Tom, Field, Willey (without Alex) -- Feb 15, 2009

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Cut and pasted from http://trishgrid.blogspot.com
Accompanying pictures can be found there..
*However, pictures today aren't too exciting, I didn't get any views.
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Tom (2), Field (2), and Willey (2) -- February 15, 2009
Traverse -- Avalon Trail, A-Z Trail, and Mt. Tom Spur to Tom, then Willey Range Trail to Field and Willey, then down Ethan Pond Trail.

8.5 miles total.

Alex and I were supposed to hike today, but Friday night she came down with the flu. So instead, I decided to knock off a few winter 4Ks.

I had to start and end early, since I needed to be back in MA by 6:30pm. I began the hike at 7am, hoping to eventually join a group containing Bob and Geri, Jason, and a few others. They were to set off at 8am -- I figured they would overtake me at some point.

The trailhead, in the 7am morning light...

This trail was such a sidewalk that I didn't even need microspikes. I hoofed up in unaided Sorels.

Every once in a while, I would stop and listen....to the wonderful, sensational silence. It was perfectly quiet. Little snowflakes were drifting down through the trees. It was peaceful. Fulfilling.

Soon enough, I arrived at Avalon's intersection with the A-Z.

I took a slight break here. I had to move onward after only a few minutes, however, because the cold temperatures were getting to me.

Feeling happy and silly, I wrote my name and an arrow in the snow, to make sure the group knew I was going up to Tom (and not heading straight to Field).

Off I went, up the lovely snowy sidewalk.

Here's a bit of the steep section that leads down to a (snow-covered) stream crossing.

And climbing away from the crossing...

Trail was steep for a bit now, just like I remembered.

I began to hear sounds of the SAR helicopter over on the Presidential Range. Two hikers were missing and there was a rescue operation going on. (I found out later that they both turned up safe and sound.)

After a bit of huffing and puffing, I came to the Mt. Tom Spur.

Another break here, before moving along on the beautiful, packed trail.

The summit this morning was a tad uninspiring...the cairn was buried and the view menu consisted solely of cloud...

Some food and water, then I headed down.

After another quick rest, I made another silly snow sign, then headed down the A-Z for 100 yards until I came to the Willey Range Trail.

At first, the trail was nice and packed, just like the nice trek up Mt. Tom.

This continued for a few tenths of a mile, and then the trail seemingly stopped. I know bryan from VFTT did this traverse just yesterday...however, the wind had blown 2-24 inches of snow over much of his work. I strapped on the snowshoes and followed what looked like the path. Whenever I began to become uncertain, remnants of bryan's tracks would appear and the way would become clear. Somewhere along the line, one of my poles snapped in two. I secured them to my pack (or so I thought) and continued onward.

After a little over half a mile of quasi-trailbreaking, I reached the signpointing toward Field.

I climbed the last 100 yards or so, then realized I was missing one of the broken pieces of my pole. I climbed back down and searched a bit, could not find it, then climbed back up the path. I knew Bob, Geri, and Jason were behind me somewhere, and I hoped they would come across it so it would not litter the trail (I found out later they did indeed see it and pick it up -- much thanks, folks!).

The summit cairn of Field was -- surprise surprise -- buried. I walked on all the high bits around the place where the cairn is supposed to be.

The viewpoint provided...more cloud!

More snacks and silly signage, and I headed toward Willey.

At first, the tree branches were at eye level. A bit of manuevering was required to avoid being poked in the face.

The trees soon opened up, and the path headed down. And down. And down. I started to hate this bit -- I absolutely dreaded having to come back this way in order to get back to Field (in order to get back down to the car). In addition, I managed to pull a muscle in my right leg, and each step began to become increasingly painful. I took some aspirin and trudged onward, really, truly, very much dreading having to come back this way.

After much muttering and cursing, I dragged myself up to Willey.

There was a man sitting at the summit, having his lunch. He offered to take my picture.

Turns out this man's name is John, and he usually hikes with his son....who was home sick today with a cold. I told him that I usually hike with my daughter, but that she was home sick today with the flu! We struck up a very pleasant conversation and ate lunch together. He's an avid hiker and climber, and we spoke of different trails and mountains.

He had come up the Ethan Pond Trail....which he declared to be nicely broken out. And then he said the magic words -- "If you want to go down that way, I can give you a ride back to your car."

Yippee!!!! I was THRILLED not to have to trudge back up Field. I made some more snow signage for Bob, Geri, Jason and the others, and off we went.

Before I began the descent, I took a picture at the viewpoint and got -- more cloud, yea..!

The way down did seem nicely packed out...

