Aprez Halloween, Sunday Morning, November 1, 2009,  in the shank of an Indian Summer to die for,  ’Chases Rabbits’ (or pikas, or marmots, or badgers, or coyotes, or buzzworms, or skunks, or raccoons, or squirrels, or deer, or elk, or moose, or anything that moves) wakes to realize that (in spite of her complete domination of the Canine Division) she has NEVER consumed a CHEESEBURGER upon a SUMMIT in her home state of Utah.

City Ordinance demanded she  be escorted on leash through the megopolis by her low-life guardians (Cold Fusion, Old Bull)   to trailhead 2-miles distant, at which point she was turned loose for a direct assault up the southwest face of Quarry Peak.  Following a brief snack of  the patented “nano lamberghinis,”  a photo op, and some fine views of the valley, beyond and  below, she proceeded to lead the expedition north  into the Red Butte drainage and a casual jaunt back to the homestead.

November 1, 2009

Chases Rabbits, Cold Fusion, Old Bull

Quarry Peak, 5774′, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA

I was off to a late start on a scorching day in San Diego. It couldn’t be helped. Once again, I drove through downtown Ramona and was presented with several options for cheeseburger satisfaction. This time, I opted for the Cheeseburger Deluxe from Jack-in-the-Crack.

And by crack, I mean box. And by box, I mean there is no box any more. Just a weird red cube that is the new logo. There isn’t any graphic Jack on the logo any more, just the word “Jack.” The clown is only in the commercials and on posters inside. You’d think one would take more advantage of the branding potential of an easily recognizable large-headed spokesperson. Nope, just a red box with a scripted “Jack.”

But I digress…

Regardless of any logo-identity issues, the cheeseburger proved to be worlds better than the forgettable cheeseburger I had on my perilous trip to Mount Gower (See earlier post.) I don’t even remember where I got the other burger. But this one was great. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t have 4 hours of waterless wandering as I did on the previous hike. Or perhaps this burger was just plain better.

I drove past Wynola into the rolling grasslands just southeast of Julian, CA, and nearly drove off the road while enjoying the view. I then passed an overturned car in a field in the Inaja Reservation that showed me how perilous this trip could be if I wasn’t careful.

I will keep my eyes on the road

With temperatures flirting with the mid 90’s, I started up the trail. One part of my mind was on the burger I would eat at the top and the other part of my mind was on the soda that would be waiting for me back in my car at the trailhead. Another part of my mind was on the dusty trail that lead upward through the sun-baked grasslands. Another part of my mind was humming the Hot Dog song from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. (If you don’t know what I am talking about, then you simply haven’t had children in the past few years.)

Will I eat a cheeseburger on Cuyamaca Peak in the future? Sources say "Yes"

I scooted down the trail, wondering aloud why I chose to hike on a day that I knew would get to 100 degrees when I spied a familiar sight. Once again, I found a mylar balloon tangled into the sage scrub. This one was nowhere near as cute at the hello kitty balloon in my earlier post. I imagined some child weeping for days at the loss of this fading, flaccid balloon. I crumpled it up and stowed it in my pack. As I noticed the pink color staining my hands, part of my mind wondered how long it had been out here. Another part of my mind wondered if the colors would wash out easily, if at all. A third part of my mind was wondering if it was made in China and has lead-based ingredients that were causing serious reproductive harm (Thanks, Wikipedia). The last part of my mind was singing “Wheels on the Bus” (see previous child comment).

Was this balloon killing me softly?

I made it to the peak and was presented with glorious views of Boulder Creek and El Cajon Mountain. It was as if there was a canyon dividing Ramona from the area around Julian. Actually, there is a canyon dividing Ramona from the area around Julian, and I was dangling my legs into it (well really a perpendicular canyon, but close enough). There were many birds taking advantage of the drop off and soaring on the thermals. I am sure they were eying my cheeseburger, ready to swoop down and snatch it from my hungry grasp. Luckily, I swallowed the thing practically whole and managed not to drop it, or myself, into the abyss.

Enjoying cheesy goodness over oblivion

Boulder Creek with El Capitan beyond

Red-tailed hawk over Eagle Peak

I got down safely the way I had some, nourished by the cheeseburger and the thought that I didn’t need to steal water from a garden hose to avoid dying in the backcountry. That’s always a good thing.

