Virtual Hike Update

The Maine IAT Virtual Hike is going strong with 35 registered hikers. “What’s a Virtual Hike?” you may be asking. It’s a hike where you walk in your neighborhood (or, if you prefer, hike a section of an actual trail), keep track of your mileage and report it to the Maine IAT.

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Sisters on Six Day Winter Adventure

In 2016, I (Ellen Wilcox) solo-hiked the IAT East Branch route in Katahdin Woods and Waters National Monument, and ever since, I’ve wanted to explore the area in winter.  And so, on February 9th, my sister, Karen, and I packed up our sleds and headed out on a six-day winter adventure.  Our goal was to x-country ski and/or snowshoe the IAT route from the North Entrance of Katahdin Woods and Waters to Lunksoos Lean-to, then slackpack to the summits of Lunksoos and Deasey Mountains and return to Bowlin Camps.  As it turned out, Mother Nature had other plans for us.

The afternoon sun near Haskell Gate

Day 1 (North Entrance to Haskell Hut):  After parking my car at Bowlin Camps, we headed out — southbound from the North Entrance of Katahdin Woods and Waters — on x-country skis, pulling our camping gear and snowshoes behind us on sleds.  The sun was low over the mountains and the snow was covered in a veneer of ice that shone in the late-afternoon sun.  It didn’t take long for me to realize my skis weren’t going to work on the icy groomed trail so shortly after Haskell Gate, we switched to snowshoes.  After sun set, we traveled quietly, under a dark sky filled with bright stars and a beautiful half-moon. At Haskell Hut, we were greeted by a couple from Bar Harbor who had the fire blazing and hot water on the stove.  We had an enjoyable evening.

Day 2 (Haskell Hut to Bowlin Camps):Another day of sunshine and blue skies! Shortly after Haskell Hut, the groomed trail came to an end, so we switched to snowshoes for the rest of the trek. We stopped to enjoy the view at Haskell Deadwater, then at Haskell Rock Pitch we took the IAT route along the East Branch of the Penobscot River. It was a long, hard day. We zigzagged back and forth across mud-filled streams trickling down the trail, suddenly sunk in deep sinkholes in the snow, and endlessly pulled our sleds over, under, and around downed trees with the x-country skis (which were strapped to the top of our sleds) catching on every branch and tree in our path.

Grand Pitch Lean-to

At lunch time, we crawled down into Grand Pitch Lean-to which had a 4-foot wall of snow in front of it.

Suspension bridge to Bowlin Camps

Late afternoon, we finally made it to the suspension bridge which would take us to a warm cabin at Bowlin Camps on the other side of the river.However, the snow was to the top of the guardrails which meant our sleds could roll or slide off the side of the bridge and take us with them! Big Sister went first and bravely walked across with her snowshoes on, pulling her sled behind her (I couldn’t watch!).  Then I crawled across on my hands and knees, staring down at the torrential water rushing by below me – twice!  The first time, I dragged my pack and snowshoes across and the second time, I dragged my sled across with Karen’s help.  We enjoyed a relaxing evening at Bowlin Camps – the hosts were fantastic, and our cabin was perfect.  Since my car was parked there, we were able to resupply and get rid of the x-country skis.

On the trail to Big Spring Book Hut

Day 3 (Bowlin Camps to Big Spring Brook Hut):  It was a beautiful day, but there was a snowstorm in the forecast, so we reluctantly abandoned our plans to snowshoe the IAT route to Lunksoos Lean-to.  Instead, we went to Big Spring Brook Hut which was only four or five miles away.  We had to cross the suspension bridge again but this time, I “boldly” crawled across in one trip.  We broke trail via the K Comp Trail, then at the intersection to Big Spring Brook Hut, we got lucky – the trail was packed down and frozen enough to walk the rest of the way in boots and crampons.  Once again, the ice-covered snow gleamed in the sunshine and views of the mountains were magnificent.  At the hut, we lit a fire, shoveled out the latrine, and settled in.  So much for roughing it!

Day 4 (The Lookout):That morning, the sun was shining so we snowshoed up to The Lookout, a 2,000-foot peak overlooking the mountains in the eastern Katahdin foothills.

View from the Lookout

As we ascended, dark clouds rolled in and we could see the snow was moving in.  The 180-degree view from The Lookout was truly spectacular!

Big Spring Brook Hut

Day 5 (Snow day at Big Spring Brook Hut):  We woke up to snow and it snowed all day.  Karen worked on a jigsaw puzzle and I listened to an audiobook.  At one point, I snowshoed up the trail and attempted to toboggan down the hill on my sled, but the snow was too powdery.  Karen shoveled a path to the latrine while I brought wood in from the shed.  The hush of the falling snow and the solitude of the woods were absolute bliss!

