Hi everyone! It’s your secretary here. This is where I write words about what happened in the COC office on Sunday night at 7 pm juuuust in case you were lame and happened to not show up!

Quick recap from our actual first meeting on 9/13: Everyone sat in a pile and it was sweaty. Sam Krumholz wore a sleeping bag because he was excited (??).  We also hot-seated Allison and Sophie as trip leaders! They sat in the fun chair on top of the old chest thing.  This was an exciting development. OK ANYHOO

This week, the gist:


Stars Over Katahdin; Two weekends ago, a glorious crew gazed upon Katahdin’s curves and the vast night sky for the second annual (*that we’ve attended*) Stars Over Katahdin event in Katahdin Woods and Waters. YEEEee fall in maine.

LTT: Our first Leader Training Trip graced Acadia National Park, and seven innocent laypeople became wise woodspeople in just two days! You can too! Congrats, though, actually.

Katahdin: Spencer and Alyssa took a crew up Katahdin, roasted weeenies, and slept under the stars.  Nuff said!

Katahdin^2: Maravilla and Eric also took a crew up Katahdin, but couldn’t come to the meeting unfortunately. Look for their epic blog post describing their rad adventure in Baxter!

Reesy SEES Bigelow: Nathaniel gave gummy bears to a thru hiker who likes to “keep it breezy”on the trail……………..

Jake Lester + XC: The cross country team revealed their upper thighs to the ocean in Acadia this weekend, where they went for a long run!

Teddy + BC: The boss country team revealed their smiles to the arboretum, when we went for a *lite* trail run.

JENNIFER PHARR DAVIS: She came to Colby, and it was incredible.  We now have one of her books, which she signed! She told us about all three times she’s thru hiked the AT, and about what to pack in a pack, and introduced us to her child, who is awesome. Thank you, JPD.


Katahdin: Do you want to hike the tallest mountain in Maine?? (“yes omg yes”) Then you should sign up for one of our 2 trips heading up to Baxter State Park this weekend! They are on the CALENDAR (click this thing)!!!!! Sign ups close tomorrow night at 7 pm, and then we will do a lottery to see who goes!

Common Ground Country Fair: This is an epic thing that is happening this weekend (Friday, Saturday and Sunday). There are shuttles that will leave provided by Colby! Also sign up for Cassandra and Spencer’s half-bike-half-drive trip that will save you a couple dollars on the entrance fee! WOOoooOo farms!

Old Speck: Maddi Bistrong and Teddy Simpson are leading a day hike to the Mahoosucs to hike Old Speck, the 3rd tallest mountain in Maine! Signups will go up tomorrow (Tuesday) night!

HOLLERINGS (idk, its like “announcements”)

***Fall Break***: If you want to lead a trip somewhere over Fall Break, look out for an email this week with a quick form to fill out! It’s gonna be epic.

Climbing Nights: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday this week with the Colby Mountaineering Club! 7-9:30 pm in the field house of the Athletic Center! Come one, come all, no experience necessary!!

Meru: The epic film was extended and is still showing at Railroad Square this week! GO SEE IT

Trail Work: Are you interested in helping the Woodsmen Team and PPD out with maintaining our beautiful arboretum trails a couple times a month? Shoot me in email if this really get’s you goin’:

OK OK MINIONS THAT’S ALL FROM ME – have a lovely week. PEACE

Mt. Katahdin / Baxter Area, 09/12/2015-09/13/2015, Difficulty (1-5): 2, Trip Length: Overnight

This weekend 8 daring Colby students visited the stunning area by Katahdin and Baxter State Park. After what seemed like hours on a potholed, rocky, precarious road, we met with the Woods and Waters of Katahdin Organization and went on a quick 3 mile hike up Barnard Mountain. At the top we had a great view of the monstrous Mount Katahdin!IMG_4320

Our guides told us the history of the trail and of the area. We made our way down and roasted some hotdogs (Kimberly burned one and so did Thomas but they were good with a lot of ketchup). Then a few local astronomers and professors gave 10 minute discussions about various space topics like how the Big Dipper (really called the Great Bear) got its long tail from a hunter who did not want to kill the bear but wanted to save a boy the bear wanted to eat. So he grabbed its stubby tail and swung it around until it stretched and tossed it into the sky…yeah some of the astronomers were very expressive.

