Tuesday, December 28, 2010


This past Sunday night, and into Monday, Connecticut had its first blizzard of the winter season.  I worked from home on Monday and right after work I quickly slapped on my snowshoes and gaiters, grabbed my trekking poles and broke trail out to Beaver Pond.  If you ever broke trail winter hiking you know the feeling.  Sure, it can be slow going at times but you know you are the only one out there and nothing beats that.

The wind was kicking across the pond and one of the beaver dens was almost buried under the snow drifts.  On my way back home I followed some rabbit tracks and listened to the trees creak.  Winter has arrived.  I got inside just as my pizza dough was done rising.  I can't think of a better way to start the week.

Saturday, December 25, 2010


 The Creak of Boots would like to wish everyone happy trails this holiday season!

Thursday, December 23, 2010


Life magazine put out an article in their Nov 11, 1957 issue titled: Tomorrow's Life Today, Man's New World: Part II.  Read the article.

A month later in Life's Dec 2, 1957 issue they published some letters to the editors regarding the Man's New World article.  One of these letters was written by none other than Edward Abbey.

     Just finished looking at the technological nightmare being prepared for our "tomorrow".
     If any plastic-housed, gadget-loaded, button-pushing, weekend-jaunting imbecile comes roaring along over my back yard on his rotor-motored flying platform he is going to be shot down without ceremony and without apology.

Edward Abbey
Half Moon Bay, Calif.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010


Back in early November Chris and I did an overnight in the White Mountains.  Our initial plan was to go above tree line but the weather had different plans for us.  We changed our game plan and headed for Lonesome Lake instead.  The following is a trip report written by Chris.

With my work travels and Angelo’s fatherly duties, our backpacking adventures haven’t been as common as we might like. But this past week we made it back into the woods for another two-man slumber party in the cold outdoors. Back in March, our first hike took us to Connecticut’s highest summit, Bear Mountain (not to be confused with Connecticut’s highest point which you’ll find at the border with Massachusetts on your way up Mt. Frissell). This time—despite ambitious plans to summit at least a couple peaks in New Hampshire’s White Mountains—we didn’t make it to the highest point of anywhere. Unless, that is, you count as somewhere the good graces that called us down from what nearly became our coldest night ever.

The clustered 4,000+ foot summits and alpine lakes of Franconia Notch State Park, along with the opportunity to drive the scenic Kancamangus stretch of Route 112, collectively summoned us to the Lafayette trailhead along I-93 in the western Whites. We had spent the better part of the previous day at the Kittery Trading Post building my collection of winter camping gear and we were prepared to spend the night at either the Kinsman Pond Shelter or in my recently acquired Eureka Timberline two-man somewhere along the trail. Or, I should say, we thought we were prepared.

We made it onto the trail at 11 on Sunday morning. The wind was blowing pretty hard and the gray clouds started not far above the trailhead. As always, I started out wearing more than would be necessary once we got moving. At the start, there was 1.8 miles of trail between us and Lonesome Lake. A steady climb with good footing, Lonesome Lake Trail allowed us to work up a sweat and make good progress quickly. Early on, a pack of early teens panted anxiously back toward the asphalt. One coming particularly apart at the straps pleaded, “How much farther?” Not far, bud. You’re almost there. Taking their time a couple hundred yards behind them, a pair of fathers was much less eager to get back to whatever they’d left behind when they took their sons and their sons’ friends into the woods for the weekend.

By Noon, we made it to the icy shores of Lonesome Lake where we found the recently-renovated Lonesome Lake Hut. Some large family, or group of families, was making lunch in the kitchen and playing cards when we arrived. Angelo and I took the opportunity to enjoy our packed sandwiches (one pb&j and one hummus, cheese and green pepper sandwich each) before resuming our hike. This is where Angelo (the perennially wiser of the two of us) began expressing concerns about the looseness of our sleeping plans. Let’s just make it up to the Kinsman Shelter and assess from there, I insisted. Even with the 4:30 sunset (the clocks had been set back at 2am that morning), we’d have plenty of time to get there and back if necessary.

