I started 2013 with a new outdoors adventure: Cross country skiing for the first time! It was a beautiful winter day with plenty of scenic views of snowy hills and pine-filled forests.
I can already tell this will be my new winter hobby. I liked it a lot better than downhill skiing because it was easier to learn for me -- being short with good balance -- and less stressful. My goal is to get some skis of my own next winter.
Here's the view from Mt. Blue State Park in Maine. The central Maine portion of the Appalachian Trail leads over the mountains to the right.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Carb loading before hiking the Appalachian Trail
Now that the cross country season has ended, I will begin what will undoubtedly be my favorite part of preparing for a thru-hike: eating. While there are, of course, other physical preparations I'm going to have to make, gaining weight is a big one for me. So I'm starting early.
One reason body weight is important is your pack should equal about 1/4 your body weight. I'm aiming for a 30 pound pack, so my minimum body weight target is at least 120 pounds. Ten pounds to go! Sounds easy ... but I want a lot of this bulk to be in muscle.
Also, you're likely to lose a lot of weight on the trail. Mostly this is because you're burning more calories than you can carry in your backpack. Trailquest.net states that AT hikers can burn over 6,000 calories a day. Can you imagine how many granola bars that would equate to? So it's standard to lose a great deal of weight during the trip. I'll be moving at a faster pace than most, so it's even more important for me to have a strong foundation.
For my diet going into the hike, I plan on an overall increase of food intake, but with focus on carbs and protein.
Am I using the AT as a shameless way to feast on the daily? Possibly. But I'll also balance it out with cardio exercise and weight lifting targeting backpacking muscles. More to come on my preparation and how it works out for me.
One reason body weight is important is your pack should equal about 1/4 your body weight. I'm aiming for a 30 pound pack, so my minimum body weight target is at least 120 pounds. Ten pounds to go! Sounds easy ... but I want a lot of this bulk to be in muscle.
Also, you're likely to lose a lot of weight on the trail. Mostly this is because you're burning more calories than you can carry in your backpack. Trailquest.net states that AT hikers can burn over 6,000 calories a day. Can you imagine how many granola bars that would equate to? So it's standard to lose a great deal of weight during the trip. I'll be moving at a faster pace than most, so it's even more important for me to have a strong foundation.
For my diet going into the hike, I plan on an overall increase of food intake, but with focus on carbs and protein.
Am I using the AT as a shameless way to feast on the daily? Possibly. But I'll also balance it out with cardio exercise and weight lifting targeting backpacking muscles. More to come on my preparation and how it works out for me.
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
How Africa taught me to believe in the American dream
It’s been nearly a month since I returned from Tanzania,
Africa, and I’m finally bringing myself to reflect on the experience as a
whole. It wasn’t the hours of editing my documentary, “It Takes a Village,”
travelling home to Maine or writing articles on Marcellus Shale that kept me
from this entry, but more like the need for the whole trip to sink in. I’ve
been thinking a lot about what I learned from the wonderful people and culture
I encountered during my month-long visit to Tanzania.
There were a lot of difficult situations, a lot of hardships
that I witnessed when I visited families in rural areas. But, they didn’t
really seem like it at the time. A lot of people asked me if it was sad there,
but that is one of the last words I’d use to describe Africa. What I saw was not as sad as it was
inspiring.
The people I met were living tough lives, struggling with
lacking resources and opportunities. But they weren’t unhappy. They made the
best out of their situations. They were the most resourceful people I’ve ever
met. As a result of their resourcefulness, they weren’t tied to materials for
their every day life.
The people of Tanzania were immensely hospitable, which was
even more impressive in light of their daily difficulties. Even to a complete
stranger like myself, they were unbelievably welcoming. They would bring me
into their homes, offer refreshments and ask curious, insightful questions about the U.S.
They put such an importance on community and relationships.
They always took the time to meet and talk with anyone they came across, as
this was something ingrained into their culture. They really appreciate the
interactions they have with others.
To my surprise, I also learned a lot about America. For the
first time, I saw the American Dream as a real, thriving entity. When I saw how
hard students had to work to get an education and rise out of an impoverished status
and how many obstacles they faced made me realized how lucky we have it. It
made me appreciate all the opportunities we have as Americans, more than I ever
have. This, along with the importance of community, is something that has stuck
with me since the trip and will continue to shape my values.
This is only my attempt to describe an unbelievable, rich
experience and to condense everything I’ve learned into one post.
If you want to read more about what I did, please check out the blog I updated
during the journey: http://communityserviceintanzania.wordpress.com/
(my school made me use their separate, existing blog).
