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County High Pointing in all 50 states
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Digest #5483
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Re: HPs of Connecticut 'counties' by "roy.schweiker@juno.com" accidentlwanderer
2a
Mount Haley, OK - trip report. by "Jobe Wymore"
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Re: Mount Haley, OK - trip report. by "Coby King" cobyking
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North Carolina bound; looking for Vince Kloster by "Annette Oeser"
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Re: North Carolina bound; looking for Vince Kloster by tresor_magique

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Re: HPs of Connecticut 'counties'
Mon Mar 20, 2017 7:29 pm (PDT) . Posted by:
"roy.schweiker@juno.com" accidentlwanderer
> This might also be necessary with other New England States...

I believe that the other states still have courts, jails, etc. by county although unlike Western states the schools and roads are mostly done by towns.

Suffolk county MA has the same boundaries as the city of Boston but its own (wasteful) government.

> How often do the town boundaries change? Are they fixed like county boundaries or fluid like city limit boundaries?

Town boundaries are mostly fixed (except for city expansions) but in NH at least many have never been surveyed hence nobody can be sure where they are. A certain game park has a liner town HP inside, and the caretaker told me the line was never surveyed and the town decided not to do so when told the estimated cost. It didn't really matter as the club owns both sides and the tax per acre on forest land is minimal so no potential income.

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Mount Haley, OK - trip report.
Mon Mar 20, 2017 9:51 pm (PDT) . Posted by:
"Jobe Wymore"
Mount Haley, OK.
Comanche County
March 17, 2017

For years Mount Haley had been a peak I sought. Maybe partly because of the stories that've managed to survive even after those that were part of them have left us? There's Edward Earl's back to back attempts that ended in a day 2 triumph. And then there's David Olson and Bob Martin, where after their successful climb returned to their car only to find that someone had removed all 4 tire valves. Regardless, this seldom climbed CoHP had been sleeping in the back of my mind for many years and it was finally time for it to get out of bed.

A few months back I put out an inquiry for recent beta along with checking to see if there was anyone interested in joining me. I got both. Josh Carlson reached out saying he'd like to meet up and a couple of others provided beta that ranged from solid contact info for legit access to GPS coordinates to assist with route finding.

See, this peak is tad complex. What concerns peakbaggers most usually is access - at least that's how it works for me. Second is route conditions but in the case of Haley, it's known as potentially being able to deliver a high Class 4 blow if you get off line so any recent route beta I could find was welcomed.

With everything lined up 4 of us met in Lawton, OK, on the 17th. Yes, 4 of us. Myself, my wife and mom flew into Dallas, us all on the red eye the night before. We met Josh, at the Walmart. It was the first time we had met. After quick greets we set off to meet with Mr. Walker, who was the foreman of The Haley Ranch - emphasis on "was".

The (infamous) Haley Ranch is located on the edge of the quiet Wichita Mountains. I'm always surprised to find these secluded homesteads all bolted up under lock and key even when the owners are home and nobody is around for miles. The Haley Ranch was no exception, gated up and shut with not one gate but two and that was just on the driveway! They obviously didn't want visitors. Off to the side of the lived in house was another unoccupied home and through its connecting yard we strode up to the front door and knocked ... and knocked. Now this wasn't as intrusive as it sounds since a sign on the front door of the unoccupied house instructed us to do exactly that. We also knew they had to be home since there were two trucks and a car behind the home and sure enough, a lady opened up with a suspicious eye. We introduced ourselves and asked if Mr. Walker was around. She appeared briefly taken back by this question and responded that he'd been "fired 2 years ago" and was no longer there. Awkward.

No worries, though, since surely this wonderful lady who answered the door would allow Josh and I to climb Mount Haley, right? No such luck. Shortly after finding out her name was Donna, she told us that the owner didn't want anyone on his property and she was in no position to allow us access. We tried to develop the conversation hoping that she'd see that we were harmless and change her mind. Again, no such luck. Turned away we made our way back to our vehicles only to have salt rubbed in our wounds by her letting loose two large barking dogs to give us another layer of warning to stay away. Don't mess with Donna. Also, don't forget to close the gate(s) if you dare open them.

But some useful info was gleaned from Donna. She mentioned we might try asking the Swanson's(?) who lived back down the way we came "past the cows head", whatever that meant? She also said another landowner, who was currently in Denver, could have been asked but since he's gone couldn't at the moment. She said when he's gone "he locks his gate" - (hint hint). What I got out of these comments was Mount Haley was open for business, just not via the direct approach Donna would have been able to provide. Us peakbagging beggars take what we can get.

Others in our group didn't see it that way, though, and thought we'd better connect at a later date and place. No, no no! I let it be known that I wasn't about to drive off without an attempt(!) but first things first, I was going to go over and check on the guy with the locked gate; basically to see if he was really gone or if Donna was just pulling my leg. Hopefully he didn't have any hungry dogs.