The telescopes were set up after dinner and the Milky Way came out! Luckily the clouds stayed away so we could view Saturn, the Lagoon Nebula, the Dumbbell Nebula, and more!

The marshmallows we had later were outrageous. They were the size of apples. We gorged ourselves on processed sugar and sprawled out under the stars and slept soundly…until the rain came. We made a hasty retreat this morning and arrived safe and sound back at Colby.


Great food and greater people.

By Gregory Naigles

Date: 6/27/15

Location: Kent, Connecticut

Difficulty: 3.2


It had to be the right day. After suffering through two long weeks of temperatures in the 80s, I finally found a day where the temperature would be only 70 degrees – perfect. My choice of hiking destination wasn’t too difficult – I figured I’d return to a beautiful set of rugged hills in the western Connecticut town of Kent, located in a state park called Macedonia Brook.


I had done the 6.7-mile loop, climbing the highest hills in the park, once before, eight years ago. I wondered how much I would remember from then. The most salient facts that I remembered were that the scenery was incredible, and that the trail had, to quote the hike book, an “eight-foot ledge with minimal handholds” and a “thirty-foot sloping ledge” that were always interesting, and they proved to be this time as well.


And so it was at 10:15 AM on Saturday, June 27th that I pulled up to the trailhead in Macedonia Brook. It was located near a series of campsites, and the namesake brook babbled peacefully nearby. Without much hesitation, I started up the trail on the east side of the valley.


I hiked the first half of the loop in record time. This is the easier half, with relatively good footing (at least compared to the second half), and mostly gentle slopes. I enjoyed listening to the birds chirping and watching the ants crawling and the squirrels jumping. At one point, I crossed a road right next to a stream, and out of the stream flew a heron! Once I had joined the trail on the other side, the heron went back into the stream. I felt bad for disturbing it.


Twenty minutes later and one more hill conquered, I tumbled out onto another road, where a vehicle was parked. I noticed that the vehicle had a Georgia license plate, and briefly wondered why a Georgian would come all the way up to Connecticut just to hike Macedonia Brook. Then I saw that the license plate had Fulton County emblazoned on it. It all made sense to me now. Clearly Owens had come to do some hiking here, and I wondered briefly if I would bump into her. Of course, if she had started at the same place that I had, then she would probably have finished the entire hike already by the time I got to the vehicle, but that’s another story.


(The vehicle wasn’t actually Owens’. Her vehicle does say Fulton County, though.)


I then walked along a road that had been built by the Civilian Conservation Corps in the 1930s, and mentally thanked FDR for it. I soon approached another road. However, as I did, I heard a strange noise from the other road, and looked down to see what it was. I could hardly believe it. It was a yeti.


I quickly hid behind a tree, hoping that the yeti would just continue along the road and not notice me. However, the yeti stopped moving, pointed its head in my direction, and started to growl. I got very nervous.


The yeti took a few meaningful steps toward my position. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I run away as fast as I could? Should I yell and scream in the hopes that someone was there nearby who could fight off the yeti? Or maybe I should try to fight off the yeti myself. I did have my walking stick with me.


Suddenly, I heard a noise in the shrubs next to me, and a small child emerged. He waved at me, and then ran along toward where the two roads met. I realized that what I thought was a yeti was actually just a group of hikers coming up the road. I laughed it off, and we enjoyed witty banter.


One hill after that, and I was standing at the bottom of the eight-foot ledge with minimal handholds. I ultimately scaled the ledge without too much difficulty, but I needed all of my five feet and five inches to do so, and that left me wondering, “How on earth did I do this eight years ago?”


After I climbed the 30-foot sloping ledge, I suddenly felt exhausted, as if all my energy had just suddenly disappeared. I wasn’t too surprised, though. I had, after all, done the whole hike so far at a pretty quick pace. It reminded me of the Katahdin trip my junior fall, where I had plenty of energy to climb the Abol Trail, but as soon as I got to the Tableland I felt totally drained. However, I knew that the summit of Cobble Mountain, which has the best views in the area, was pretty close, so I summoned up my energy reserves and made it to the top.