Fishin’ Jimmy Trail took us from Lonesome Lake to Kinsman Pond (1.9 miles, 1200' elevation gain). Slowly. The occasional stretch of steady progress was routinely interrupted by one precipitous ascent or another. Without any kind of foot traction, we found ourselves carefully clambering our ways up the face of many icy boulders. More than once, Angelo’s better judgment and outstretched hand pulled me back from a less-than-advisable effort. After its many ups and downs, Fishin’ Jimmy Trail came to an intersection from which we came upon and unloaded our sacks into the Kinsman Pond Shelter. Another thirty yards past the shelter we could stand beside the not-quite-frozen pond, itself. It was 3:00 and we decided to find a tree-limb for hanging our food-sack at night and get settled in.

We found a good limb that would keep our food out of a bear’s reach and, back to the shelter, came across a lone hiker and his very happy dog, Kirby. Not having stopped moving long enough to realize how very cold it was, we explained our plans to settle in. The lone hiker shared the next day’s forecast he had read: hurricane force winds and sleet. Angelo and I looked at each other and turned to the man’s plans. He wasn’t camping; he’d be hiking out into the dark with the help of Kirby and his headlamp.

Angelo and I took out our map to assess our options. We could dig in and hope that the night’s cold and the next day’s weather were survivable. Or, we could hike back to Lonesome Lake and pay the $35 each for the relative comfort and warmth of the hut and its accommodations. In the time it took us to open the map and discuss our options, our decision was rapidly being made for us. The cold started to bring back memories of our March trip in Connecticut where we impatiently scarfed down half-cooked chick-peas for lack of warmth outside our sleeping bags. This cold night, it was looking to be even worse. Add the potential difficulties hiking out the next day and our minds were made up. Back to Lonesome Lake; but not by the crags of Fishin’ Jimmy Trail.

We would take the longer, but surely safer, route: Kinsman Pond Trail for 2.8 miles until a left turn on Cascade Brook Trail that would take us 0.8 miles to the hut. It was 3:20 and the sun would set before we made it. Nonetheless, we showed ourselves the meaning of haste. It was slow going at first along the west shore of the pond, but once the trail widened we were able to enter a light jog until the trail merged with the Cascade Brook. The trail was mostly clearly marked but snowfall and a lack of traffic made for some difficult moments. Only once we needed to split up to find the next blue trail blaze. As the trail separated from the brook again we were able to enter a full-stride run for at least a half-mile before darkness made that unwise. With the sun down and our headlamps on, we came to that intersection with less than a mile left to the hut at Lonesome Lake.

Along that last stretch we came across Kirby and his dad one more time. They must have done some running too, or just made some great time down Fishin’ Jimmy. He seemed happy to see that we were headed for a more reasonable resting spot than an hour and a half earlier. We wished each other well and continued on. By 5pm, we surprised the hut’s 23-year-old caretaker as we became her only guests for the night. Or, I should say, her only welcome guests.

Earlier that afternoon, during our lunch-break, we had learned of a neighborhood black bear that had helped itself to some of the sweets that, for some reason, had been left outside the hut. As far as we could tell, at least a jug of molasses was liberated. If the cartoons are to be believed, only honey could have made the bear happier.

All this was news to our host, Ashley, who had arrived sometime since our lunch break. She had dealt with the bear before, but she didn’t know about the bear’s dream cache left outside. She explained that a scheduled airlift of the hut’s excess food had gone uncompleted over the weekend and that the previous care-taker must have forgotten to bring the goods back inside. Whatever the case, Ashley knew, we wouldn’t be alone tonight.

We put our shoes back on and headed where the bear would surely be. It may have scurried away as we approached or it may have just been hanging out in the woods licking molasses out of its jug. We never got a good look, but when Ashley’s flashlight shone into the woods behind a row of cabins, two little scared bear eyes could be seen looking back. Ashley made a bunch of noise to keep the bear afraid of people and the hut—despite its newfound perks—and we headed back inside with some bear-mauled boxes of food left-over from the hut’s busy season.

We hung out for a couple hours, ate all of our stuffing, beans and rice, and learned some tricks for drying socks and keeping warm (not at the same time) with a bottle of hot water. Ashley’s front row seat to American hiking habits made for some good stories, particularly about the Boy Scouts.

Leaving aside the anecdote about the boy-poo left under a square of toilet paper on a cabin floor, consider the backpacking plan of the Boy Scout troupe that decided to divide the weight of its gear by some bizarre application of Taylor’s rules for efficiency. One boy carries only food, another, tents, and so forth. As if the original premise wasn’t bad enough, they put all the sleeping bags with the slow chubby kid. So when they arrived to their site, cold and tired, they couldn’t climb into their bags for another hour.

