In order to not feel like I was completely lazy all weekend, I decided to go explore in the woods a little today. I've always had an interest in old logging camps so I decided to check one out in the West Canada Lakes Wilderness that I found on an old map. In the back of my head I realized that Blue Ridge Mountain was nearby and if I felt the itch I could summit. I've toyed with the idea of going for the Hundred Highest Adirondack peaks but of lately I've developed a distaste for lists so progress has been slow.
I hit the trail from the Pillsbury TH around 8:30 and reached my turn into the woods in short order. I was surprised how easy the logging road was to find. I was even more surprised that it appears to get use - it even had 2 sets of recent boot tracks. Having been in the woods a time or two, the road was generally easy to follow. Despite this, I would still caution that proper navigation skills are essential as there are scores of confusing side trails and I did lose the road on more than one occasion.
I enjoyed the relative seclusion of the woods and shortly found myself at the camp. I explored a little bit then made my way up to a marshy pond a little ways from the camp. It was great to get some views!
I paused for a bit to take in the view and realized that it was only a little after 10am and that I would still feel lazy if I turned back now. The trip had been going much quicker than planned and the woods had been fairly open. My GPS claimed I was only a 1/2 mile away from the summit of Blue Ridge Mountain. Having no good excuses, I started the bushwhack to the summit.
The woods were fairly open all the way to the summit. Sure there was some blow down and some spruce, but where isn't there? I reached summit around 11am, grabbed a snack with a view and silently contemplated why the summit marker was a Bud and not a Labatt can. My ambition no longer in question, I decided to skip searching for the plane crash and made my way back to the car before 1:30. I'm sure I'll return to check out the wreck once I've done the proper research.
I hit the trail from the Pillsbury TH around 8:30 and reached my turn into the woods in short order. I was surprised how easy the logging road was to find. I was even more surprised that it appears to get use - it even had 2 sets of recent boot tracks. Having been in the woods a time or two, the road was generally easy to follow. Despite this, I would still caution that proper navigation skills are essential as there are scores of confusing side trails and I did lose the road on more than one occasion.
I enjoyed the relative seclusion of the woods and shortly found myself at the camp. I explored a little bit then made my way up to a marshy pond a little ways from the camp. It was great to get some views!
I paused for a bit to take in the view and realized that it was only a little after 10am and that I would still feel lazy if I turned back now. The trip had been going much quicker than planned and the woods had been fairly open. My GPS claimed I was only a 1/2 mile away from the summit of Blue Ridge Mountain. Having no good excuses, I started the bushwhack to the summit.
The woods were fairly open all the way to the summit. Sure there was some blow down and some spruce, but where isn't there? I reached summit around 11am, grabbed a snack with a view and silently contemplated why the summit marker was a Bud and not a Labatt can. My ambition no longer in question, I decided to skip searching for the plane crash and made my way back to the car before 1:30. I'm sure I'll return to check out the wreck once I've done the proper research.
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