The summit of Cobble Mountain is exposed to the west, and thus has an unobstructed view in that direction. I could see the Taconics in New York, and beyond that the Catskills. When I opened my lunch, I suddenly remembered that, along with my standard peanut butter and Nutella sandwich, I had also brought a special strawberry from the garden at my house. I named this strawberry BERR, and for the remainder of the hike I carried it in my pocket, wrapped in a spare sock that I had brought. From this exposure, Berr clearly learned a lot about the outside world that most strawberries don’t have the opportunity to learn. Unfortunately, once I reached the trailhead again, I found that Berr had started to turn colors from internal and external bruising, and that the leaves were going brown. Berr clearly needed immediate medical assistance. Luckily for Berr, I did just earn a diploma from a particularly fine institution, so I used the knowledge and skills represented by the diploma to tend to Berr. I opened my mouth and my stomach’s fluids welcomed Berr’s not-particularly-doughy substance with great pleasure. He had a good home in my digestive tract for a few hours.


At the summit, I also briefly considered holding a flag behind me in a pose that Eric knows well, however I was deterred from this by the fact that 1) there were other people on the trail, and 2) it started to rain. I hiked the final 1.5 miles downhill through a light rain, which was refreshing. As Sam knows, it wasn’t my first hike where precipitation began while at the summit.


The hike was pretty close to perfect. The weather (mostly) cooperated, the trail was a mix of easier and more difficult sections, and the scenery was classic Litchfield Hills. I hope that all of you are going on lots of hiking trips (or, in Owens’ case, sea kayaking trips), and I’d love to hear about them!

By Gregory Naigles


Location: Salisbury, Connecticut

Difficulty: 3.0


I wanted to find the perfect day for a hike. All last week was insanely hot, and over the weekend and in the first part of this week, it rained. However, I could see that June 3rd would be both sunny and not too hot, so it was the clear choice for my hike. I then had to figure out where to go. After thinking about this only briefly, the logical decision seemed to involve visiting the place where, only 14 months ago, I almost fell off an ice cliff. This hike also involved ascending the highest peak in Connecticut, Bear Mountain, located in the extreme northwest corner of the state. Driving up from home, I passed through Spencer’s old stomping grounds in Barkhamsted, and briefly wondered what he did in his spare time when skiing wasn’t possible.


(Just FYI – interesting fact. Bear Mountain is the highest peak in Connecticut, but it is not the highest point. Just northwest of Bear Mountain is Mount Frissell, whose summit is in Massachusetts, but whose south slope extends into Connecticut. The point at which the south slope of Mount Frissell hits the border with Connecticut is at an elevation of 2,380 feet, while the summit of Bear Mountain is only 2,316 feet. Thus, the south slope of Mount Frissell is the highest point in Connecticut, while Bear Mountain is the highest peak in Connecticut.)


There were three other cars at the trailhead on Undermountain Road (Route 41) in Salisbury when I arrived. I set off just before 11. The last time I had done this trail was that time 14 months ago, during Spring Break 2014. The trees and shrubs hadn’t bloomed yet, so I could see the countours of the area around me. Not this time. Everything was green and in bloom, and it pressed in against me, so that I could barely see off the trail. But I had hiked this trail, the Undermountain Trail, several times before (this was actually my sixth ascent of Bear Mountain), so I knew what to expect. I made good time up the first part of the trail, and made it to the junction with the Paradise Lane trail, a 1.1-mile distance, in almost exactly a half hour. This is pretty fast by my standards, although I’m sure Owens would have left me in her dust if she had been there.


At the junction, I knew that the Paradise Lane trail would be a right turn, so I took the first right turn that I saw. In not too long of a distance, I found myself in a camping area. This was unexpected, since I had used the Paradise Lane trail at least twice in the past, and neither time did I encounter a camping area. I assumed the trail must have been rerouted. But then the trail just seemed to end at the camping area. There were a few side trails there, but they were just to the wash area and the privy. The woods road that the trail had followed to get to the camping area quickly became overgrown and unblazed past the camping area. I was briefly confused, since I had never had this problem before, but then I saw a sign that said ‘Trail’, and a trail that went up the steep hill just west of the woods road. My confusion was only slightly allayed, since I did not recall this steep ascent on this trail either, but I followed the trail up the hill.