Off to our cabin, Angelo and I did some jumping jacks and stretches to get the blood flowing, jumped into our bags and placed bottles of hot water in our respective crotches. Like a sauna, our bags and our toes warmed up and we slept as well as we had hiked.

We slept in Monday morning, making our way to the kitchen at nearly 10am. We didn’t putz around long. Just enough to share some of the morning with Ashley and enjoy the last of our food (Grape Nuts) and coffee. We took some photos, bought a Lonesome Lake patch, signed the guest book, said our goodbyes and made our way back down Lonesome Lake Trail. If we had waited much longer into the day to descend we likely would have encountered deceptively thin ice and undone any gains made on the dry socks front. But we made no such missteps. By Noon we were back at the Lafayette trailhead with dry socks and yet another adventure in the bag.

I definitely learned a bunch this trip. Mostly new tips thanks to Angelo and Ashley, but also from some mistakes: There’s a reason that rule #1 to camping is check the weather ahead of time. So thanks to Kirby’s dad and the early afternoon chill that struck Kinsman Pond for driving us back to Lonesome Lake. And it might be worth investing in some of those strap-on spikes for traction on ice when hiking in New Hampshire in November. But other than that, we did pretty well. Hey. At least nobody pooped on the cabin floor.

Our (incomplete) gear lists:
  • Osprey Atmos pack
  • 15 degree down North Face sleeping bag
  • Therm-A-Rest Ridge Rest
  • Patagonia Nano-puff jacket
  • Izod raincoat/shell
  • Outdoor Research glove liners
  • Outdoor Research shell mittens
  • Eureka Timberline 2-man tent
  • Montrail boots
  • Nalgene bottle
  • Optimus Crux Lite stove
  • Wool balaclava
  • Gossamer Gear Mariposa Plus pack
  • 20 degree North Face Cat's Meow sleeping bag (synthetic)
  • Jacks 'R' Better Shenandoah down quilt
  • Therm-A-Rest Z Lite
  • Feathered Friends Helios down vest
  • Wool sweater
  • EMS mid-layer
  • Smartwool baselayers (top and bottom)
  • North Face pants
  • Platypus bladder and bottle
  • Sierra Designs raincoat/shell
  • Outdoor Research mittens
  • Mountain Hardwear glove liners
  • Danner Mountain Light II boots
  • Integral Designs eVent Shortie gaiters
  • Snow Peak 700 mug
  • Snow Peak spork
  • Titanium Goat poles
  • Col d'Lizard polartec 100 balaclava

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


The Manitou Incline Railway was built in 1907 to assist in the construction of the Manitou Hydroelectric Plant and its waterline.  The plant began producing electricity February 15, 1905, harnessing the power of water flowing off Pikes Peak.  Once the plant was completed the railway was turned in a tourist attraction.  Unfortunately, the Incline was plagued by rockslides and their subsequent repairs.  The railway eventually closed in 1990 after a rockslide damaged the tracks again.  The rails were removed and sold to a local mining operation but the wooden ties remain.  For the past 20 years the Manitou Incline has been "off-limits" to the public, yet continues to be a hotbed for recreation and exercise.  Starting in 1997 the Incline Club met weekly for group runs up the Incline.

Some facts about the Manitou Incline:
  • Averages grade: 40%
  • Steepest grade: 68%
  • Hikers/runners will experience 2,011' in elevation over a length of approximately one mile.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Lon Chaney, best known for his acting, was an avid fisherman and outdoorsman.  In 1929 Chaney commissioned Paul Williams to design and build a stone cabin for him in the eastern Sierra Nevada.  The cabin still stands today, however, it is now owned and preserved by the Inyo National Forest Service.  You can locate the cabin alongside the trail which runs up the north fork of Big Pine Creek in the John Muir Wilderness.
To get to Lon Chaney's Cabin, take the Glacier Lodge turn-off from Highway 395 in the town of Big Pine. Travel west along Big Pine Creek to the trailhead at Glacier Lodge. Take the North Fork Trail for about 2 miles to the cabin, just inside the [John Muir] wilderness boundary.
You can read more about Chaney's cabin in this article from June 2003 by the LA Times.

