With fall rolling into late October, I decided to visit these two peaks. Monday October 21st forecasted a beautiful day before less desirable weather moved in the rest of the week. To avoid as much of the traffic these two peaks see, I arrived at the trailhead at twilight. Only one other car arrived before me.
With my regular hiking partner, Choya, we began our climb of Cascade just before 7AM. Heavy rain fell just a few days prior, leaving the trail rather muddy. Mud would be the theme for the rest of the hike. While Adirondack trails seem to hold mud, I was still surprised by the amount of mud.
The trail to Cascade climbs nearly 2,000 feet in 2.4 miles. While not the worst climbing in the region, the trail climbs pretty consistently. Because of the mud, this made the trail feel more difficult. I tried to pussy foot through the mud by stepping on rocks. Because of the high volume of traffic, the trail bed is rather wide. Plenty of rocks are available to follow to avoid some of the mud in the worst spots. The climb seemed to take longer than I would have expected given its distance.
|The theme of the hike- mud|
|Notice a little snow starting to come into view|
The first views start pretty high along the trail. Views into the heart of High Peaks seemed promising with a few clouds skimming parts of the peaks. As I neared the summit, the trail passed over bog bridges. Packed snow on the bridges made the wood quite slippery. The wet area around the bridges had a pretty thick icy coating.
|View from open area during the climb|
|Early morning view|
|Snow on the higher elevations|
|Dense valley fog|
|Choya didn't care for this too much|
|Slick bog bridges|
Cascade's summit looks pretty impressive. The trail leaves the trees and ascends open rock to the summit high point. Stairs built into the rock navigate the trickiest terrain. The exposed summit offers quite impressive views. Unfortunately, as I reached the summit, clouds closed in, eliminating majority of the views. I waited at the summit, hoping the clouds would leave as quickly as they came, but I wasn't so lucky.
|Approaching Cascade's summit|
|The sky was blue as I reached the summit|
|Clouds didn't obscure the north at first|
|Choya with wind whipped ears|
|Whiteface just before it disappeared|
|Faint view through the clouds|
|It appeared that Cascade was the only clear summit at this point|
|A short window of visibility|
|Choya wondering what we are looking at|
I dropped off the summit and retraced my steps about .3 miles to the junction of the trail to Porter. The trail drops in elevation from the junction. The well worn trail acted as a stream bed to melting snow. Although not deep, the running water continued to the low point between the two peaks. Sections of deep mud broke up the running water. After the low point, the running water continued as I climbed toward Porter.
|Dropping off Cascade|
|Cascade became fully shrouded by the time we left|
The trail reached a large garage sized boulder at what appeared to be a high point. My altimeter read close to Porter's elevation, although I knew it was reading somewhat high. I scrambled up the slick boulder hoping to see ahead. The clouds obscured the view, although there appeared to be another high spot ahead.
|Heading toward Porter|
|This doesn't look fun|
The route ahead brought me to some of the nastiest mud of the day. I quickly reached Porter's summit. The clouds broke long enough to catch a brief view of the higher peaks to the south before, I headed back. The thought of trudging through mud and running water wasn't too appealing. Surprisingly, I only sunk above my ankle once. Choya wasn't so lucky and quite muddy up to his belly.
|A brief glimpse at the High Peaks|
|The skies cleared as I left Porter|
|Not this again|
|Water flowing down the trail|
|At least the mud wasn't deep here|
As I reached the junction of the Cascade Trail, the clouds appeared to be lifting. I traveled the .3 miles back to the summit and my luck improved. Most of the clouds lifted, and the views helped me forget about the slogging through the mud. Surprisingly nobody else was on the summit. The 360-degree views from Cascade are quite impressive. The summit offers grandstand views into the heart of the High Peaks. Snow on the higher peaks as well as the occasional cloud over the summits enhanced the views. In the valleys, fog dotted the landscape below higher terrain. I was lucky to get the view to myself.
|Most of the High Peaks in the clear|
|Nice depth in the distant terrain|
|A few clouds leaving the summits|
|The same pic is above with no mountains visible|
|The clouds make for interesting shots|
|The fog hanging on to the north|
|Still some clouds but at least I can see mountains|
|The summits almost completely clear to the south|
|Nice view across the snow|
While I had only passed four people up to this point, my relative solitude changed on my descent. In the 2.4 miles back to the trailhead, I never traveled more than a few minutes without passing upward hikers. When I reached the trailhead, still before 11AM, the parking lots all seemed to be full. Dozens of groups signed the register after me.
|Nice water feature lower on the trail|
|Choya on Cascade|
|Maybe he's enjoying the view too|
On busy weekends, it's not unusual for these peaks to see hundreds of people a day. They stand as the shortest routes to any of the 46ers with easy trailhead access. The two summits are often some of the first tackled by aspiring 46ers. Roundtrip to both peaks clocks in at just 6.2 miles. Despite sitting in the High Peaks Wilderness Area, don't expect a wilderness feel with the crowds. That being said, the views, particularly from Cascade, make it easy to understand why the peaks get so crowded. Cascade's views are stunning. If you don't mind sharing your hike with others, the two peaks are worth a quick outing if you are looking for views and don't have a lot of time. With planning, it's possible to get the peaks to yourself. I had both summits to myself by hiking during the week, after the peak season.
|Catching Choya as he was blasted by a gust|