Walked out of the Pines campsite and later topped out on Doubletop
It was hard to leave the only true campsite we’ve stayed in for the past week. Five nights were spent in lean-tos and one in a bunkhouse. No condensation on the inside of my tent, despite it being pitched 20 feet from the edge of this decent-sized Long Pond. It sprinkled for 5 minutes, and then the sky looked like it was going to rain, but by mid-morning, it was blue overhead once again. Guthook’s sporting his very tidy tarp set-up.
I’ve tried the tarp option several times. It doesn’t work for me. I do like to write in the dark, and the moths that come at me due to my screen light or headlamp drive me crazy, not to mention the need for carrying an extra waterproof bag to stash my gear in during a rain.
There was mucho mud on the way out from the Fowler area. I always avoid stepping in mud, which I consider it a dangerous lubricant. Where mud is found, elevated split log paths are generally not far head, and those moss-covered, worn-to-a-smooth-sheen, and treacherous “walkways” had better be negotiated in as dry conditions as possible. I sometimes pull my ever-present bandanna out of my rear pocket to dry off a wet Vibram sole before bouldering up steep rocks. Bashed knees hurt and when cut badly tend to get infected. Just one misplaced step and you are done is my mantra, ever humming in the background of my consciousness.
We all hiked out quickly and then drove 25 miles (speed limit 20 MPH) to Nesowadnehunk Field Campground where we spent our last night in a lean-to that looks out to Doubletop Mountain. The rushing sound of water nearby is easily the best background music there is. The site we have is thick with cool green grass, which feels like magic to my tender feet.
Doubletop is a superb hike. Since I have been home I have been re-reading Katahdin, By John Neff. The book details the history of the the mountain. Baxter is actually more wild today than when it was at it’s logging peak period, over 100 years ago. Check out this photo on page 112 of the book of some “sports” crossing Nesowadnehunk Stream with DoubleTop framed in the distance.
Here is my photo of the same point today, wilder, and definitely no buckboard horse rides into the Park:
The hike up Doubeltop from Nesowadnehunk Field is comprised of three parts. The first segment parallels the stream and is fairly level for a mile or so. My 1979 edition of Cloe Chunn’s 50 Hikes in the Maine Mountains provides some further details about this hike. Things in this park definitely get wilder by the decade. For example, a footbridge across Doubletop Brook that was mentioned in 1997 is gone. I concur with Chun’s reporting the middle mile as “excruciatingly steep”.
The upper third section gets much more moderate, and enters what I felt was some of the most interesting and beautiful high trail in the park, a veritable wonderland of moss covered boulders, shady nooks, and outright world class trail. After the return of steepness to the end of the ascent, you walk up a short metal ladder, and there you are- on the 3,488′ north peak.
From this point, the views of O-J-I, South and North Brother, and outline of Katahdin behind The Owl are all superlative.
I passed on heading over the 0.2 miles to the south peak, as I have done that hike from the other side. However, Guthook went over there and took the route down toward the Kidney Pond area, where Chris drove and picked him up. I doubled back to return to our lean-to and spend our our final night in Baxter State Park.