Part of my mind was of the journey behind me. Another part of my mind was on the journey ahead. A third part of my mind was singing, “We’re going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship…”

Yes, I have a child.

After our last off-trail hike to Moose Mountain a few weeks ago, Holly wanted to learn more about map and compass navigation. Normally, I do the route planning, give her a compass bearing to follow, and she gets us to the destination through the woods very well. But she wanted to understand better how that compass bearing was arrived at. She suggested a trailless Catskill summit, since deer season hadn’t yet opened to our south, and I chose Rusk Mountain as a simple and relatively short learning exercise. It’s about 3/4 mile on a trail, and then about another 1.25 miles on a straight line to the summit. It’s quite steep, and there are no views, but it would serve our purpose well.

Arriving at the trailhead, I helped her understand the map and the route and she came up with a bearing she wanted to follow. And off we went. It was a beautiful day to be out, with temps in the 50s, no wind, and an extremely blue sky as a backdrop to the yellow beech leaves still remaining on the trees.

After struggling upward through the beeches (and a few especially nasty sons of beeches), she nailed the summit dead on. We knew this because on the trailless Catskill summits, the Catskill 3500 Club maintains canisters where hikers register a successful ascent. This then qualifies them, after completing all of the 3500-foot summits, for membership in the Club. We’re both already members, but the canister was still a welcome sight.

The summit is otherwise very nondescript, with no views whatsoever of the surrounding territory. We ate our lunches, and of course the requisite cheeseburger, signed the register, and then headed back down.

On the way down, I made a small mental error, following a bearing that caused us to intersect a stream a little farther up its bed than I would have liked. It wasn’t a big deal, just a little rocky and sloppy for a ways as we followed it down, but then we were back on the trail and reached the car in good time. Ice cream at the Prattsville Diner completed a great day in the woods.

At 2533 feet, Pharaoh Mountain is the highest summit in the Pharaoh Lake Wilderness Area of the Adirondacks.   (Oddly, there are 2 identical entries here for Pharaoh in the Essex County, NY Summits list – do I get double points?)

Today, I joined a Schenectady ADK trip to its summit, approaching from the south via Pharaoh Lake. It was a 13.8-mile round trip, longer than we had realized because a former 1.1-mile road to a more interior trailhead was now unmaintained and impassable to all but high-clearance vehicles.

As we reached the end of the road and the old trailhead, the morning fog was just burning off.

Further along, we came to a very large beaver dam and pond. This shot only shows about a quarter of the total length of this dam.

Our destination, Pharaoh Mountain, towered above the pond behind the dam.

On the summit, clouds were beginning to fill in, and it was cool and windy. We ate lunch and enjoyed the view to the east toward Vermont in the far distance, with part of Pharaoh Lake directly below.

The summit has several views in different directions. Here, we’re looking more northwest toward the Adirondack High Peaks on the horizon.

Since the forecast was calling for an increasing chance of rain as the day wore on, we left the summit and made good time back to the outlet of Pharaoh Lake. The sky was getting gloomier by the minute, but we never did get any rain from the ominous clouds reflected in the lake.

The last 3.6 miles back to the cars seemed like an eternity, but the old road provided good walking and we reached the cars about 8 hours after we started.

Warner Mtn, Great Barrington Mass. Cheeseburger consumed. 1 nasty Cumberland Farms Cheese Burger

There’s an easy way and a hard (er) way to do most things. Warner Mountain just outside great Barrington MA could be a lay-up during ski season… as it is home to Ski Butternut. Grab a cheeseburger in the base lodge when the lifts are running and you could be dining in style at the summit 10 minutes later. That would be the easy way.

Of course why make it easy? Mid morning in Great Barrington is NOT a great time to try and find a cheeseburger on a Sunday. When all else fails out east you can hit a Cumberland Farms convenience store, they are just slightly less common than Dunkin Donuts. Cumby came through with one of their pre-cooked, microwaveable, cheeseburgers. $3.19 with have a half life of 5000 years. So once the deal had been done we set out to conquer our first cheese burger summit. Fellow summiteer Jeremiah wisely volunteered to man the camera after taking one look at the Cumby cheeseburger. Following ski trails and a counter clockwise circular route wound our way to the top in roughly one hour. Fall foliage was just a few days short of peak making great viewing and scattered clouds kept things cool.

