Dusty and I snowshoed the Metacomet from Phelps Road north, 3.5-miles in 41:33.
Wednesday, January 28, 1998
Tuesday, January 27, 1998
Sunday, January 25, 1998
Saturday, January 24, 1998
Friday, January 23, 1998
Thursday, January 22, 1998
Snowshoe day in Dubuque State Forest with Dusty.
We parked at King Corner Maintenance Area, and pushed uphill to the Hawley Pass crossing.
Enjoyed our way down to Basin Brook and turned north downstream for a bit before making the turn and long climb up Hitchcock Meadow Trail.
Once Hitchcock Meadow emptied onto Moody Spring Road, we broke our way over to Gould Meadow before taking Hallockville Road back to King Corner Road, and our finish.
We completed a worthy 7-miles in 1:56:03.
Monday, January 19, 1998
Sunday, January 18, 1998
Saturday, January 17, 1998
Moody Spring Snowshoe Ramble II
January 17th, 1998 - Hawley, Massachusetts
January 17th, 1998 - Hawley, Massachusetts
LACK OF LOST MOUNTAIN
Well, despite Wuzzam insisting that we would “find that lost mountain”, Mt. Riga would have to wait for the ice to leave before any of us ventured out that way to search. Instead, a quick call to Farmer Tom in Ashfield put us in the direction of Hawley for the second time in two weeks. There was plenty of fresh light fluffy snow within its confines!
We ended up breaking trail no matter where we went, and the conditions
were as perfect as one could hope for. Our stop at Moody Spring had us
in tears (due to laughter) as Wuzzam rambled on and on about how he had
imagined it to be a huge tourist attraction with signs and all. The pipe
shooting out of the stone with the tasty mineral filled water exiting
it wasn’t exactly what he had expected, but he did admit to its power of
“regeneration”. When I let him know that it took me 9 years to find the
thing, he could understand why. Up until last February when the Old
Goat, Uphill and I finally made it to the water, it was “Lost Spring”
along with “Lost Mountain” we were searching for.
Several of the trails we explored are not on maps, and are not exactly
“trails” either. Blasting down the slope to Moody Spring had someone
mentioning that it “wasn’t much of a trail”, to which Karl laughed and
said “who needs a trail??” That about sums it up for snowshoeing... you
really don’t need a trail, just snow.
MOODY SPRINGS SNOWSHOE RAMBLE II
JANUARY 17, 1998 HAWLEY, MA
JANUARY 17, 1998 HAWLEY, MA
Keen-Eye 20km 3:21:00
Old Goat 20km 3:22:00
Bandit 20km 3:23:00
Wuzzam 20km 3:24:00
Farmer 20km 3:25:00
Thursday, January 8, 1998
Saturday, January 3, 1998
Moody Spring Snowshoe Ramble I
January 3rd, 1998 - Hawley, Massachusetts
January 3rd, 1998 - Hawley, Massachusetts
M. SPRINGS & SMILING SNOWMEN
Seeing as we missed out on BD’s
FA50 and also TW’s Gruba Dupa, a few leftover wannabees considered multiple
loops around the forest of Hawley, specifically Moody Springs. Although we
wouldn’t come close to the holiday achievement of 50Km, we did spend a
wonderfully long time sampling the unseasonable warm temperatures and deep wet
snow that Hawley State Forest had to offer. And oh yes, drink from the spring
we did...
The Basin Brook Trail is a
particularly beautiful section of this forest during the winter months, so much
so we ran it in both directions. There is something wonderfully relaxing and
peaceful about running in snow along side a frozen snow covered brook rolling
along slowly not in any hurry. Infrequent blast of hot blowing air contrasted
sharply with the cold wet pocket of air within the bottom of the steep banks of
the brook, causing us to wonder and laugh each time we felt the change of
temperature. This was a real charge for us, for at this point of the day each
of us was feeling tiredness creep in and our judgment may have been a bit
cloudy. As each of us admitted feeling the difference, all became sane again.
Well, sort of.
We actually circled Moody
Springs twice, filling our bottles and drinking long and deep both times. The
shelter had a huge snowman perched on it’s roof, looking out for approaching
visitors and greeting them with a welcoming hand raised in salute. None of us
could figure out how anyone managed to raise the big balls of snow up onto the
roof, but the frosty thing sure did look happy sitting there alone at the
magical place known as Moody Springs. Come to think of it, so did we.
MOODY
SPRINGS SNOWSHOE RAMBLE I
JANUARY
3, 1998 HAWLEY, MA
K2
12km 5:45
JT
15km 3:05
Keen-Eye
13 miles 3:59
Bandit
13 miles 4:05
Farmer 13 miles 4:05
Friday, January 2, 1998
Tuesday, December 30, 1997
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