Now, I hope to make the final touches to “It Takes a
Village,” my documentary on education in rural Africa, and use it to give back
to the people of Tanzania. I hope awareness and donations will help send more
orphans reach their dreams of education.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Breathtaking trip up and over Hamlin Peak on Mt. Katahdin
Worried about an approaching storm, Austin and I woke up at
5 a.m. to begin our ascent of Mt. Katahdin. We knew that rain was on the way eventually, but that was
the extent of our knowledge. The South Branch ranger was gone when started our
trip, the Russell Pond ranger was training the whole time we were at that site,
and there’s no ranger at Davis Pond, so there was no one to get an updated
weather report from. We didn’t know what to expect.
I picked my way around an annoying stream that had rerouted
to the path and made my way up a somewhat steep route in the woods. Then
treeline broke and I saw that the sky was clear. We could see for miles across
the park. There were no signs of urbanization to disturb the beautiful view,
just miles and miles of forests, ponds and smaller mountains. The sight took my
breath away.
View of the basin of Mt. Katahdin from Hamlin ridge, coming down the trail from the peak. |
And then the wind took my breath away. After navigating over
a boulder field, we emerged on the plateau and were immediately met with
powerful gusts of wind. We were walking head-on into them. They must have been
close to 40 mph. The wind was frigid too, so we bundled up with our GORE-TEX jackets, winter gloves and hats.
My camera is blowing in the wind -- I was so grateful for that GORE-TEX jacket!! |
We pushed against the wind and made it to the rock pile
marking Hamlin peak. We could see the marker for Baxter peak standing tall in
the distance. Then it was time to go down. The wind was still pounding as I began the steep descent
down the exposed Hamlin trail. Now the wind was at my side, and it would push
at my backpack and threaten to topple me over. Sometimes it was so ferocious
that Austin and I would both stop in our tracks and sit down on the granite to
avoid being pushed off the steep ridge. Straps on my backpack whipped so
violently that they hurt my cold face. We crouched behind boulders to
get shelter from the gusts when we needed a break for water or a Clif Bar.
The whole thing was exhilarating. Hamlin has been my
favorite Katahdin trail so far because of the way it drops off on both sides,
offering gorgeous views of Katahdin’s basin and north peak on the left and the
cathedrals, Baxter Peak and Knife Edge on the right. I was enamored by the
views the entire time.
Knife Edge |
Even though I had been worried about having a 30-pound
backpack on some of the more technical spots, I found I had quickly adapted to
the pack. I even used it to my advantage by swinging it with my body for
momentum.
Finally we were below treeline and sheltered from the
continuous wind. And before I knew it, we were at Chimney Pond. This campground
is partway up the mountain bordering the small, alpine pond. The sight of the
steep cliffs of Katahdin over the pond amazed me, especially since the last
time I visited the fog was so thick that you couldn’t tell there was a mountain
there. You could see the detailed outline of the cathedral rock formations
along Cathedral Trail, as well as the Knife Edge ridge backdropped by an
overcast sky.
Katahdin over Chimney Pond |
We met Austin’s parents and gratefully feasted on the food they carried in. The next day, we took the 3 mile path to Roaring Brook campground to spend our few remaining days relaxing. I didn’t want to leave. I was sad to think that the next time I’ll be there will be (hopefully) October of next year, after a successful trek along the Appalachian Trail. After that memorable week, I was both confident and eager for this challenge.
Another moose at Chimney Pond campground! |
After 5 days roughing it in the wilderness, I'm at the foot of Mt. Katahdin
The West Basin of Mt. Katahdin towers over Davis Pond |
The trail to Davis Pond was a pretty tame 5.3 miles, but it
was a wet 5.3 miles. Right at the beginning we came to a pretty wide river we
had to rock-hop. I almost made it safely across, but then I landed in a marshy
section by the bank.
The trail followed above and alongside the river for a
while. We were travelling between two small mountains through a valley that led
to the base of the largest mountain in Maine, Mt. Katahdin. Then, the trail
dipped back down and we had to cross the river again. Though, the point marked
by blue blazes as the crossing spot was pretty flooded. We had to trekked up
the side of the river, clinging to the scraggly pine branches poking out from
the banks. It took us about half an hour to get to a better crossing, and I
still slid off a particularly slippery and slanted rock and fell waist-deep in
the cold rapids.
