It took us about two hours to hike from where we parked the van to the cabin– after hiking through snowmobile campgrounds, meadows, a few trails, part of a road, and across the pond. We were all exhausted, and spent the rest of the day getting settled in and shoveling everything in sight. We sat around the fire for a good amount of time, laughing and telling stories, to the point where no one wanted to get up to make dinner. That evening we split up, and half of the group trekked up the hill to the yurt where they slept.
Day two started with a late rise, our intention being a lazy day after the long hike the day before. We hiked, and hiked, and hiked… three hours one way. When we reached that three-hour mark, we sat in the pure white snow and ate our bagged lunches. It felt good to get something into our stomachs, and we decided to turn around before we reached our destination. So much for a “lackadaisical hike”. We backtracked for a good hour and a half, than we decided to explore a place called Mud Pond. It felt great to get back to our warm cabin that night, and thankfully the snow didn’t start coming down like a blizzard until we were cozy in our sleeping bags.
We woke to 16 new inches of powder, and high winds. Outside it was frigid, the wind chill making it a low -10°F. Our original plan was to hike up a somewhat close mountain called Sally Mountain, so we woke up earlier and got ready for a more intense hike. The hike was wonderful, but the wind was awful. After hiking for what seemed like a very long time, it was unanimous that lunch and then turning back was the best plan. The view from our turning spot was AMAZING, you could see mountains all around and the trees glistened with ice. When we got back off of the mountain, we could see right where we had stopped, and although we thought we only “kissed her feet” in the great words of Steph, we had really “climbed her shoulders”! It was enthralling to see the distance we had hiked, but again, it was wonderful to have a welcoming warm cabin to go home to. That hike had lasted a mere two hours one-way; and it was supposed to be tougher than the hike the day before! The boys cooked tonight, a hilarious spectacle, but the Shepard’s pie was good.
Friday morning: 4:30 wake-up call. Our intent was to gather everything, hike half way across the lake, and eat breakfast as the sun rose, then be ready to get up and go from there. Turned out, when we woke up the temperature was -20°F, no wind chill. In a somewhat confused and chaotic sitting, we decided to eat breakfast inside and head out a little later than planned. We ended up getting out of the cabin and down to the pond at about 6:00 am, just in time to see the sun rise over Sally Mountain– a gorgeous sight. The snow sparkled at our feet, and the mountain ridges were lined in a pure gold light, while still to our right was a calm blue sky and silver moon. We saw three deer before reaching the van, at about 8 or 9 in the morning. It took us a little while to get the van packed, but we were finally on our way. At 10:30 we stopped in Skowhegan at a small grille and got hot cocoa, tea, and coffee. We arrived at Chewonki at 1 pm, enthusiastically beeping our horn and yelling out the Chewonki cheer, reluctant to find the campus barren.
-Sam Hersom, Wiscasset, ME