Saturday, November 6, 2010


I will be headed to New Hampshire this morning and staying until Monday.  The agenda includes hanging out in Portsmouth and then doing some backpacking in the Whites with a dear old friend of mine.  We will most likely hike the Bonds and Zealand (Bondcliff is picured above).  Have a great weekend everyone.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


The Halkett boat, designed by Lieutenant Peter Halkett during the 1840's, was lightweight and inflatable and primarily used for Canadian exploration.  The main idea behind the boat is that it was light enough to be carried over difficult terrain but tough enough to be used in extreme conditions (i.e. the Canadian Artic).

The first design was a one man boat, aka the boat-cloak, made of macintosh india-rubber cloth.  When deflated the boat could be worn as a waterproof cloak, the oar became a walking stick, and the sail could be used as an umbrella.

Halkett later designed a larger two-man version that folded into a knapsack. Similar to the first design it had multiple uses.  When deflated the boat served as a waterproof blanket to allow the users to camp on wet ground.  Unfortunately, the boat-cloak was never commercially successful and there's only one original Halkett boat left in existence.

Fast forward to the 21st century and the "packraft" is really making waves with the outdoors/adventure crowd.  Check out the product line by Alpacka rafts and you will see some striking similarities.  I know my future includes owning a packraft!

Thursday, October 7, 2010


Last Friday I drove up to Waitsfield, VT with some cycling buddies for some dirt road riding in the Sugarbush area.  That night we met up with some local cyclists for dinner at the Reservoir followed by a round of drinks at a great brew pub called the Alchemist.  If you make it to the Alchemist try the Heretic...delicious.

Saturday we did a 68 mile loop with 80% dirt roads and climbed the Roxbury and Rochester gaps.  That night we had dinner at the original Flatbread Kitchen.  Wine and pizza aplenty.  Sunday we did an easy 30 miler so we could head back to Northwest CT at a decent hour.  Therefore, we had enough time to stop at the Harpoon Brewery on the way home.  Great weekend!

One of the guys in my group took some photos and put together a short video.  Thanks Brent!

Thursday, September 16, 2010


Tomorrow I am heading into New York City with my cycling group.  We are eating a hearty dinner at Reade Street Pub in Tribeca, turning in early and then in our saddles at 6AM Saturday morning.  The Amigos (the name of my cycling group) will then make the 135 mile journey from Tribeca to Winchester Center, CT.  Should be a good time followed by another hearty meal provided by our gracious hosts.  Where's my chamois cream at?

Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Most of the canoeist that I know don't share my love of the old wood and canvas canoes for wilderness trips. They figure you have to be a little senile to lug one of these around rather than the lighter modern canoes.  There's a beauty and a warmth in a wood canoe though that you don't get in any other canoe.  Sure I'll use a tougher lighter canoe for horsing around in rapids with my friends but not when I roaming out here painting.  I've seen bath tubs with better lines than some of those modern canoes.
-Bill Mason

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

MARCH 9, 1956

David Brower's proof of deception (the Bureau of Reclamation’s budget sheet was not balanced) leads Congress to drop the dam projects in Dinosaur National Monument on March 9, 1956. That same day, Secretary of the Interior Douglas McKay resigns.

For the first time in American history, conservationists halt a major governmental development project.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010


Two Yosemites is an 11 minute short film by famous environmentalist David Brower for the Sierra Club in 1955.  It is a "Passionate portrayal of the beauty of Yosemite Valley contrasted with the ugliness of the low-water Hetch Hetchy Reservoir."

This film is included in the special features for the documentary called Monumental: David Brower's Fight for Wild America, which is available on Netflix.  I highly recommend it!

Hetch Hetchy Valley 1906 (pre-reservoir)

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


In late summer wild huckleberries grow on both sides of the Continental Divide.  So, if you are in or around Glacier National Park it is legal to pick and personally consume huckleberries, as long as you pick only 1 quart per person, per day.

Friday, July 30, 2010


Wallace Stegner was a writer, historian, and most importantly (in my opinion) an environmentalist.  In 1960 he wrote the Wilderness Letter to the Outdoor Recreation Resources Review Commission.  This essay later helped win the passage of the Wilderness Act of 1964.  The full text of the letter can be found here.  An introduction to the letter, written by Stegner in 1980, can be found here.

Wallace Stegner packing his horse, Vermont 1938

Wallace Stegner with Ansel Adams

Monday, July 26, 2010


If you have $125 million burning a hole in your pocket you might be in luck.  Governor Dave Freudenthal is threatening to sell two square miles of Grand Teton National Park if the federal government doesn't give Wyoming what he says is market value.  I am very doubtful this would ever happen.  The locals and conservationists worldwide would protest until their blue in the face. Read more here and here.

