East of Sheffield, MA. I’m standing on a ridge on the Appalachian trail in southern Massachusetts. From this vantage point you can see across the valley to the southern Berkshires. The AT crosses the valley from where I am to that ridge just out of frame on the right, then descends into Connecticut after going over Jug End, Mt. Everett, Mr. Race, and through Sage’s Ravine where it crosses the border at the foot of Bear Mountain.
We’ve hiked every inch of the trail on that ridge in every season dozens of times and it’s some of the best hiking in Southern New England. We’re now pushing up into central Massachusetts to connect up with Mt. Greylock which we’ve hiked many times as well.
The hike we did here, which started at Rt. 7 in Sheffield and will end at Rt. 23 in Great Barrington was fantastic and highly recommended if you’re in this area.
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Southwestern Massachusetts. Loren, David, and I have just climbed up the Race Brook Falls trail and are on the saddle between Race Mountain and Mt. Everett (behind us). We’ve left a car at the bottom of Race Brook Falls and another at Jug End, ten miles north of here.
Loren and David on one of the many rock outcroppings on the south face of Mt. Everett. The rock was a lot easier going than the slippery oak leaves.
Looking back south to Race and Bear Mountains.
Here’s the view from Race looking back at where we are now: On top of Race Mountain looking north.
This is just north of the actual summit where the foundation of an old fire lookout is. This was the better place to take a picture. It’s about 50 degrees out but with a bit of wind on wet shirts it feels quite a bit colder.
We thought this cairn was close to Jug End which is where our second car was parked but we still had a few miles to go. Bummer.
I was tired enough at this point so that screwing the little table top tripod onto the Elph and bending down to set it on the ground for a shot was beyond me. Quick handheld group shot.
After taking this we traversed and descended a steep cliff at Jug End and the rock was so deep in oak leaves the footing was difficult. The fact that we were tired didn’t help. I’m usually pretty nimble on stuff like this but today was not my day. About a minute after warning David and Loren that we needed to be careful I slipped and found myself upside down in the brush. These kinds of slips are completely unexpected and I had no experience of slipping, only of hitting the deck and wondering what the heck happened. David pulled me up and gave me a band aid for a bloody finger and we continued on to the road and the car and home.
Beer, dinner, warm woodstove and an ibuprofen and I’m feeling no pain at all.