For my second ridgerunner hike of the season, I decided to cover the trail between Schaghticoke campsite and the New York border at Hoyt Road. Weather predicted was dicey at best, but the heavy rain held off until hours after I was off trail Sunday (well except for one 5-minute drizzle Saturday). Temperatures stayed cool in the 60s Saturday and through the night, and a light breeze kept it mostly bug-free. There were several familes out backpacking with their kids which is always great to see, many friendly trail dogs, and the usual day, section, and thru hikers we would pass on the trail.
I hiked and camped again with my friend Brian from the AMC Saturday, and then Sunday another friend and member of our AMC crew, Lisa, joined us for part of the morning’s hike. We camped by the river at Ten Mile campground Saturday night and there met many great through hikers, one of which serenaded us at night with his backpacker guitar and was aptly named “tunes.” It was a perfect overnight with the sound of the river lulling us all off to bed. We also visited our gang at the Bull’s bridge and were treated to a little trail magic by them as we came to the end of our trip Sunday.
We saw deer up close and personal, red efts, and Brian spotted our local Blue Huron Jim at the river early in the morning. I guess I missed Jim by about 5 minutes this time…
I did another round of freezer-bag cooking with Knorr rice sides, and added a Lipton onion soup mix to soak up any remaining water and give more sodium… though it tasted and worked great my stomach wasn’t thrilled… so maybe won’t do that again. I also did a pepperoni and mustard wrap Saturday afternoon which was a perfect lunch to power me through the tough Scaghticoke section a second time. I am enjoying trying new meal options to avoid monotonous trail cuisine.
The only preaching I’ll do here today is please don’t leave trash in the bear box. We packed out a stinky bag of food from Schaghticoke campsite and it leaked all over Brian’s tent and pack cover which he was fortunate enough to have a rushing river to wash it off in and sun to then dry it out. The bear box is not a trash bin and in some areas they’ve all been locked up due to this abuse.
I pushed myself mileage-wise so I could get in good shape for the Shenandoah trip next week as I hope to get some big miles in – weather, and body-permitting… My knee was a little grouchy with me on this one but mostly because it was difficult terrain Saturday and I was moving fast… Shenandoah’s segments for the most part are much gentler, especially on the knees or so I’ve heard. Let’s hope that’s true. Either way it’s one of my favorite places to be and to hike so there’s no such thing as a bad time for me there.
Miles day 1: 10.2
Miles day 2: 7.8