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It
was an easy hike from the Bulge to Mt Cabot. The true summit is
wooded with no views, so I paused just long enough to take a couple
of pictures, then headed south a few tenths of a mile to the more
open south summit, as I was interested in seeing the nearby Cabot
cabin.
At
the south summit, I ran into the hikers who had thought would
have trouble getting up the Horn. They were sitting down to eat
lunch on the open rocks. To the west, just behind a clump of trees,
sat the cabin, where a loud raucous voice echoed through the still
mountain air. The other hikers warned me about this noisy guy.
Apparently, he had spent the night in the cabin, and had too much
to drink. He had been standing on the porch spewing a litany of
his views on just about everything, most of which were negative
or didn't make a heck of a lot of sense. But the other hikers
said that he wasn't dangerous, just annoying.
Anyway,
I really wanted to see the cabin after coming this far, so I walked
across the small clearing and down a short path to where it stood.
Luckily, he seemed to have some calmer friends with him. I went
inside for a quick look and took a few pictures. In the main room,
there's a dining table on one side, and a sink and woodstove
on the other. A small back room sleeps eight on wooden bunks.
A rain barrel outside is the primary water source.
On
the way back down, we paused again at Unknown Pond to admire the
view. But our rest was cut short when it started to rain lightly.
Luckily, it never started to come down any harder, and had even
stopped by the time we got back to the car and started heading
home again. |
Me
on the wooded summit of Mt Cabot. The more open south summit is
a few tenths of a mile from here. |
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