The short ascent took me up to the Riga Plateau, where the trail quickly ended at a T-junction. There were no signs at all, and only the trail to the left had blazes. However, I knew that I wanted to go to the right instead, so I took a right, and followed the unblazed but well-maintained trail for at least a mile. I suspected that this was the Paradise Lane trail, but I couldn’t be sure. However, gradually my suspicions were confirmed. The east side of Bear Mountain became visible from the trail, something that I remembered from past uses of this trail. In addition, the trail gradually became more blazed, and ultimately I arrived at the junction with the AT north of Bear Mountain, 2.1 miles from the junction with the Undermountain Trail.


I turned left and started the ascent of Bear Mountain. Just before the mountain reared up ahead of me, I passed through a flat area, where the trail to the cabin on the northwest slope of Bear Mountain meets the AT. The trail goes sideways up the mountain a bit, but then turns and goes straight up. The rock ledges were everything that I remembered them to be – big, tough, and fun. About halfway up, I saw a particularly high ledge, and a tree right at the edge of it, and recognized it as the place where I had almost fallen off an ice cliff 14 months ago. I remembered what happened – I had lost my balance on the ledge (not hard when the trail is icy and you’re wearing a backpacking backpack), and ended up sitting right at the brink of the ledge, straddling the tree, with it being the only thing preventing me from falling off the ice cliff. I couldn’t move because my backpack was heavy and my snowshoes couldn’t get any traction. If I had fallen off the ice cliff, I could easily have broken some bones. So instead, I took my backpack off and let it fall down the mountain, and without that weight I was able to get up and find a safe way around the cliff. Luckily, this time there was no ice or snow, so I was able to ascend the ledges without much trouble.


I always enjoy the summit approach on Bear Mountain. Finally the open sky comes into view, and gradually the monument as well. From the top of the monument, the views are amazing in all directions, but particularly north and east. Two people were there when I arrived, and I learned that their plan was to go back down the way I came up, and take the Paradise Lane trail back around to the Undermountain trail. They left about five minutes after I arrived.


While enjoying the views, I ate lunch, which was, as usual, a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich. I encountered a bunch of people at the summit – one thru-hiker, two people who looked like section-hikers, and a few others who were waiting for the rest of their group to show up (they never showed up – at least not while I was there). After spending a half-hour at the summit, I went down the much-more-gradual north slope of the mountain. I encountered a bunch of people on that section of trail as well, and they were all asking how far it was to the summit; this is the kind of trail where you always think that you’re almost there but never are. I made good time to the junction with the Undermountain Trail, which I took back down.


Just as I was approaching the junction with the Paradise Lane trail, I saw a pair of hikers on the Paradise Lane trail also approaching the junction. Sure enough, it was the two people who had left the summit five minutes after I arrived. We exchanged pleasantries, and as they continued down the mountain, I looked around briefly at the junction. It was not the same junction where I had joined the Paradise Lane trail going up.


I suddenly realized what had happened. On the way up, the first right turn that I saw, which I took, wasn’t actually the Paradise Lane trail; it was just the trail to the camping area. The actual Paradise Lane trail junction was a few hundred feet up the trail from that first junction, at the place where those two people had come out from. The trail that I had taken up the hill from the camping area was clearly just a connector trail. And the trail at that T-junction clearly was, in fact, the Paradise Lane trail, which explained why it went in both directions.


Now that I understood all of this, I was content to continue my descent. I hiked down the rest of the trail about 500 feet behind those two hikers. I made excellent time going down, taking only 80 minutes to descend from the summit to the trailhead. Thus, I spent a total of 3 hours and 20 minutes hiking (not including the half-hour I spent at the summit eating lunch), which isn’t bad for a 6.4-mile hike that ascends 1,600 vertical feet.


At the end, I felt satisfied, which is always the right feeling to have at the end of a hike. Bear Mountain had never failed me in the past, and it certainly didn’t fail me now.

