Joe and
I had limited time available for hiking, but with beautiful March weather
predicted, we decided to fit in a hike close to home. The Firewarden's Trail on Pleasant Mt. in Bridgton, Me. fit the bill. A quick 2 1/2
mile hike would bring us to the summit.
I'd been wanting
to check out the Firewarden's trail for some time. My AMC Maine Mountain Guide said there's a cabin, and shelter,
with campsite, about half way to the summit. I was curious to see if
this would be a good place to take a friend who is new to hiking.
Guess I better get myself an updated version of the Guide, as we found no
sign of a cabin or shelter in that area.
The beginning of the trail was mostly bare ground, but we soon hit a
ribbon of ice. At first we bare booted it, although we were carrying
our crampons. Often we had to push through the woods along
side the trail, in order to find secure footing. After a while we got
tired of fighting the brush, and stopped to put on the crampons.
With them on our feet, life became much easier. We could just stroll up the
ice.
Who did this?
Is this from a Pileated Woodpecker?
Icy trail
Not easy walking without crampons.
Crampons
With crampons, no problem at all.
Cabin
Is this the fire warden's cabin?
Mt. Washington
Clouds engulf the summit.
Joe
With Mt. Washington in the background.
Mabel
With the fire tower.
Heading home
Joe performs his ritual "Crampons On Ice" dance.
Shortly before reaching the summit we came across a small cabin.
An investigation showed small animals had made a mess of the inside.
It sure didn't look very inviting. My guide book makes no mention of
a cabin at this location. Can't figure out if the guide book simply
was wrong in the placement, or if the cabin has been moved.
Once we reached the summit we met up with loads of people. The
good weather had inspired more than just us to get out and hike. Most of the rest had
come up on the other side of the mountain, though. They reported the
trails all dry on that side.
We wandered around the summit, taking in the views, and then sat and
ate lunch. What a great time of year to hike. The temperature
was just right, and no black flies. Too soon, it was time to
head home.
As we made our way down the ice, we met up with other hikers coming up.
None had crampons, and they looked with envy at ours. Yep, I love my
crampons.