Hiking to Kinsman Pond

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

I tend to mark time in my life based on experiences.  I generally can only remember what age I was at a certain time because I remember what may have been going on around that time.  I only remember that I was 14 in 8th grade because that was the year of 9/11 (yes, people, my birthday is tomorrow!).  I turned 21 in Russia and I only remember this because I was able to legally drink for a while before my birthday actually happened.

One event that I know will be marker for the future is the hiking trip my cousins and I took this past weekend.  I'm sure I will remember that it was just before my 26th birthday (mainly because I was scrambling to renew my license and get signed up with my own insurance after being kick off my moms!).   This experience though is basically unlike any other I've had in the past.

My family has always camped.  We've "roughed it" compare to the many people around us in luxury style campers, but nothing could really prepare me for this hiking trip.  We were carrying everything we needed with us.  My pack was the lightest (probably around 20 lbs.) but my cousins' were 45 and 55, respectively. I don't have a final number, but I'd say Kenny's was close to 100.

Our plan was to hike two miles to Lonesome Lake in Franconia.  It was a crisp fall day and it was perfect for hiking.  It took a little over two hours to reach the lake, however upon our arrival we found out that the actual place to camp was a further two miles up the mountain, to Kinsman Pond.
There was a two and a three mile route and we decided to take the shorter path since we didn't want to cut our day light short.  I had Mac with me and he was an absolute champ.  He was in his element and I really think he loved it all.  There were certain areas where we were basically rock climbing (not so great for the dog.)  My cousin would climb up, I'd throw her the leash, and then she would pull while I pushed Mac up the rock face.  It got kind of scary at times but we did it.

Overall it took about 5 hours to get to the top and we were all exhausted.  It was also very cold so we quickly bundled up, spent some time taking in the view, cooked up some food on our little sternos, stored spare food in the bear box, and then got into our sleeping bags for warmth.

It was a rough night.  It took me a while to get used to the sleeping bag and I don't think I slept for more than 20 minutes but it was worth it.

The next morning we decided to take the longer route down.  Thankfully it was MUCH easier than the way up so I didn't have to worry about my dog dangling off any cliffs.

All in all it was about 10 hours of hiking... around 9 miles total.  I've been off the mountain for three days now and I am still sore all over.

Even with the stress, cold, pain, exhaustion... we all agreed that we couldn't wait to do it again next year!

1 comment:

  1. i love the one of you lounging on mac! pretty incredible, rough but so worth it :)