Somehow I always end the season wondering why I didn't get to the Adirondacks more often. The reason, upon reflection, is that it's too cold (I'm without wet/dry suit and 4-season tent), and then it's black fly season, and then it's tourist season, and then I get a fall trip in, and then season's over. So this year I resolved to brave the black flies and get up in May after canceling an April trip due to a forecast of rain and lows in the 30s (I'll brook one or the other but not both of those at once). The forecast was for passing showers Sat and Sun pm, but lows only in the mid-50s and highs in the 80s, so we decided to pack our raincoats and go for it. I headed up last weekend, spent Friday night at my buddy's cabin, and Saturday morning we headed to the put-in with my Old Town Penobscot 16 and a newly acquired (used) canoe cart. The cart worked great to wheel the canoe the 1/3 mile on a gravel road from the Tahawus parking lot to the put-in at the dam - we had our day-packs and locally-sourced firewood in the canoe, overnight packs on our shoulders, and the canoe wheeled right along with minimal effort.
Henderson Lake is beautiful with views of the High Peaks. There are several shrubby wetland areas/creek mouths to explore, and the surrounding mountains make the scenery a constant delight. Oddly, the black flies were almost nonexistent in the woods, but we hit swarms often while out on the water, especially close to shore. They were pretty persisent in following us into the middle of the lake, but never bad enough to put on our headnets or break out the DEET.
The weather forecast came back to haunt us - both afternoons featured frequent rumbles of thunder which lead to us racing back to camp, and Sat it absolutely poured on us from about 3pm - 5pm, and then again around 7-8pm. Thank goodness I packed an old leaky tarp, or we would have been eating leftover trailmix for dinner huddled in our tents instead of the campstove rice and beans we cooked under the tarp as the rain poured around us. It rained more in the night, we both guessed at least half an inch over 24hrs. When we got back to my friends cabin 20 min away, his rain gauge only showed <0.1 inches - we wondered if the High Peaks around the Lake didn't make rain and thunderstorms more likely than in the flatter terrain around the cabin. Things were still thoroughly soaked in the morning, with heavy mist on the mountains, and our rain flies hadn't dried out at all when we went to pack our tents around 10:30am on Sun after a morning paddle around the lake. Nevertheless, the flies weren't too bad, and the scenery was A+, so it was well worth the trip.
Pics:
We snuck in a dusk full moon paddle at my buddy's pond
Blue skies over Wallface Mtn, earlier on Saturday.
Soggy but pleasant enough campsite.
Sunset after the first extended downpour. More was to come....
Mist hugged the terrain contours on Sunday morning.
Henderson Lake is beautiful with views of the High Peaks. There are several shrubby wetland areas/creek mouths to explore, and the surrounding mountains make the scenery a constant delight. Oddly, the black flies were almost nonexistent in the woods, but we hit swarms often while out on the water, especially close to shore. They were pretty persisent in following us into the middle of the lake, but never bad enough to put on our headnets or break out the DEET.
The weather forecast came back to haunt us - both afternoons featured frequent rumbles of thunder which lead to us racing back to camp, and Sat it absolutely poured on us from about 3pm - 5pm, and then again around 7-8pm. Thank goodness I packed an old leaky tarp, or we would have been eating leftover trailmix for dinner huddled in our tents instead of the campstove rice and beans we cooked under the tarp as the rain poured around us. It rained more in the night, we both guessed at least half an inch over 24hrs. When we got back to my friends cabin 20 min away, his rain gauge only showed <0.1 inches - we wondered if the High Peaks around the Lake didn't make rain and thunderstorms more likely than in the flatter terrain around the cabin. Things were still thoroughly soaked in the morning, with heavy mist on the mountains, and our rain flies hadn't dried out at all when we went to pack our tents around 10:30am on Sun after a morning paddle around the lake. Nevertheless, the flies weren't too bad, and the scenery was A+, so it was well worth the trip.
Pics:
We snuck in a dusk full moon paddle at my buddy's pond
Blue skies over Wallface Mtn, earlier on Saturday.
Soggy but pleasant enough campsite.
Sunset after the first extended downpour. More was to come....
Mist hugged the terrain contours on Sunday morning.