By Gregory Naigles


Location: Weld, Maine

Difficulty: 3.2


I got bored during Senior Week; no more work, graduation preparations haven’t begun yet. Thus, I figured that the natural thing to do was to go hiking. I debated a bit about where to go – I wanted to climb Mt. Abraham (which I will do on Thursday), but I wasn’t sure about the snow and ice situation at the tops of those mountains. Thus, I decided to climb a slightly lower mountain before doing Mt. Abraham. I eventually chose Little Jackson Mountain, which is just east of Tumbledown, and about 400 feet higher, and has lots of open ledges at the summit and great views (on nice days, at least). Thus, Wednesday morning I left Colby eager to climb a great mountain (and do my first solo mountain climb in Maine).


I had waited until Wednesday because of the rain on Tuesday, and the weather forecast said that Wednesday would be partly cloudy but without any rain. However, this forecast proved to be a bit optimistic, as twice during the drive to Little Jackson there were brief periods of rain. However, the temperature was excellent (not too hot and not too cold), and there were very few insects to annoy me.


I decided to park at the trailhead on Morgan Road, rather than at the Brook Trail area and have to walk an extra mile. This isn’t recommended by Maine Trail Finder or the AMC Maine Mountain Guide, however it worked just fine. Morgan Road is a dirt road that is more rugged than the dirt road where the Brook Trail trailhead is located, however my tiny vehicle still managed to traverse it just fine, so it would be a piece of cake for Big Red or the Bossi-van.


The trail was easy to follow. The only unsigned junction is the first one, maybe 0.2 miles from the trailhead, where the Parker Ridge Trail goes left and the Little Jackson Trail, which I took, goes right. There’s a sign for the Parker Ridge Trail, but not for the Little Jackson Trail. The trail then ascended at a moderate grade. It includes two well-blazed detours around the dominant woods road where the road was washed out. The Pond Link junction was well-signed, and I continued to the right at that junction toward Little Jackson. The next part of the trail involved crossing several streams (very easy) and then went up a short, steep section on rocks and dirt. This part certainly requires exercising caution, but it wasn’t that hard.


The steep section leveled out at same time as the trail finally reached above the trees and onto the open ledges. From here, it was a very windy 0.8 miles to the summit. So windy, in fact, that I put on the extra layer that I brought just in case, and took off my hat since I was concerned that it would blow away. The day was a bit foggy, so the views weren’t quite as amazing as they would be on a clear day, but they were still excellent. The trail was a mix of open rock, and the kinds of vegetation that Sam is named after. It took me, a relatively slow, solo hiker, almost exactly 2 hours to hike the 3.4 miles and 2,300 vertical feet to the summit.


The summit had a large cairn and a USGS marker, and helpfully also had a small rock structure that offered some protection from the wind. If Eric had been there, we all know what he would have done, however I didn’t do that, since there really isn’t much point if there’s no one else there to document it.


I headed down relatively quickly, since I wanted to eat lunch somewhere that wasn’t quite as windy. On the way down the open ledges, the wind picked up, and my ears started to get very cold. I began to think that a hat like Lydia’s yeti hat might have been useful. I ultimately ate lunch just before the trail went under the trees – there were great views of Webb Lake and the mountains to the south.


I then ducked under the trees and went down the same way. It took slightly less time for me to go down. Ultimately, the whole hike took 4 hours and 10 minutes – 2 hours to go up, 20 minutes for lunch, and 1 hour and 50 minutes to go down. By this point the weather had improved, and the 90-minute drive back to Colby went smoothly.


I highly recommend this hike for people who want an alternative to Tumbledown in the same area, that is a little higher, a little longer, and still has lots of open ledges. The views were pretty good even today; I can’t imagine how nice they would be on a clear day. Additionally, Little Jackson is much less crowded than Tumbledown – I didn’t see a single other person on the trail today.

And then, on the first Sunday in May, they gathered once more.  Their boisterous laughs and winning smiles outdid even the most vibrant of the COC office’s graffiti art. The people elevated the room to a level deserved of only deities.  And gods there were, in attendance: a departing class of ladies and gentlemen who have graced this office, yes, but also these mountains and rivers and forests and snowfields, for four beautiful years. So, per usual, the Colby Outing Club celebrated a week of good times spent out of doors.