BSB Hut latrine

Day 6 (Big Spring Brook Hut to the North Entrance):  We woke up to blue skies, sunshine, and 17 more inches of fresh, powdery snow.

Big snow

Our original plan was to snowshoe back to my car at Bowlin Camps, but the additional snow made the suspension bridge impassable, leaving us no choice but to snowshoe nine miles to Karen’s car at the North Entrance.  We were resigned to breaking trail most of the day and possibly having to camp out overnight.  We’d covered only two miles in three hours when suddenly, a snowmobile came flying over the hill in front of us!  Neither of us heard it coming and the driver didn’t see us, so we quickly dove into the deep snow to get ourselves and our sleds out of the way. Then another snowmobile came flying over the hill!  It was Mark and Susan, the trail groomers.  Thanks to these two amazing trail angels, we were able to snowshoe the rest of the way on groomed trails and didn’t have to camp out overnight.  They even shoveled Karen’s car out for us.  They also told us a group of kids from Camp Chewonki were clearing the IAT route along the river that day.  We didn’t cross paths with them, but we certainly saw the results of their hard work.  Bless them all!

North entrance to KWW

From the North Entrance, we drove to Bowlin Camps and dug my car out.We enjoyed a celebratory supper at Shin Pond Village, then Karen headed home to Augusta, and me to Nova Scotia.I so wanted my sister to see the waterfalls and pitches and had my heart set on summiting Lunksoos and Deasey Mountains in winter, but neither was meant to be.  I guess we’ll just have to come back and try again next winter.

Moroccan Trek on IAT

This didn’t use to be my idea of hiking, but I’ll take it. We were sitting on a rooftop terrace sipping Moroccan tea and looking out at a huge expanse of the High Atlas Mountains. Nearby was a big herd of sheep and lots of rocks and not much else.
From the time we’d gotten off the plane in Marrakesh, nearly everything we saw or did was something strange and wonderful and nothing like what I’d be doing back home. The mountains are beautiful and the people hospitable and the food exceptional.
My friend Jim Kern, founder of the Florida Trail, had planned the trip and then casually mentioned it to me in the same way that someone dangles catnip in front of a cat. It didn’t take me long to sign up.
Our jumping off point was the mountain town of Amizmiz, an hour’s drive from Marrakesh, the tourist center of Morocco. Once there we met our guide, Latifa Asselouf, and our mule driver, Brahim, and our mule, Whitey. We didn’t know what to expect and hadn’t realized that we would have a mule and wouldn’t be carrying much. Whitey made up for it, carrying great quantities of food, fuel, water and everything else we needed.
We started out right from our guide’s house in town. Across the street was a dirt track and we were soon winding our way up the hill. Before long we came to a shed where a donkey was powering an olive press and potters used a foot pedal to power their wheel. Later we popped in on a one-room school house and heard the children recite lessons and sing and then had lunch at the home of a Berber family. At nightfall we were high in the mountains in a small Berber village staying at the home of a family.
The I.A.T. has had a foothold in Morocco for a half dozen years with an initial route from near Marrakesh south to the ancient walled city of Taroudant. Eventually the trail could run 1,000 miles or more along the crest of the Atlas Mountains, from the Mediterranean Sea to the Sahara Desert. The snowcapped mountains soar to nearly 14,000 feet and are dotted with miles of ancient paths.
There’s no concept yet of a long-distance trail or of marked footpaths in general. Local people make use of the paths for transportation, not recreation for the most part. Since they know where they are going, there’s no need to mark the main paths or the many alternates.

Right now, there are about 80 licensed guides in Morocco including 7 women. Latifa was one of the first two women and is an exceptional guide. Guides are strongly recommended. The mountain people are very conservative and have a strong culture. Unlocking the secrets of this culture is not easy and it’s also easy to run afoul of their traditions.
Not long after our trip two Scandinavian women were murdered near the main mountain town of Imlil while traveling on their own in the area. We never felt afraid while with our guide and we saw much, much more than we ever could have on our own. We were also spoiled with three hot and terrific meals each day, great scenery and the chance to meet many local people.
Recreational hiking is still relatively new in Morocco but it’s such a fascinating, inexpensive and accessible place that it’s likely to become a much more popular destination. There is a wide range of possible trips. We took a short and easy trip on old dirt paths, topping out at 6,000 feet. It’s possible to venture much higher and on more difficult trips as well. While wading through throngs in Marrakesh, Morocco does not seem remote and undiscovered. But the many mountain paths are not crowded and they yield fascinating discoveries constantly.

