I spend the summer working in New York State and got an unexpected long weekend early in the season. With nothing better to do I quickly decided to head for the High Peaks with the gear I had on hand for an overnight trip.
After renting a bear canister and buying a map I decided that my trip would be up over Algonquin Peak and down to Avalanche Lake and try for Mt. Marcy and any other peaks I could squeeze in the next day.
I went as light was I could with a baseweight of about 11 pounds including the bear canister. All I had was a Golite Jam2 so I didn't have much choice in going light.
I started out with great expectations of high mileages and ambitious plans to explore as much of the park as possible.
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The trail quickly gave me a dose of reality.
The problem was that the trail was rough, muddy and wet. It doesn't matter how strong you are there is a limit to how fast you can hop from slippery wet rock to slippery wet rock. Its especially hard when you are wearing New Balance 101s which have horrible soles for gripping wet rock.

I was hopping to make it over Algonquin Peak about the time it got dark and camp at one of several campsites and shelters marked on the map. However I was not making good time. When I saw the waterfall I found my position on the map and decided I'd be doing a LOT of night hiking if I stuck to my plan. The problem with night hiking would be
1. I'd miss whatever views there were up on the peak.
2. I'd be descending a wet a slippery mountain in the dark.
With the forest being so dense and rocky there just weren't a lot of options for camping other than the official sites.

I went back a short distance to the campsite and this is what I found. It was more of a mud hole then a campsite. I managed to squeeze my Golite Shangri La-1 onto a dry corner of the clearing next to a couple who were also camping there. We sat on our bear canisters and ate dinner as it got dark.

The trail up Algonquin Peak quickly became even rougher then it had been the previous day. I was glad I hadn't done this in the dark. The subalpine forest closed in so closely I'm not sure where I could have found a place big enough to lay down.

I had to be careful on a few sections of steep and slippery rock where slip would have been dangerous.

After going over a couple of hairy spots I came to this natural slip and slide. Dry I would have scrambled up it without a second thought but wet it was downright scary.


This was followed by more tricky spots.

Once I broke out above treeline amazing views opened up making all the work worth it.

I took a few pictures on the windy summit and headed down. I was now VERY glad I hadn't done this trail in the dark, it would have been sketchy and I would have missed the amazing views.


After enjoying the views I headed down the east side of Algonquin Peak toward Avalanche Lake.

The trail quickly became steep and slippery again and this time I was going downhill.

In many place "trail" was a bit generous. The trail was flooded and hard to distinguish from the stream flowing alongside it and it was often blocked with blowdowns.


The trail became hard to follow as it crossed and recrossed creeks and the trail merged with small creeks.
After some sketchy moves down rocks and across a small river I found myself looking down a 20 foot waterfall.
I weighed my options and concluded
1. I wasn't going on this way (the only way forward involved a wet bouldering route above the waterfall).
2. Taking a compass bearing and bushwacking was impractical and unsafe due to the unstable footing (moss was covering up holes between rocks off trail).
3. Going back was unappealing but smartest.
I backtracked a bit and found that I'd strayed onto a side trail and the real trail was much better, although covered by some fallen trees that hid it.

The trail improved a bit as I went lower and the waterfalls were nice.



I reached the Avalanche Lake after lunch. Remember this is where I'd planned to camp the night before, score one for Adirondack trails.


I explored around the lake a bit and ate a late lunch.

At this point I decided to head back. At the rate I was hiking here I didn't think I had any time to see much else and get back to work on time the following evening.


I hiked out enjoying the scenery and the company of a fishing guide name Darrin and his son and nephew.

Soon I was back at my car ready to head home. I'd had a fun time and gained a new appreciation for how rugged and beautiful the Adirondacks can be.