“So, who went outside this week?” John Bengtson ’15
  • Gregory Naigles ’15 went on a geomorphology field trip! School is cool, kids!
  • Lydia went in the arboretum for a jaunt, as did JB
  • Kim went running in runnals
  • Eric reported a “good” leader training trip to Acadia.  His nonchalance is inaccurate, folks!  Sleep with your eyes open till we get a blog post up on the site that is worthy of our adventures (we had 3 bottles of Chahlula……………)
  • Kat Belle ’15 danced her last dance at the ‘loaf on Sunday.  She and Molly Nash ’15 may not sleep inside again until graduation.
  • JB played croquet?
  • Ryan Cole ’15 and John Tortorello ’15 went to Chipotle…and walked between science buildings. John rode his bike once.
***Important: Owens made a motorbike. That’s the loud thing going around campus. She describes it as “like a chainsaw between my legs.”  Do with that what you will.
CABIN SHINDIG: It shall be Sunday the 9th
There will be meat. There will be non meat. There will be awards. (please send suggestions for all 3 to
PLATFORMS for Committee Heads
Events: Hannah Bossi
Sugaring: Lydia Wasmer, Anna Krauss
Gear: Ben Wheeler
**Please vote in these non competitive races in the email that John B sent out!
not many people because of Loudness. BUUUT:
  • carina wants to hike the bigelows during reading period!!!!! We cannot endorse this, however, so this will be unofficial.
  • Jake Lester, Ryan Linehan and a CRU will be paddling’ the ‘ski on Thursday!

AU REVOIR MES AMIS I WILL MISS WRITING THE MINUTES SO MUCH haha I am coming back next year nerds !

Signing off,

Teddy “Sexcretary” “T$” Simpson


Grace and Sam and Spencer and Eric and Chloe and Hannah all skied!

Logan competed with the Woodsmen team at the spring meet at Dartmouth (COC legends were met! maple sugarer!) – Girls placed 1st, so congrats to the best team in the northeast, and guys placed 4th!

Hannah, Chloe and Brittany went for a night hike (oooOOOOh) – kinda cloudy but still really nice.

Colby Cares Day:

  • John T and chloe and hannah and brittany and ben raked a lot of bags of leaves!
  • Ryan Cole went to the messalonski with EnviroCo and cleaned up 4 bags of trash! No TVs this time, which is actually a good thing! ***AND he added Hannah Bossi on Facbeook!
  • Eric C and Teddy went to Viles Arboretum in Augusta and dragged a bunch of half trees around a field.

Molly and Kat cartwheeled on the colby green for about an hour.

Owens DIDN’T GO OUTSIDE but Colby hosted an event with the National Women and Girls Sports Day. Nick P was a pretty good gal! The shirt for this event is really extensive, full text and citations attached (jk)

Syrup Update

Record production of 7.25 gallons. (7.25 x 40 gallons) plus throwing out 100 gallons of sap. THIS IS HUGE! Congratulations, and THANK YOU to all that helped out, and especially to Seth Butler and the Cabin / Sugaring Committee!!

Friday May 1st, from 1-3 pm we will have a pancake (breakfast?) in Pulver to celebrate this haul!

If you are really interested in the Sugaring Committee and operation in general, contact Seth Butler to be TRAINED next year.

Photo Contest

This will only exist if you send me photos.  SEND PHOTOS FROM COC TRIPS TO!!!!

Committee Head Platform Submissions

Next Sunday, we will read platforms for the following positions, so please submit!!!

– 2 positions for Events Committee Head

– 1 position for Gear Committee Head

– 1 position for Trips Committee Head


Leader Training Trip! This Friday and Saturday, we will be going to Acadia to get some more leaders in da system, its gonna be reeeeeal cool.

Last day at the ‘loaf this Sunday!! Email if you wanna hit the slopes 1 last time.

