branch or parallel waterway, also a 'bogan'

Convenient signage directs you left and then quickly right onto a side stream, through some massive erratics and to the mother of all strainers.





Yer walking again, yessir.
Having NO recollection of this part of the trip from two decades ago, my optimistic mind suggests it can't be too long or hard, right? Well, not so fast. In truth, it IS shorter than the last, but what it lacks in distance is made up in elevation gain and loss. My shoulders, recalling two days of upwind grind, one long carry, that root under the bivy sack last night, and that tree at Mad River Glen long ago, say together "Screw you".

tump·line noun \ˈtəmp-ˌlīn\
a sling formed by a strap slung over the forehead or chest and used for carrying or helping to support a pack on the back or in hauling loads





A quick hike out to see the falls (30 feet or so of drop) ...





... and back onto some of the nicest sections of the river.



[Now here it gets a bit embarrassing. Lining the canoe down a step-ledge (low water throughout has made the rips and falls pretty bony), I ship some water. NBD, as the kids say, except the camera ends up floating in the bow until I unload the gear to bail. Blot dry, blow out the batt and card, depress power button > fizzle. Sigh.]

It's getting late. Instead of setting up shop at Holeb Falls, I press to Spencer Rips, another hour or so downriver. The one site here is already occupied, so I burrow into the woodline next to the river, make a quick dinner and crash, finally feeling relaxed about my timeline and hoping to sleep the sleep of the just and righteous.

Except ... apparently, I'm next to a game trail. And throughout the night comes the 'tick, tick, tick' of deer hooves on gravel, then they stop, wait, catch my scent or hear the bivy sack rustle and either 'tick, tick, tick' away or give a big warning snort and crash into the bush.
Other than putting a kibosh on my expectations of a good night's sleep, this isn't too distressing. However, the thought of a moose coming down the same path and either blundering over me to get to the river or more scary, being startled to find me in the way and deciding to stomp me to death in anger, kinda keeps me on edge. It doesn't help that, being an, ahem, 'active' sleeper, I stake my bivy down most of the time. Encased in a mummy and then pegged to the ground like Gulliver is not conducive to a quick getaway, and it takes a while before these thoughts are crowded out by unconsciousness.



Of course, nothing happened. I woke up, probably around 0400 by habit, waited until the false dawn made an appearance, and got grub and some fishing in. The camera, having spent the night in the bag with me, proved to be sporadically working, so I limited its use and vowed to keep it dry the rest of the trip.







And the trip was nearly over. It started drizzling by sunrise and continued until I was out on Attean again.





But the paddling was less frenzied, mission creep had been negated, and despite the lean conditions, Attean Falls, at the end of the Moose - a series of two drops of 50 yards each, were runnable in the unloaded canoe, making for the only real whitewater of the trip. I did end up wading out to a couple high-sided in their Tripper to pull them off and get the rig straight for the next bit, and caught a few small trout below the falls.

A quiet and mercifully calm paddle across the east end of Attean got me back to the car. Said hi and thanks to Karl, packed up, and grabbed a greasy meal in Jackman. Drove home pleasantly tired, picking up a through-hiker redolent of trail and resin for a short bit before dropping him off at 16 along his way up to Baxter.





Car-to-car: 44hr
Distance: crow flies, 18mi; actual travel, 34mi or so

Birds: heron, eagles, osprey, red-tail, flickers (many!), scrub jays, bank swallows, crows, raven, various sparrows, red-head and downy woodpeckers, Canada geese, loons, red-wings, and a bunch of waterfowl I need to look up

Other critters: beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, the eponymous ungulate (a cow moose making her requisite appearance), beaver, beaver, beaver. Last trip out I also had a bear cub in camp one morning and saw the aurora - YMMV.

This is a great trip, especially for a 3-4 day timeframe and for folks not looking for fast water. I prefer the Allagash, Aroostook, and Penobscot rivers, but for solo travel, with no shuttle needed, it's hard to beat.
Thanks for playing.
Dale


































tradmanclimbs

Ice climber
Pomfert VT
Sep 20, 2014 - 05:33pm PT
WOW! super cool!
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