The trip report catch-up continues!!
**Disclaimer: I want to be upfront; this is NOT advised as a hike for most dogs. It's a big undertaking, physically and mentally.
|Thanks to Kimberly D. for the pic!|
Okay, that out of the way... Ty and I did a Presi Traverse!!! As I think I mentioned in my Washington post, we ran into our friend Kimberly on the way down the Crawford Path and she mentioned she was planning a traverse in a couple of weeks and she graciously allowed Ty and I to join. I've become quite addicted to sunrise colors & talus fields and this hike is a powerful enabler, especially under the incredible conditions we were granted by the weather gods!
Post-chase. Threw her in the car just
how she was when I scooped her up in
The pre-hike story is rather long but suffice to say we had an absolutely terrifying deer chase in the middle of the night as I was loading her and a couple last things in the car to head out. We were both bloody but a record (in a good way) 15 minutes after she first took off, I had her back so we went out anyways. After driving way too fast, we were only a few minutes late meeting Kimberly for the car spot at the parking lot on Clinton Rd for the connector. Soon after (including one stinky drive with a mysteriously rank dog), we were at the Appalachia trailhead, where we met up with Ann, who joined us for the first two summits.
I'll keep the written summary short, as most of the story is in the pictures (of which there are many) and it's more for memory's sake. Advanced apologies it's not as organized as usual.
We hit the trail (Valley Way) at 2:30 AM and Kimberly and Ann set a fast pace! I don't know if it was the speed or poor memory, but going up Valley Way was nowhere near as difficult as I'd anticipated. Not that any part was particularly challenging but I remember coming down it a couple of years ago thinking I wouldn't want to go up. Every once in awhile, we could see the sky on fire with vibrant reds and oranges in the pre-dawn light. As that light took over the sky, we passed the hut and began our climb over the talus to Madison's summit. Let me just say: it was glorious. So very special. Boulder fields are not particularly difficult, it's just a matter of picking one's way. We had the summit to ourselves around 5:15 AM and took in the views as much as we could before heading down.
|Hmmm, care to guess why Ty stays leashed|
til being above treeline?!
|Summit Numero Uno!|
|Looking south-ish (Adams and Washington)|
|Looking west-ish (Adams)|
We took a break at the hut, where we saw a large jackrabbit (I leashed Ty for a bit!) then headed up Gulfside. I absolutely loved this stretch of trail. It was a combination of stone dust-like gravel, talus, and winding between low rocks and grass until reaching Thunderstorm Junction.
|We're going that way!|
|Such a beautiful trail with the laboriously|
|Just a trail pup making a pretty pose|
|Looking down into Great Gully(?)|
Then came another stretch of picking one's way over talus on Lowe's Path to reach Adams' summit. Again, not terribly steep, just a matter of picking one's way. Despite passing a group of fellow traverses and a couple miscellaneous hikers, we had another summit to ourselves and enjoyed the effect the still-rising sun had on our photos.
|Where we're headed|
|Where we came from (from the summit of Adams)|
|So much talus! |
Back down at Thunderstorm Junction (giant cairn), we bid farewell to Ann, who was headed home for a nap before a Franconia ridge traverse!
Between Adams and Jefferson was longer than I recalled but often very enjoyable. It was a bit steep after passing through the col and heading up Jefferson and Ty actually needed to evaluate one particular set of rocks. It was a relief when the ground leveled and the rocky summit came into view. We tried to linger and Ty even laid down while we had our first real food since beginning but Kimberly saw a mondo bee of some kind and we made haste departing.
|Looking back from whence we came|
|Another view back at Adams|
|Summit rockpile up ahead|
|Super official summit marker, no?|
More picking our way over rocks... then Monticello Lawn! Pictures and (morbidly, I admit) stories from Not Without Peril
had created high expectations that were promptly met. It is quite surreal and tranquil to walk over a somewhat-easier-than-the-last-few-miles path through a field that seems like any other except it sprawls out at over 5,400 feet in elevation.
|Departing the summit|
|Monticello lawn with Washington in the background|
|If only she'd look at me like that!|
|Mt Clay up ahead. We skipped it but it'll be a nice peak to visit some other day!|
Eventually we reached a spring that Ty plowed right through (oye) and the junction where we opted to go around (vs. over) Mt Clay. Around that point we met the first other dog of the day, a gorgeous black and tan GSD with her two young, fast-paced companions and I wondered if they were also doing a traverse. If Ty hadn't had her 15 minute sprint before the hike, I think she would have abandoned us for them! It was also at this point we started encountering more hikers.