Upon reaching the summit unwrapped the cheese burger and said grace. Not because of any deep religious beliefs. But after looking at the cheeseburger it seemed like a good idea.

As we plan future summits more time will be spent with the strategy of securing cheeseburgers before hand. And you can bet there will be more cheeseburger summits in the future!

Matt – Fairfield, CT

Every year, on Columbus Day Weekend, Holly and I head to the southern Adirondacks and bushwhack about 90 minutes to the cliffs on Moose Mountain. While the more popular areas of the Adirondacks are teeming with leaf-peepers, we’ve never seen another soul on this hike. There’s no trail, and we use GPS, map, and compass to navigate to the cliffs on this isolated summit.

Today, many of the more brightly colored leaves had already fallen victim to last week’s high winds, but the yellows and oranges were still brilliant in spots.

This summit is only about an hour from home, and we’ve hiked it every year since 2001 on this holiday weekend. While this year’s colors were pretty subdued, it’s always nice to be able to just park the car on the side of the road and set off through the woods completely on our own, and find our way to these unspoiled views. In the next few years, there are plans to build trails here, and we’re not looking forward to the day when this becomes a more popular destination.

Because the mission is to consume a Cheeseburger on EVERY summit on Earth, OldBull accepted the challenge of Vine Hill, 344′, Sonoma County, CA, USA.  Perhaps the most difficult challenge was choosing the burger.  The Bear Flag Republic Brewery in Healdsburg has a full menu of homecrafted brews and CHEESEBURGERS.  To celebrate the local heritage, a “Sonoma Burger” was chosen–beef and bacon, draped in Garlic (inferior in quality to KGB, but garlic, nonetheless) Sonoma Jack Cheese. A short drive later, website-map firmly implanted in his 2 remaining neurons, OldBull found Vine Hill Road, located both the vines and the hill, spent copious minutes decoding the instructions on a camera loaned by Cold Fusion,  Money Shot on the roof of the rentacar, a few steps to the chain-link fence to ascertain he was at least within 6 (verticle) inches of the “summit,” and devoured a wonderful lunch on the 109th (out of 114) highest peak in Sonoma County.

September 25, 2009

Vine Hill

Old Bull

Catamount Mountain stands alone north of Whiteface Mountain and the Wilmington Range, and at 3173 feet, it’s a most impressive view from the road approaching the trailhead. The trail starts out flat, and then climbs from right to left in the picture below, crossing the two smaller bumps before the steep climb to the open summit.

Getting over the first bump was no worse than any other Adirondack hike, but getting to the second bump was a little more of a challenge. The first of two “lemon squeezers” got us close, and then there were several more steep pitches before this minor summit.

From this intermediate summit, the actual summit still towered several hundred feet above us with its steep rocky slabs.

Reaching the real summit, we looked back down to see other hikers coming up over the bump we had just climbed.

The view to the north included many other mountains and lakes, in a distant area of the Adirondacks that we rarely visit.

After the ceremonial cheeseburger, the trip back down was almost as slow as the trip up, as we were being very cautious descending the steep rocks. This was really a mountain to remember.

Today, from Lake Placid we headed north and west into the Santa Clara Tract, a large area of state land recently purchased from a large lumber company. There is still some working commercial forest in the area, where conservation easements allow recreational access to its many ponds and remote summits.

Azure Mountain

Azure Mountain has one of the relatively few remaining fire towers in the Adirondacks. It’s maintained, and staffed during the summer months, by Azure Mountain Friends, a local volunteer group, in concert with NYSDEC. From the tower, there are 360-degree views, but the views from a south-facing ledge seemed even more impressive and close-up. The fall colors were magnificent, and we hated to leave.

The Pinnacle

This small peak lies a little north of Azure, with a short walk of only about a half-mile to its summit. The views were not quite as expansive as from Azure, but they were a great reward for very little effort.

It’s been a full year since Cold Fusion, Chases Rabbits, and OldBull dined together on a summit. A beautiful fall day, September 16, 2009, drew them to the REAL Photographer’s Point (first conquered by SirLoin and F-Elvis in ‘06), in the Wind River Range. Chipmunks galore to keep Chases Rabbits occupied at the slow pace, and a display of changing aspen to distract the other two. A small lunch of nanoscale “Lamburghinis” (feta-infused, KGB garlic basted–s.o.s.) and spectacular views in all directions were the reward.