This is the story of the harrowing trail we hiked from Pisgah Road to Route 77 on the Mattabesett. Karen, Mike and I set out early to enjoy a day full of fun, beauty and friendship. It turned into something else.
We encountered snow-covered tunnels, barely being able to trudge our way safely through. A “scenic view” required us to blaze our treacherous way through the forest. Monsters of green leaped out at us and obstructed our path at times. We had to forge a raging river that tested our physical agility. We learned orienteering skills as a pyramid appeared in our midst. We suffered aerial assaults at every twist and turn. Vultures mistook us for food and we had to fight them off. We teetered on the edge of mountains with only prayers keeping us from falling to our death. Boggy swamps tried to grasp a hold and swallow us. Animal urine markings surrounded us. I could just feel the forest coyotes watching us, waiting for us to become their afternoon snack. Just when we thought we had survived and it couldn’t get any worse…the Forest and Park death sign appeared. Our bodies were physically beaten and our spirits were low and yet we had to go on. This last section was our undoing with the rugged ups and downs, mudslides and a massive rock formation to go through. We survived barely and the car was never such a welcomed site.
It’s all true but I will give you the full details.
Departing the summit we headed to the next scenic overlook. Unfortunately this path had been swallowed by water and in order to get to it, we had to make our own detour. Unfortunately, the view was not worth the effort.
Our next obstacle was crossing Chalker Brook. It was raging from all the rain and snow this week. There was no easy place to cross, unless you were long legged. Both Karen and I are not. Getting across did require physical agility, mental fortitude and the proverbial leap of faith. We both did it with some coaxing from Mike.
A pyramid did appear on our path. Luckily the trail went around it, but this boulder was massive.
As we hiked the weather warmed up and snow was bombing us from the tree limbs. Not to mention if you brushed against a tree, all that snow came crashing down on your head and found its way down your back.
Steeply through a hemlock forest, we weaved our way to the mica ledges with turkey vultures circling overhead. They were gracefully dancing on the thermals, joyfully soaring through the air, looking for tasty morsels to devour.
I started to notice a great deal of yellow markings on this section of trail. At first I believed an animal was marking his territory, but strangely there were no animal prints by these yellow spots. On closer inspection, I discovered it was “tree pee”. The sap was oozing out of the trees causing the snow to change color. So much for the wild animal theory.
At this point we are very tired, legs sore from the demands of hiking in snow. Our GPS tells us the road is only 800 feet away, but the trail map has us going for another mile or so. We could hear the tease of the road throughout this last section. We knew we were ever so close, but the trail had to make its final demands of us. That is when we see the warning sign from the Connecticut Forest and Park Association. We affectionately refer to this sign as “the death sign”.
What crazy ledges do we have to climb now, we think? I always worry when I see this sign at the end of a hike, because I’m tired and more likely to make a misstep. We are at the Broomstick Ledges, a series of ups and down, crossing up, over, around and through rocks, boulders and ledges. The worst part was going down a slick spot that was a mini mudslide. This required sure footing and pole support.
So my friends you see the story was a true one, a little imagination never hurt a good story to be a better story. We did have a day of fun, beauty and friendship on the Mattabesett.
Until the next hike….
Details: Mattabesett Trail from Durham to Guilford. 7.5 miles ( a little less, the gps wearer had to double back at Chalker Brook while looking for easier crossing for us short legged people, no found). Parked at Pisgah Road at a small turnoff. Had car waiting for us at lot off of Route 77 below Bluff Head. A little over 5 hours for us to hike it.