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Middle Settlement Lake loop |
Ryan loves stopping for pictures. |
I've learned that when Riley gets tired, all I need to do is power her up with some snacks. She'll eat about 10 M&Ms (biting them in half to savor the flavor) and be charged up for an hour of hiking.
The forest was beautiful. The bugs were low (they almost always are when you're moving).
I'm fascinated by the mushrooms! They are awesome.
The lake was inhabited. Inhabited by two groups of partying young men. We met one of the groups, which consisted of a couple of soldiers from Ft. Drum. The other group, we only heard. The two we met were nice enough, but clearly had been drinking most of the day. They went and joined the other group at night (we met them as they were walking to the other group), and partied until early morning. They were chopping wood at about 2am, which is too bad as they were camped only a couple of hundred yards from us. Incidentally, we didn't get back on the trail until almost 9am. They were still sleeping.
Middle Settlement Lake |
Ryan and I brought our fly rods. We've been out of fly fishing for several years and decided it's time to get back into it. Things were a little unorganized in terms of gear, but that will be solved by the next trip (USPS willing). There were no fish to be caught on this trip. The other two groups had been trying all weekend with no success, either. It probably coincided with the lack of bugs (and the rising barometric pressure).
We headed out, the following day. There is a lean-to nearby (that the group we didn't meet used). Those boys left right before we did. They went back the way we came (clockwise around the lake). Sadly, when we got to the lean-to, we found a lot of trash.
Apparently, the trip from Middle Settlement Lake around the counter-clockwise side of the lake is not used quite as much. The trail was iffy in several spots. There was one serious ascent that had Riley crying. We had to tell her that crying made it harder to breathe. In true Riley fashion - once armed with that information, she rationalized not to cry during the tricky parts.
The first afternoon, we came to a stream that was about 30 feet wide. It was moving pretty well. There was a couple of logs laid across it, but they were pretty high up. We opted to forge the stream - using our trekking poles against the current, and all was well. The water was knee high on me, waist high on Riley.
On the way back to the trailhead the next day, we came upon two rivers/beaver ponds that we had to cross. The first thought was to cross the dam, but that's not always safe. The other was to cross above the dam, but it's hard to say how deep that is. The third way to go was below the dam. This was our route for both crossings.
We were pretty deep on these. I got to almost waist height. I had to pick Riley up and carry her over one spot. Everyone did really well. I think next time, we'll dry it above the dam. There should be fewer logs on the bottom and if it doesn't work, we'll back up and go with the proven method.
Dang beavers |
We covered some area with ferns that were taller than me. It was great. It's kind of strange to think that dinosaurs walked among the same plants. The bugs got a little worse, but still not bad. Candie and Riley were almost bite free. Ryan and I shed some clothing. We didn't feel any of the bites that day, but 2 days later our arms and legs were really itchy. Lesson learned.
We got off the trail, after traversing that steep spot we encountered in the beginning. It was definitely trickier on the way down. It was a great trip, despite some loud neighbors and getting wet with a little rain toward the end. I can't wait for the next trip. Is there a way to get paid for this?
Thanks for reading!
I think I was looking at a bug on my arm. |