Monday, June 28, 2010


Blessings on Uncle Sam's soldiers! They have done their job well, and every pine tree is waving its arms for joy.
-John Muir

Buffalo Soldiers, 24th Infantry, in Yosemite National Park 1899

The United States Army served as the first "park rangers" for Yosemite and Sequoia national parks (as well as Yellowstone).  Their duties ranged from evicting poachers and timber thieves to extinguishing forest fires.  The troops essentially comprised a roving economy—infusing money into park and local businesses—and thus their presence was generally welcomed. The presence of these soldiers as official stewards of park lands brought a sense of law and order to the mountain wilderness.

Monday, June 14, 2010


A few weeks ago I was able to sneak away for a solo, one-night, backpacking trip to try out my latest purchase, the Jacks 'R' Better Shenandoah rectangular down quilt.  I have been doing a fair amount of research on summer-weight sleeping bags for the past year or so.  I was about to pull the trigger on a Western Mountaineering Caribou MF but went the quilt route at the last minute and I am extremely happy with my decision.  I saved some weight, money, and remorse.

Quilts vs. sleeping bags is a popular debate within the backpacking community.  The argument is mainly based on the fact that loft creates insulation.  When using a sleeping bag you crush the insulation beneath you, thus eliminating loft.  Quilt users see this bottom portion of the sleeping bag as a weight penalty and depend on sleeping pads for insulation from the ground.

I went with a JRB quilt, as opposed to a sleeping bag for 4 main reasons:
1. Versatility.  I get very hot in the summer months and a quilt's versatility was a perfect solution for me.  I can drape the quilt over me like a blanket.  I can use the omni tape and draw string to create a cozy footbox when temperatures dip down at night.  I can easily open it up and only cover certain parts of my body depending on the climate.  I can also tie the loops together and have it wrap around me like a full bag. (Don't forget your sleeping pad!)
2. Weight and compressibility.  The Shenandoah quilt weighs a remarkable 15 ounces and compresses down to the size of a melon with ease.
3. Price.  The price was right compared to a Western Mountaineering bag.
4. Customer Service.  I initially sent JRB an email before making my purchase.  They answered my questions but also asked if they could give me a call.  I sent along my phone number and I received a call the very next day.  When I picked up I was amazed to find out that owner/founder Jack Tier (aka Peter Pan) was on the other end.  Let's see if you get the owner the next time you call North Face or Osprey with some questions.

 So, as you would guess my first night out with my quilt was terrific.  I was hot for most of the night and the freedom of movement I had made a big difference.  Typically I would be using my North Face Cat's Meow sleeping bag, but I find myself sweating all night and leaving the bag wide open.  Now whenever I feel hot I can slide the entire quilt out of the way and get much more comfortable.  No buyer's remorse here.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


"one of our greatest, if not our greatest, painter of American outdoor life."
-Outing Magazine, 1907

The following are some personal favorites by N.C. Wyeth:

The Silent Fisherman

The Indian In His Solitude (1)

 The Indian In His Solitude (3)

Lewis & Clark

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


I am sure most of you outdoor enthusiasts have heard, but I figured I would still share.  Gregory Mountain Products and Black Diamond Equipment were bought and merged under the public company Clarus Corporation.  It looks like all current management will be left in place.  We shall see what happens next.

Thursday, May 27, 2010


Duane Ose, of Ose Mountain, AK, is the last federal homesteader in all of the United States.  He lived in a 9' x 11' dugout from 1985 to 1991 on a 5 acre lot within the 30,000 acre Lake Minchumina Land Settlement Area.  In '91, his wife Rena (newlyweds at the time) moved in and continued living in the dugout for another 9 years while building their 3 story log home.

Duane Ose

Duane and Rena live off of disability insurance and social security, which is more than enough since they don't have a mortgage or pay taxes and monthly bills.

Greenhouse and vegetable garden

Watch a video about Duane, Rena, and Ose Mountain on KSTP TV channel 5 news.

Duane hauling logs (Note the .45 on his hip)

Duane traps 'em and Rena dresses 'em

Duane and Rena's view of Denali

Read more stories about homesteading, trapping, building and living off the land in Duane's blog.