We reached the first steep bit, and there was no choice but to butt-slide. The descent was a mile-a-minute, very fast. I used my snowshoes to plow into the snow, so I wouldn't crash into a tree.

Then we came to one pitch that was...treacherous. Fun, but treacherous. At this point, there was also a nice view, for the first time today...

But, back to the trail. This picture does not do the steep grade justice.

I sat down and started to slide....and then realized it was crucial I take off my snowshoes. This particular pitch was way too steep, there was nothing to hold onto, and I didn't want the shoes to catch on something and have my ankle/lower legs break! I grabbed onto a little tree limb that was sticking out of the snow and frantically unfastened a snowshoe...nothing but the little limb was holding me back from an extremely fast descent. I threw the snowshoe down the trail, then threw my pole (and a half) down the trail, then went to work on the second snowshoe. I got it off just as the limb bent and my fingers slipped. I proceeded to slide uncontrollably down the slope. At some point I was able to reach out and grab one of my snowshoes as I zoomed by. I finally came to a rest safely....John stood a little ways away with a big smile on his face. He was gracious enough to climb up the trail to retrieve the other snowshoe, and the pole (and a half). I thanked him profusely and stowed the 'shoes and the poles safely away. It was now time to buttslide as much as possible, and snowshoes would only get in the way.

We slid down all the steep bits, which was really the only way to descend considering the snow and the grade. When we could finally stand and walk, we left the snowshoes off. We managed to descend in the soft snow wihtout postholing more than a couple of times....however, in retrospect, I think we should have put them back on to avoid postholing altogether.

We reached the Ethan Pond Trail...

and continued down, enjoying our conversation and chatting happily the entire way.

Once we reached the bottom, John again offered to take my picture.

As I put my pack in John's car, I realized I was missing one of my insulated Nalgenes! That was fastened to my pack via strong velcro. I imagine it came off during that one especially fast and furious descent?! Arg.

John gave me a ride back to Crawford Notch, and we parted company. It was truly a pleasure hiking with him, and again, I was so happy not to have to hike back up Field!!

I left a note on Bob and Geri's car, drove home, unpacked, left a few pm's for the folks I missed today, and headed out. I made it back to MA just in time for Hugh to make his flight.

'Twas a nice day in the woods!
 
nice report, Trish. I'm glad you made it back in time for Hugh.

We were having fun with the Grey Jays along the way, and weren't flying across the trail....well, except for down the back side of Willey.:cool:

I think I heard someone break the sound barrier on the slide down the ladders!:eek:
 
Trish . . . you almost seem to outdo yourself with each TR. All your TRs are so entertaining to read. Sorry this particular trip had a few “bumps in the road” so to speak. But, glad to read that it had a happy ending!
 
Jason - -thanks. I'm glad you folks had a good hike. In retrospect, I'm glad it worked out the way it did, because I was very time-conscious the entire trip. I didn't have the time to stop for very long periods.

1HappyHiker, funny, I thought this TR was one my longest and most boring ever. And my pictures....here's some cloud, and some trail signs, and some snow...yawn....:p I'm glad it wasn't as bad as I thought. :)
 
That's a really fun hike, I'm glad you had a great day out despite the fact your little one couldn't join you. How cool that you met a fellow childless parent hiker!

I've only gone up the Willey Trail in winter -- not down it-- I imagine that made for some extreme butt sliding!
 
Boring? Not at all! Not with man-meeting, butt-sliding, tree-branch-grabbing, equipment-losing :( and so much else. Thanks for the vivid descriptions.
 
I must have just missed the guy you met at the top since I saw you maybe 5 or 10 minutes before you got to the top of Willey. I was happy dragging myself back up Willey.

Silly me though, I saw I needed Tom in February & had the time to do it. Hope your leg is feeling better.
 
Hi Mike! Didn't know it was you I passed! It was nice meeting you, even though at the time I was too tired to say much.

Yes, it's odd you missed the guy (John) at the top. When I got up there -- indeed, only 5-10 minutes after passing you -- he was sitting on his pack with his lunch spread out before him. Looked like he had been there for a while.

Hope to see you out there again sometime, glad you had no troubles going back up Field.
 
Nope, no jays. I didn't see any the whole day. I hear Bob, Geri, Jason, etc. ran into a bunch of them....I'm looking forward to their TR and pictures.
 
Excellent report! And the pictures are fun...hey, that's what you had that day...pictures help you remember. Too bad your friend didn't take any of the butt sliding...that could have been "fun" too...

I try very hard to be sure to hike BEHIND hubby...that way I get pictures of him sliding etc...he he he:D
 
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