By Jelane A. Kennedy
Heading up Route 9 from the Village of Schroon Lake, New York the sun was shining. The turn onto Alder Meadow Road brought open light blue sky. As we parked at the end of Crane Pond road the roar of the nearby stream reverberated through the windows of the Ranger. I gathered our stuff as Eileen checked out the road to the right of the parking area.
“Does it look like we need to put on our Micro-spikes?”
“Oh ya, the road is packed snow and ice, we’ll want our hiking sticks too. “
This was a new hike for us. In the summer we had stayed away from Crane Pond Road area because we had heard it was usually so busy with people. Today we were the only one’s in the parking lot. As we hit the old logging road a pick-up truck came down from up above, which surprised us. I guess motor vehicles are allowed?
As spring has sprung so has the rush of water. The first half of the hike was dominated by sounds of water running everywhere. As the ice and snow pack melted on the road we could see the power of water slicing through making mini canyons. A little further up the water gushed over rocks creating several large waterfalls. With each new sound, out came the camera to capture what there was to see.
At one point a guy caught up with us. He had his pack on and a fishing pole in hand. We wondered if there would be enough melt on the ponds to drop a line. When we asked, he laughed and said he didn’t care, it was just a good day to be out. He also told us how much further up the turn off trail would be.
At the turn off trail for Goose Pond we left the wide road and moved to the smaller trail. The forest pulled in more and the fog tucked in and out from behind the trees and boulders. Quietly showing up off and on while we hiked. It felt mystical as though we might see faire people at any moment.
After crossing two bridges, one two feet wide and the other two logs wide partly submerged on both ends, we arrived at Goose Pond and found a large rock where we stopped. Eileen pulled a snack out of the pack. The sun drenched the rock almost making it hot. Lying in the sun watching the ice melt, the edge of liquid sloshing against the leather looking ice pack was relaxing. At one point we could hear the whooping and hollering of a fishermen across the pond as he caught and released his fish, his blaze orange cap bobbing. It was a perfect spring day.
As we hiked back there were spots of warm air a bit like the warm spots you feel when swimming in a fresh water lake. Then there would be the cool air of melting snow as we moved on. Near the end of the narrow trail to the pond we glimpsed the beginnings of the growing season as Eileen pointed out new wintergreen shoots under a tree.
When we returned to the parking area there were now a dozen vehicles lined up in the lot. It seemed like every one was feeling the call of spring. It was time to head to Stewarts back in Schroon Lake for an ice cream cone. Spring had truly sprung and we had glimpsed the change in season. I couldn’t help but smile.
(c) 2014 Jelane A. Kennedy & Eileen A. McFerran