**also: email Owens Strawinski if you or a loved one has a sea kayaking leading certificate. 

Last weekend, an enterprising group led by Gregory and Nathaniel had the wonderful opportunity to climb the Beehive Trail in Acadia. After months of preparation, including group dawn workouts, morning pool sessions, and Weightlifting Wednesdays, our group was finally ready to tackle the beast that is the Beehive. Hailed by Jared from Subway as ‘’the mountain to end all mountains, except for maybe that hill in my backyard,” the Beehive stands at a whopping 520 feet. And, the Beehive Trail has iron rungs built into the mountainside at the steepest sections- quite terrifying, but fortunately some of us only have a severe case of acrophobia.

After a dinner in Dana of burgers and salad, we departed for Acadia around 6 p.m. and arrived by 8. We quickly set up tents, and then, using our headlamps, we walked half a mile to Maine’s coastline to stargaze.  As we emerged onto a set of rocky cliffs overlooking the ocean, we all collectively gasped. Alan had tripped on a rock, and fallen into the tumultuous swells below!! And thus the fellowship was broken, and our group suddenly became 7. (If Alan’s parents happen to be reading this post, do not be alarmed. He washed up in Bar Harbor a couple days ago with a big smile on his face and a starfish stuck to his butt.)

But seriously, the stars were beautiful. As we basked in the glory of the Milky Way (a fairly chill galaxy that lies between the Twinkie Solar System and the Mars Bars Constellation), Owens and Gregory serenaded the group with songs by Fleet Foxes. The duo left us utterly content, and we rested under the stars for far longer than we had planned.

The next morning, we woke up around 8 a.m. to a glorious morning- birds chirping, a cool, crisp breeze, and the sun steadily rising above the treetops.

As Nathaniel stood up, he felt as though he had a sack of bricks in his stomach. The Dana Burger. If any Acadia ranger is reading this, he would like to apologize for what he did to your bathroom.

After a breakfast of jelly, nutella, bagels, PB, and summer sausage- and another toilet run- we were off to the trailhead. First up was the Ocean’s Path, an aptly named trail that winded alongside the Atlantic Ocean, providing us with sweeping views. After a mile, we found the trailhead for the Beehive.

The trail ascended moderately, almost immediately taking us above tree line, before we encountered the iron rungs. One by one, we hoisted ourselves up over the cliffs of the Beehive, with only one minor fatality. Gregory, our fearless leader, led the charge, swinging haphazardly from one rung to the next like a monkey on monkey bars.



Gregory courageously leading the charge.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel cowered in fear below a particularly steep section of rock, as Owens yelled encouragingly, “who made you trip leader, NARP!” (Note- NARP= Non-athletic-regular-person, i.e. the author of this post)


If you take a peek at the two lowest individuals, you might be able to tell that Owens is reprimanding Nathaniel for being, quote, “slower than a beached whale!!”

Note #2- Obviously, Nathaniel is making this up. Owens actually said that Nathaniel is “in both body shape and forward velocity, a human example of the incompetence of a beached whale.”

Note #3- Contrary to popular belief, Nathaniel is in fact only part whale.

Finally, Nathaniel found the courage to hike up the rungs, and within minutes, we had reached the summit, which was notably absent of both bees and hives.


Jared from Subway was right.


In this photo, our group contemplates the didactic arbitration between the exponentially growing human population and the transcendent solitude of nature. Henry David Thoreau would be proud.


Unfortunately, Owens steals the show on this one buddy.

Anyway, we soon continued our hike over to Champlain Mountain. Exquisite vistas greeted our eyes at every step, and almost as soon as we had started, we had reached the summit. We feasted on our bag lunches, pop-tarts, and yum-yummed melted chocolate donuts, and once again, Nathaniel would like to apologize to any ranger or civilian who stumbles upon his second contribution to Acadia. Just kidding, we all know Nathaniel practices LNT.


Here, a shameless shout-out is in order. Alan carried a Frisbee to the summit, which was awesome! We all chucked the Frisbee around for an indefinite period of time – who knows, Alan or Savannah might still be up there, chucking away – before heading back down the same trail. Gregory decided to let Nathaniel lead, and he proved his considerable leadership abilities by getting the group lost (and luckily found) twice. But we continued downwards nonetheless, encountering many families with dogs along the way. The families greeted us with pleasant hellos, while the dogs squealed with delight as we gave them impromptu tummy rubs.


