One of the goals for my month in Maine was to climb Mt. Katahdin – the highest point in Maine and the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail.
The mountain is situated within Baxter State Park, which restricts the number of hikers per day using a reservation system for parking spots. This makes for a great climbing experience (I only encountered a handful of other people all day), but requires some advanced planning.
I opted to leave from the Roaring Brook trailhead, ascending via the famous Knife Edge trail and returning via the Chimney Pond trail.
I left Portland, Maine at 2:00 am, reached the park gate around 5:40 am, waited 10 minutes or so for the park to open, and began hiking at 6:30 am. I ran into some rain showers during the first few miles, but these cleared up around the time I reached treeline.
The trail was very rocky (as per usual) but reasonably gradual until I reached the summit of Pamola Peak (4,902′).
The final 1.1 miles to the summit of Katahdin was hands-down the most exciting (i.e. challenging) section of the day. The route followed a narrow ridgeline, with varying degrees of exposure and a few very short sections requiring class 3-4 scrambling. The initial downclimb/upclimb from Pamola to Chimney Peak was probably the toughest section.
It was also very windy, though not nearly as bad as I encountered on Mt. Madison last week. Probably a steady 25-30 mph on the ridge, with occasional 50mph gusts. And of course the gusts always seemed to hit when I stood upright on narrow sections.
I made it to the summit of Katahdin (5,270′) in just under 4 hours, where I took the obligatory photo next to the sign marking the end of the Appalachian Trail.
Most of the rest of the day was spent in a heavy fog, so I didn’t get great pictures. Took another 50 minutes or so to reach Hamlin Peak (4,751′), then started the long descent.
Made it back to my car in a total time of 7 hours 40 minutes. Ballpark distance was 12 miles with 4,000′ elevation gain. I wasn’t going at a crazy fast pace by any means, but the early afternoon finish allowed me make it back to Portland in time for a full night’s sleep.
My legs were pretty sore when I made it back to the apartment (even more so the next morning)…but I knew that I only had one more day off before heading back to Wisconsin…so I decided to take one last stab at the Presidential Traverse the following day. I’ll try to get that post written up within the next few days.