One recent Saturday morning in northern New Jersey, a group of people went outside to do some yard work.
In this case, however, the “yard” was a loop trail going through the Long Pond Ironworks State Park in West Milford. And the group of people, yours truly included, was out to learn the basics of keeping a trail in hike-able condition.
This was one of the New York-New Jersey Trail Conference’s series of Introduction to Trail Maintenance workshops. And it was a milestone, too: the 1,000th scheduled course. So there was a hint that the day could cap off with some sparkling cider.
Our target for the day was the Jennings Hollow loop trail (yellow-blazed). It looks kind of like an elongated lollipop on the map – on its southeastern edge, the long connector trail will take you over to the Highland Trail as it heads toward upstate New York.
The trail was in need of some serious TLC, having not had very much in the way of maintenance since Hurricane Irene.
So this is where we came in.
Just before 10 a.m., we began arriving at the designated meeting spot: a small circular parking area on East Shore Road. Peter Dolan, one of NYNJTC’s program coordinators (and the group leader) was already there with the gear, the signup sheets and the donuts.
The crew members (there were 11 of us total) signed in and introduced themselves as they arrived. So we were all standing around talking about other hikes and travels we had been on: Ireland, Alaska, the Appalachian Trail (one of our number was a thru-hiker).
And then somebody said, “Guys, look – it’s a bear.”
A bear had wandered out of the woods and was now standing at the edge of the lot. It wasn’t a big one – I’d say it was about the size of a large dog. Didn’t get a photo because, being well-trained hikers, we were all too busy clapping our hands, yelling and generally making a ruckus. After a moment or two, the bruin turned and went running away through the woods.
First order of business before heading out to the woods: we got a look at the gear. There were long-handled lopers and short pruning shears. There were branch saws – standard-sized ones as well as a significantly larger creature known as “Big Boy.” Also on hand were big buckets of work gloves and shatter-proof plastic glasses (to be used when chipping stone or doing any intensive sawing).
One gizmo that we ended up not using (kind of a shame, really) was the weed whip, also known as the “swizzle stick;” a bizarre device that looks like the mutant offspring of a golf club and a machete. How it works: you strike at weeds and undergrowth with the blade end.
Peter gave us the mandatory safety briefings, we were advised about the on-site restroom facilities (pick a tree and duck behind it) and we set off.
We hiked back down East Shore Road toward the Jennings Hollow trailhead, which is marked by a yellow gate and a “fire road” sign at a footbridge crossing the brook. Squeezed through the gate – a few hardy souls climbed over – and we set off into the woods.
If you’re accessing Jennings Hollow from this point, there’s a rocky slope that leads down to the “loop” part of the trail. Watch your footing on this – it’d be a bad place to take a tumble. (In fact, that was one of the trouble spots we reported in to the trail conference.)
We also spotted quite a few tire tracks which we believe to be from ATVs.
Down along the part of the trail that goes along the edge of the pond, we set to work on a partially overgrown stretch of trail. So out came the lopers and the saws and the Big Boy. I found myself doing battle with my old nemesis, the barberry. (See one of my posts about Bear Mountain.)
And would any woodlands hike be complete without poison ivy? There was a positively luxuriant crop of Toxicodendron radicans in the undergrowth, so we had to watch where we stepped.
Eventually we pruned and weed-whacked the trail into some state of navigability, so we moved along, stopping here and there to prune an overgrown branch or to kick some debris off the trail.
A few of the things we learned about maintaining:
- If you’re pruning a branch, don’t cut it right in the middle of the branch, because that’ll do bad things for the branch when the tree sends nutrients out to it later on. Instead, make the cut right at a joint.
- Keep an eye out for “stobs” (at least I think that’s how they’re spelled): dead stumps of branch that are left on the tree after the rest of the branch was cut off.
- If you’ve got a springy tree that’s bent over and could fly back up like a catapult, cut away just enough to take some of the strain off the tree. For situations like that, always wear safety glasses. Always.
- It is also advisable, when doing some saw work, to have someone standing nearby to alert you if a tree or limb or other arboreal hazard may come crashing down – this person is known as the swamper.
- To report, or not to report? Not every dead or broken tree needs to be reported. But if it looks like it is leaning toward the trail, and looks as if it could very well come down on any hikers passing through, then it gets reported. Ditto for hanging branches.
At two points along the trail, you’ll find two “rope crossings:” sections of the trail where you have to climb over rocks in a creek bed. There are ropes spanning the creek bed, tied to trees on either side, to help you keep your balance. So there we were, pulling our way across and looking like – it was noted more than once – extras in “Raiders of the Lost Ark.”
Some of the ropes needed tightening up, as all of the pulling and tugging that hikers had exerted on them over the years had left them a little bit slack. (This is where it helps if you can tie a trucker’s hitch.) And on the second such crossing, the rope led far away from where the trail picked back up, so most of us just picked our way over the rocks.
By now, we’d come back around close to where we’d started.
And then Peter made an announcement: “The trail is officially navigable!”
So there was a round of cheering and applause. And it was back up the rocky slope, and back over the gate and on to East Shore Road.
Back at the parking area, Peter gave an explanation of how the trail maintainers’ logs were kept, and passed around a signup sheet for those of us interested in volunteering further.
Now, about that sparkling apple cider?
As promised, out came two bottles of Martinelli’s finest, kept on ice in a cooler during the day, and we all gathered around for a group toast.
Not a bad day’s classwork!