|Looking back (again!) The beauty of being|
above treeline is the 360* views
That trend continued as we proceeded closer and closer to Washington. 100% above treeline, there isn't too much to describe that can't be understood through pictures.
|One of my favorite views|
|The rockpile portion of "the rockpile"|
Other than running in to buy hot dogs for Ty (cash only, FYI!) and looking for Kimberly's friend who was participating in the road race, we didn't linger due to Ty's extreme stress. This dog.... Onto the Crawford path we hopped on our way to the hut and last three summits.
|My only summit shot - supporters and racers from the road race|
In design and terrain, the Crawford Path is among my absolute favorites. It's also a zoo and we were constantly moving over for those heading up. Generally, the trail is smooth but easy-to-descend rock with stretches of sand-like gravel/dust here and there.
At the Lakes of the Clouds hut, I ushered Ty to the only patch of shade and she immediately collapsed into a sleep so deep, she hardly noticed a gorgeous pittie giving her a sniff down (I didn't notice him at first either!) but the hut staff did immediately when he snuck in.
|Just had to share so everyone can see how|
she initially felt about her boots!
Ty awoke to Ruffwear Summit Trex
on her feet (courtesy of Backcountry K-9) as part of their Brand Ambassador team, as very tiny portions of the sides of a couple toes and dewclaw were a bit red. (Prior to the hut, I had been applying a protective cream
regularly). She struggled up Monroe (due to the boots) but was a pro by the time we followed Kimberly onto a side path to skip Mt Franklin, as she had to boulder-hop the way down the loop.
From the shortcut, we followed the Crawford Path towards Eisenhower and I could feel the end was nearing... sort of! The stretch between Monroe and Eisenhower was something I'd yearned to do for awhile and that special-ness carried me mentally for the next couple miles while Kimberly was subjected to the sounds of a clumsily galloping horse tailgating her (Ty in boots!).
|I love the view of the AT winding over the ridge|
|This trail is so enchanting to me|
Ty bonked as the hump up to Ike's summit began. Finally, I pulled out my remaining PB&J sandwich to coax her. Miscellaneous warning: Xylitol, the sweetener, is now common in many pantry products. Check labels more than ever before sharing with your pups!
We passed by the summit sans celebration due to the moderate crowd and reactive Weim but Ty was okay without more of a break for another mile or so. Between Ike and Pierce is usually a favorite meander and I had to keep reminding myself of that, as my mental energy was waning along with Ty's physical stamina. The more we stopped for her, the more I was ready to reach the next junction. Kimberly was definitely stronger and more patient than me!
The views were still fantastic but the temps started to rise as we lost elevation. We finally made it to the Webster-Jackson junction and I dropped my pack and coaxed Ty to jog up to Pierce's summit cairn with me to make the traverse official.
From there to the Mizpah Cutoff, Kim humored me with some conversation to pass the time but time started to drag. By the last three-quarter mile I was mentally d-o-n-e. I'd done that trail a handful of times and yet, around every corner, I expected to see landmarks like Gibbs Falls that never seemed to appear. When we finally reached the falls, instead of celebrating, I merely thought of the next checkpoint, knowing all the while I was being a brat but didn't care. Kimberly pulled ahead as I lagged for either myself or Ty. I had run out of water at the exact point I had predicted I would but with more serious consequences. In comparison to how much we'd hiked I hadn't eaten or drank enough and I'd started to feel the effects. (Extremely) luckily for me, Kimberly had gatorade in the car that she graciously shared. I owe that woman....
Anyhoo.... that was our Presi Traverse! Paw-friendly? No. Dog-friendly? Not particularly. Spectacular? Yes. There are definitely more strenuous and steeper/more technical hikes in the Whites and beyond but 19.8 miles over 7 summits (or more for those who do the unofficial peaks), mostly above treeline and often over rough talus is not something one shouldn't consider lightly for their pup (or themselves!). I'm proud to say my almost 8 year old did it and did it well but we will probably split it up into smaller loops and traverses from now on for the sake of enjoyment. We started strong and ended with lots of breaks dictated by Ty for the last few miles, that I'm grateful Kimberly was patient about, totaling 15.5 hours - a very long and memorable day!
Double bacon cheeseburger instead of her usual
naked patty after this big day!