So yeah, that was the trip. Everyone on the hike was fantastic and super fun to be around, and the weather could not have been more gorgeous. Also, the Beehive was a fantastic hike and we would highly recommend it to hikers of all ages, unless you’re a dog or other animal lacking opposable thumbs (I’m looking at you, Snail).


P.S. This was Gregory’s last trip. He is a great, passionate dude who loves to hike (and revel in amazing views, among other things), and we will be sad to see him go. He went on 45 COC trips and led 15, which is pretty darn incredible. Visit next year buddy!!! (I’ll try! –Gregory)


This past weekend was free weekend in Acadia and the COC decided to take full advantage, sending two trips to the park! Our trip had one goal: to complete the coveted bubble-nubble traverse.

We departed from Colby at a respectable 4:30 on Friday afternoon and began the journey to Acadia. Upon our arrival, we were surprised to see that the gate to Blackwoods (the main campground at Acadia) was closed, however, we simply carried in our gear along the road.

After setting up camp, we began to cook a luxurious dinner of Cholula with a side of burritos. Then we all played witness to Sam embarking on a feast of rice even the yum-yum gods would deem impressive.

While waiting for our food comas to wear off, we played one of the strangest games of fantasy to ever be played. Let’s just say it involved Sarah Palin, Jack as microwave, and a special gift for President Obama…

Then we embarked on the greatest sleep there ever was (for apparently everyone except Jack who had a baby blue sleeping bag that was made for someone a foot shorter than him).


We woke up to a fine morning in Acadia and a breakfast of oatmeal – through which we discovered that a 1:1 ratio of hot chocolate mix to oatmeal is a tad overwhelming. Then we set off for Jordan pond, our starting point for the day’s adventure.


Here are some pictures that sum up our day quite nicely.

We made sure to walk our bikes....

We found some surprise snow at Jordan Pond.


Group shot at Jordan Pond

Group shot at Jordan Pond


Trying to push over Bubble Rock

Keeping Bubble Rock from falling on Sam


We love bubbles and nubbles!

We love bubbles and nubbles!


No trip is complete without competitive eating

Leader Oreo Eating competition!


Another day, another pickle in a bag!

Another day, another pickle in a bag!


All in all we had an awesome trip, 10/10 would hike again! The bubbles were bubbly and the nubbles were nubbly! We look forward to making more venture to Acadia in the future!

This is what happened at ze meeting yesterday, in case you missed it!

Who went outside?

  • Brittany, Sam and Hannah (among others) had a ballin’ time in Acadia! They hiked the Bubbles, and a nubble, and camped out in Blackwoods. An all-freshmen trip! The future!
  • Hannah and Chloe went to the arb with some prospies, showing them the sugaring shack and the COC office. Nice job rounding up the little ones! The future!
  • Nathaniel, Gregory, Lydia, Erica and Owens went to Acadia as well! GREGORY’S LAST TRIP! (a sitting ovation was made celebrating his 45 trips with the outing club, and 15 trips led!) Cheers!! Look forward to an epic blog post from this saga.

***There was a brief pause in the meeting, ryan had a “LIFE UPDATE”: he and nick pattison are facebook friends now..

  • Spencer, Dylan, Tom Kiffney, and Chris Spencer beasted Tucks! 2 runs, great times with great new friends.


  • ELECTIONS for secretary have been sent out by Ryan! Vote, because democracy!
  • Logan Gillen will serve as Treasurer for the K-Council, unless anyone voices concern before Wednesday. Please email with any qualms!
  • Leader Training Trip: May 1st-2nd in Acadia with John B and Teddy. Email if you think you’ll be interested in signing up!

Who wants to go outside?

  • Teddy wants to go canoeing on Sunday, email if you’d like to co-lead!
  • If you want to go skiing Monday or Thursday with Spencer, email!
  • Loudness weekend, Logan wants to do the Bigelows, so keep that in the back of you mind.

“Don’t Be Like Richard’s Nephew.”