On Wednesday, Bib and I hiked to Seymour on what may have been the last day for shorts (at least for me). It was a balmy 15 C/60 F and, although the red foliage was gone, the remaining gold, amber, and umber leaves brightened up the scenery.
Along the way we heard the sound of trail work on the nearby Blueberry Horse Trail. Both Blueberry and Ward brook lean-tos were occupied although the occupants were away. The bear-hang at Blueberry lean-to was almost textbook perfect if it wasn't for the branch a foot below the bag!
We were moments behind one other hiker who we overtook during the ascent. We spent almost an hour on the summit chatting with Tim, a young, aspiring 46er. Eventually the brisk wind, at Seymour's northwestern lookout, convinced us to either throw on a layer or begin our descent (we chose the latter).
We parted company with Tim at the truck trail and headed east to inspect the Number Four lean-tos. Their nomenclature is curious; one is called Number Four #1 and the other is Number Four #2. They are in excellent condition and feature picnic tables, firepits, and a few tools to keep the place tidy. They are "old school"; they are located adjacent to the trail and back onto a brook. There's also a three-sided paddock for hitching horses. The truck trail east of the lean-tos looks just as inviting as the portion west of it.
On the way back to Ward Brook lean-to, we met four backpackers from Pennsylvania (split into two groups of two) and suggested they spend the night at Number Four. They planned to circumnavigate the Seward Range over the next four days. Sadly, Wednesday was probably the best day because the forecast called for rain throughout their trip. One was sanguine about it and mentioned they were prepared and it "wasn't their first rodeo". We wished them well and only walked a few more yards before meeting one more backpacker who planned to hike Seymour the following day. I don't imagine it was a day for shorts.
The remaining miles to the trailhead were a repeat of the morning's journey although they felt slightly longer. It was a very pleasant day with great company. Bib and I hope to return before year's end but I don't imagine we'll be wearing shorts!
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Bib along the Blueberry Trail on a balmy day.
A potential flaw in the plan.
Ampersand Lake and yours truly.
Testing the limits of friction.
Golden world.
Along the way we heard the sound of trail work on the nearby Blueberry Horse Trail. Both Blueberry and Ward brook lean-tos were occupied although the occupants were away. The bear-hang at Blueberry lean-to was almost textbook perfect if it wasn't for the branch a foot below the bag!
We were moments behind one other hiker who we overtook during the ascent. We spent almost an hour on the summit chatting with Tim, a young, aspiring 46er. Eventually the brisk wind, at Seymour's northwestern lookout, convinced us to either throw on a layer or begin our descent (we chose the latter).
We parted company with Tim at the truck trail and headed east to inspect the Number Four lean-tos. Their nomenclature is curious; one is called Number Four #1 and the other is Number Four #2. They are in excellent condition and feature picnic tables, firepits, and a few tools to keep the place tidy. They are "old school"; they are located adjacent to the trail and back onto a brook. There's also a three-sided paddock for hitching horses. The truck trail east of the lean-tos looks just as inviting as the portion west of it.
On the way back to Ward Brook lean-to, we met four backpackers from Pennsylvania (split into two groups of two) and suggested they spend the night at Number Four. They planned to circumnavigate the Seward Range over the next four days. Sadly, Wednesday was probably the best day because the forecast called for rain throughout their trip. One was sanguine about it and mentioned they were prepared and it "wasn't their first rodeo". We wished them well and only walked a few more yards before meeting one more backpacker who planned to hike Seymour the following day. I don't imagine it was a day for shorts.
The remaining miles to the trailhead were a repeat of the morning's journey although they felt slightly longer. It was a very pleasant day with great company. Bib and I hope to return before year's end but I don't imagine we'll be wearing shorts!
Photo Album: http://ift.tt/2eXkdaD
Bib along the Blueberry Trail on a balmy day.
A potential flaw in the plan.
Ampersand Lake and yours truly.
Testing the limits of friction.
Golden world.
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