We had a lunch of GORP (Good Ol’ Raisins and Peanuts, a
hiking classic) at a clearing in the woods where a huge slab of rock shimmered
in the sun. A thin layer of water ran down the face of the rock, which
stretched over 50 feet, and made it shine. After we ate, we followed the trail
as it scaled this rock.
The Davis Pond lean-to was as isolated as it gets, but I
didn’t see a single critter. Austin and I were truly alone in the middle of
Baxter State Park and in the shadows of Katahdin. The views of the mountain as
it rose sharply over the litter alpine pond were impressive. Near the top of
the mountain you could see a glittering waterfall from the melted snow.
I began to worry about the intimidating hike planned for the
next day. We were to take the Northwest Basin trail up to Hamlin Peak and
descended along the exposed Hamlin ridge. I had never done a hike that
technical with such a large backpack. Rain was in the forecast and could really
complicate things. But rain or shine, we had to make it over that mountain.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Close encounters with wildlife at Russell Pond
The most monotonous day was the 7.5 mile hike to Russell
Pond campground. On the way, we stopped to have lunch at the Pogy Pond lean-to,
which was one of the most beautiful spots I’ve seen in the park and offered
great views of Mt. Katahdin over the pond.
The trail was flat and repetitive,
and I was so excited when I caught my first glimpse of the pond that I let out
a loud gasp.
We had a two-day reservation on a tent site a short walk
from the water. While the roomy lean-tos looked tempting, we decided we wanted
to put our new tent to work. We had picked out the newest model of the two-person L.L. Bean Microlight, and so far have been nothing but pleased with our little
home. It is surprisingly light and affordable.
This is when the pizza infatuation set in. After only a few
days of eating backpacking-friendly meals, I was craving pizza straight from
the oven. The House of Pizza in nearby Millinocket makes some of the best pizza
I’ve ever had, and I couldn’t stop thinking about getting a big, greasy pie as soon
as I left the park.
I saw more wild animals at Russell than in the whole trip
combined. Deer, hummingbirds, and chipmunks came out to enjoy the springtime
warmth. We saw at least three different moose come to cool down in the pond at
dusk, the best time for moose sightings.
I had a close encounter with a moose in the woods, too. I
was crouched on a log washing dishes for dinner when I heard twigs crunching
behind me. Thinking it was Austin returning from filtering stream water, I
looked over. Instead, it was a huge bull moose walking through the bushes.
Alarmed, I stood up quickly. He stopped in his tracks and stared at me, head
cocked. I imagined him thinking, “That’s a funny-looking moose …” and I
remembered Austin telling me literally a few moments before how moose might
attack if threatened. I started running out of the woods, and the moose started
running in the opposite direction. Seems like we were both surprised by the
encounter.
Austin and I canoed leisurely around the pond on our zero
day, and dropped each other off on granite rocks in the middle to bathe in the
sun while our partner paddled around. It got so nice we considered going for a
swim, that is until we noticed the huge leeches drifting around. We decided to
pass.
Enjoying the sunset over Russell Pond |
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Sunday, June 10, 2012
Waterfront property on Upper South Branch pond, lots of privacy!
Our first stop in Baxter State Park was only a 2 mile hike in, but we were
weighed down with packs that were heavier than they should’ve been. We stopped
at a cliff to look out over the South Branch ponds, and caught a distant
glimpse of the towering Mt. Katahdin. We would be atop that summit in a week.
Upper South Branch is one of the most peaceful places in
Maine. There is a sole lean-to on the upper pond, and you have to hike or canoe
in to get to it. The little shelter sits on the edge of the woods about 20 feet
from the pond. Looking out across the water, it’s very apparent you’re alone
aside from the thriving wildlife.
We spent two days enjoying the tranquility of the site and
feasting on our heavier food items – we needed the carbs for the upcoming trip.
On the first night I enjoyed a fierce thunderstorm from the warm and dry safety
of my sleeping bag inside my tent inside the lean-to. The cracks of thunder
were some of the loudest I’ve heard, and rocked the forest around us.
The next day we hiked six miles to admire some waterfalls along Howe Brook Falls Trail,
but I have to admit they didn’t compare to the falls of Pennsylvania. One of
the few things Pennsylvania trumps Maine at.
Then the miles began …
Our waterfront view, such a peaceful spot. |
The lean-to (from my last visit here, obviously wouldn't have be able to carry all that stuff on my back haha) |
Austin's Gore-Tex Katahdin Hikers from L.L. Bean make their debut. They held up so well in the wet sections we came across later on ... may have to get myself a pair. |
Fog lifts over some planks heading to the lean-to site. Upper South Branch pond to the right. |
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