January 27, 2016
Me, my dad, and Mr. Duane where on a hike that we used snowshoes. I started out in the front ,but my shins where hurting a lot but I didn’t tell them later. I soon was at the back of the group. It was a lot easer at the back than in the front because I could literally fallow in . Mr. Duane s or my dads footsteps. I got a good break of lying down because my dad was talking to Mr. Duane about something. After we took our half hike break we meet some nice people that where following us and my dad made a joke that the people where hiking after us so that they could go on already hiked on trails. We made the people go ahead of us so that they cleared the way for us to go. They left at the next road and we kept going. We came to a open area that snowmobiles drove around like crazy. We decided that we would go to the road that lead to the spot that Mr. Duane owned.
January 27, 2016
Started the day with a stack of waffles. A good warm breakfast before crosschecking our gear is always a good idea.
Met Duane in the parking lot near the ORV trailhead shortly after 8:00 AM. We waited and discussed the weather, nuclear energy, and his Now dear departed truck.
at 8:30 we piled into my truck and made our Way to the intersection of the NCT and cinder hill Rd.
Our snowshoes sunk into the snow yet kept us 5 or 6 inches aloft the ground, leaving the truck behind amid the buzzing snowmobiles we set out. Duane constantly taking photos and me taking photos of he taking photos we made our way meandering through the snow covered branches.
Our conversation died as it left us as the fresh virgin snow absorbed all sound around us and we heard nothing but the whipping wind far above in the treetops and the occasional whine of an engine in the distance.
Linus broke trail for us for the first half mile or so and exhausted plopped down for a rest and we took a photo op. shortly thereafter Duane plopped down on accident because his snowshoes were less familiar to him than his feet.
Picking our way along the trail relying heavily on the blue blazes we found them often snow covered or difficult to pick out and at one point we completely lost the trail in a section that badly needs re-blazing.
Once we reached Whispering pines drive we took a selfie because that’s just what you do these days…right?
We stopped at Bocook rd to have lunch, Linus and I had Cheese and Crackers and I had a Frosted Gingerbread Cliff bar
(which by the way is very, very good) and Duane had some bars of the Cliff variety.
By this point, I had stripped and stowed my outer layer
as we proceeded into a section that I had re-blazed i constantly pointed out to Duane my handiwork until we came across one blaze that someone was unhappy with.
Shortly thereafter when crossing a snowmobile trail, we stopped for a drink of water and heard voices. Coming up the trail behind us we saw Bill and Bob Courtois. We chatted a bit and they commented on how nicely we had broken trail for them. We graciously allowed them to lead and those guys can move, that or we were tired.
They had left their car near the Scholl Rd Trail Crossing.
We ventured on through the snow until we crossed a Snowmobile Highway, Knowing we were nearly back we trudged on to the car. We drove back to the truck and took our funny hats picture.
Oh another Duane fall:
Daydreaming: 5 Hours 38 Minutes
Fauna: Homo Sapiens on Snowmobiles and on Snowshoes
NCT 2016 Miles Hiked: 9.9
January 02, 2016
Dad planed us to go to a part of the N.C.T trail today on the first of January. We did go but I usually attempt to sleep on the way. I actually stayed up and listened to the (to me) hilarious pod-casts that my dad plays. When we got there dad, as always told mom to take a picture of me and him. When we started out I was in front but dad wanted me in back so that if he dropped any thing I could pick it up and give it to him. We saw a turkey flying, who see turkeys fly it was me and dads first time seeing one . It was about 3.8 miles we hiked but to me it seemed forever. I was saved by the pod-casts dad played.
January 02, 2016
Brewed and stowed 32oz coffee in my handy Nalgine bottle and once we loaded up we headed to the Mancelona Rd Trail head. We waited a bit and found it looked like it would be a solo hike. Drove down
to Starvation Lake Rd. I spied a unique Pavement to Gravel sign that struck me as funny so I took a
We arrived at the trail/road crossing, strapped on our packs and struck out after we snapped a quick picture.
We left out snowshoes behind, the snow wasn’t deep enough for them to be made of much use and would be more of a hindrance than advantage. The Trail ran along through rows of old CCC forest. The trees towered majestically above us as they lined up standing at attention.
After traveling for just a short while we scared a flock of turkeys who being unable to cope with the 4 to 6 inches of snow took flight. Although I know turkey’s have the ability to fly I had never actually seen turkeys fly. It was both amazing and comical like giant feathered bowling balls floating upward.
The lined forest gave way to trees ordered by nature, where seeds fall or sky opens until we crossed an unnamed road perpendicular to Sand Lake rd. Across this unimproved road the forest had been clear cut and other than a carsonite marking the trail / road crossing. Crossing the road the trail was hidden by the snow and impossible to see in the criss-crossing limbs left behind by the logging operation that had laid waste to the area. I spied a sea green blaze that was followed by another. I checked our location and the map and these off color blazes were moving in the correct direction so we decided to follow them till they ran out and then make a decision. After trudging a bit we did finally see a blue blaze, not boundary blue, looked more like royal or ford blue but it was blue and a more defined trail.
The trail wound through a younger forest with a mix of trees and with fresh snow
deadening our footfalls it was very quiet. On occasion the whine of a snow-machine would pierce the cloak of silence enveloping us. Crossing a small meadow I heard something familiar but foreign. At first I thought it was turkeys and I stopped and asked little dude to listen with me. It was over head behind us we looked and he saw a flock of geese. Finally heading south for the winter, a really big flock.
Making it to sand lake Little Dude and I took a photo and he decided to make a snow angel. On the north end of Sand lake the trail follows Sand Lake Rd which is an unimproved road that has a dead end at sand lake but in the past
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had gone around the lake. we . This trail is also joined by surrounding trails in two miles it travels toward Mancelona Rd. As we neared the last 100 Meters four snowmobiliers passed us and asked if we needed a ride they were nice and continued on and we hopped in the truck and headed back.
Wanderlust: 5.1 Miles
Daydreaming: 3 Hours 22 Minutes
Fauna: Turkeys, Geese, Homo Sapiens on Snomobiles
Coffee: 23 OZ
NCT 2016 Miles Hiked: 5.1