Let the 2018 Hiking Season Begin!

The 2018 hiking/backpacking season is in full swing–in (where else?) Florida!
If the latest report from Sandra Friend (Florida Trail Hikers Alliance) is any indication, 2018 is shaping to be a banner year, not only for thru-hikers on the Florida National Scenic Trail, but also for hikers (in record numbers) coming out of Florida on the Eastern Continental Trail.
Presently, and to date, there are 66 long-distance hikers on the Florida Trail. Here’s Sandra Navigator Friend’s report:
“Good morning Eb! Here’s the full list of ECT Hikers. They’re scattered from the Keys to the Suwannee. All are looking forward to meeting you.
Will Dukes, Christopher Ellmann, Tony Flaris, Matt Softwalker Halfar, Joe King, Jeremy Knopp, Matt Gator Miller, Emily Fine Line Rhodes, Albert Ninja Tortoise Scott, Theresa Sheahan, and Cory Last Buck Talbert.
Total 66 FT hikers known so far: 53 thru (including the 11 above) and 12 section”
Ah yes folks, 2018 is going to be a great year for hiking/backpacking!
So, grab your pack, head south–and let’s hit the trail!

Nimblewill Nomad (Eb)

Long Distance IAT hiker – "Sail Away" How she got her trail name

You might sit down. There’s a story behind every name, yours and mine; and here’s a part of it I think you ought to know.
On Nov. 13, 2017, Niels Tietze fell to his death in a rappelling accident from Fifi Buttress in Yosemite National Park. He was a phenomenal climber, a mad potterer, and an errant philosopher; he lived his life with infectious vitality. On my forays out in search of humanity, he made an excellent stopping point for books, food, and good conversation.(He would also hate this.) “I’m definitely planning on being forgotten,” he said. Ok, Niels.
To understand how this fits into our story, walk back a few years into the meadowlands of Yosemite Valley, with the grasses waving gold between tall glacier-eroded cliffs, near the banks of the Merced. Imagine me: a wee lassie, struggling with depression like a bagel, newly sprung from the university scene, with no idea who I am or what I am doing, wondering how a physics-oriented** rapscallion, drenched in mediocrity, sadness, and erstwhile failure, ended up getting an internship as a backcountry ranger in some random valley in the western mountains of our vast turtle continent.
**For the record, you don’t need a degree in the outdoors to work as a ranger. Or to be outdoors, in fact. Crazy stuff, I know.
There were four of us, all lasses that year (truly they are amazing people) and all certified EMTs, because the corridor we were assigned to had a consistently high level of incidents and preparation is great. We lived in two canvas-walled cabins on the SAR site in Camp 4. Mostly, I patrolled the trails as a mediocre intern, functioned as a mediocre SAR technician when necessary, and existed as a mediocre socially awkward bagel* in camp.
There were four of us, all lasses that year (truly they are amazing people) and all certified EMTs, because the corridor we were assigned to had a consistently high level of incidents and preparation is great. We lived in two canvas-walled cabins on the SAR site in Camp 4. Mostly, I patrolled the trails as a mediocre intern, functioned as a mediocre SAR technician when necessary, and existed as a mediocre socially awkward bagel* in camp.
*Truly nothing changes, my people.
There is no real way to write about folks who have touched your life. Every human I met that summer did; and they are all important. Sometimes, we lose our words; but hold your horses, dear reader. Perhaps I can tell it in this way, going backwards from the present.
You call me Sail because when Don Hudson asked how I would hike across the Atlantic, I said something like, “mumble snarfle sail or something snarfle grumble.” Then he said, “This is great!! SAIL AWAY. How’s that for a name,” and it was good.

Sail Away

Follow IAT Hiker, Sail Away, on her blog
But if we are about trails, and where I will be this summer/fall/hopefully-not-blizzards, check out the Pinhoti (AL-GA) to the Benton Mackaye Trail (GA) to the glorious and official Appalachian Trail. From now until I decide to stop, I will be gallivanting about madly, doing science (SCIENCE!) and in all other ways making a nuisance of myself in formerly respectable neighborhoods. So it goes.
The plan is to halt this winter and convalesce in Maine (and perhaps more science), then continue hiking into international lands in the spring of 2018, then perhaps sail across the ocean, then perhaps continue hiking. It shall be grand. You. I. Us, all together wonderful.
Send me letters, or food, or come join me in person!
Peace, Sail Away

From the Trail… Sharing Space

Trails are often designed and built for a specific purpose. The first 50 or so miles along the IAT, heading south from the border crossing, has become a multi-use trail, but not by any grand design or plan.

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