I never ended up truly being able to tell one way or the other since the only house we came upon was beat up and neglected. You know, the kind with a bit of trash laying around and what appeared to be a vehicle that hadn't been started in ages slumping off to the side in the bushes. The other direction down the road supposedly would've taken us to "the cows head" and I wasn't about to see what that thing was about. I quickly announced the plan that I was going to commence my hike well away from Donna's on what appeared to be unposted wildlife land somewhat north of the peak by some water towers. Anyone who wanted to come, could. Sure it was going to be a bit longer slog but it appeared legit as far as I was concerned. Long and brutal, but legit? Of course one can never really be sure of this unless they're relentless in tracking down ownership (or live somewhat locally) and have eons to spend gathering data on who owns this and that. Personally, if someone was to spend hours tracking me down I'd be a bit creeped out. But this wasn't our case and with nothing posted and Donna's dogs barking off in the distance, it looked as good as any other option. With a little coaxing a few minutes later off a reluctant Josh and I went with my wife and mom driving away with both vehicles looking for greener pastures to bide their time during our climb. At times I'm a bad influence.

Right off the bat the terrain got tricky. Rocky, stickers, brush and yes, rattlesnakes! We stumbled upon three during our climb. Two on the way up, another on the way down, but these tail rattling creatures were the least of my concern.

See, the main obstacle proved to be these sticker vines that were ruthless! What's up with all these sticker vines?! Everywhere I go I battle these wretched things! Recently back in January, during my visit to Mississippi, and now here in Oklahoma - everywhere! I'm convinced when we eventually send astronauts to Mars that'll be the first thing they find. They'll probably puncture a hole in their air tight space suits launching them all back into space. During the climb I texted my wife asking her to grab some Neosporin if they happened to be in town, which they were not. Turns out they spent the better part of the afternoon, of all places, hanging out in an old dusty cemetery in the shade of trees. No medication for us but endorphins! Josh's legs were like bloody stumps but he valiantly pushed on. Mine, not so bad, but my time would come a couple days later on Sugar Loaf Mtn - another story for another day.

Eventually we started to gain elevation and the moss covered boulder hopping turned into a mixture of hopping and scrambling, but nothing major. And yes, you read right, moss covered. To me it seemed like it hadn't rained there since 1000 BC but I guess it must every now-and-then? When dry someone with excellent balance and dexterity wouldn't have even needed to use their hands on our route. Instead they would have had the luxury of using them to peel off the thorny vines as they proved to be abundant (brutal!) at times. And then there was the heat. We started late in the day in 80+ degree temps so to say the slog was enjoyable would be lying. Up higher it got even better as we had the joy of pushing through dried up dead trees that added another few nicks to our battered shredded skin.

Around the 2200' mark things appeared to steepen but after some easy route finding we were pretty much able to avoid it all. We would just contour to our right aiming for tiny patches of grass which keep us gaining altitude smoothly and I would dare to say that if someone was patient the route would never exceed Class 2+. Shortly there after the boulder dotted summit came into view and was easily reached. What looked like a cairn right below the highest boulder turned out to be exactly that and Andy Martin's register from 2013 was signed in by both Josh and I.

Actually the summit has what appears to be two solid contenders for the high point. I whipped out my hand level and they were so close we ended up visiting them both. We didn't stay long since we knew we still needed to bash through the mess we came up.

Of course the joy we experienced on the ascent was relived all over again on the decent - horrible. By then it was also starting to really bake outside and in Josh's haste he had forgotten a few comforts during his pre-climb preparation that amplified his harsh predicament. Luckily it was nothing too serious and in the end after much good fortune we squeezed under the final gate and back on to the main dirt road. One quick text immediately had two cars rolling towards us that ended in rapid handshakes and goodbyes.

The dust plums drifted as we sped off towards future goals. Everyone else in the area not even aware we were ever there, as it should be. And that cows head? Well, that will be someone else's story to tell.

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Re: Mount Haley, OK - trip report.
Mon Mar 20, 2017 10:02 pm (PDT) . Posted by:
"Coby King" cobyking
Another great trip report, Jobe!

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Subject: [cohp] Mount Haley, OK - trip report.

Mount Haley, OK.
Comanche County
March 17, 2017

For years Mount Haley had been a peak I sought. Maybe partly because of the stories that've managed to survive even after those that were part of them have left us? There's Edward Earl's back to back attempts that ended in a day 2 triumph. And then there's David Olson and Bob Martin, where after their successful climb returned to their car only to find that someone had removed all 4 tire valves. Regardless, this seldom climbed CoHP had been sleeping in the back of my mind for many years and it was finally time for it to get out of bed.

A few months back I put out an inquiry for recent beta along with checking to see if there was anyone interested in joining me. I got both. Josh Carlson reached out saying he'd like to meet up and a couple of others provided beta that ranged from solid contact info for legit access to GPS coordinates to assist with route finding.

See, this peak is tad complex. What concerns peakbaggers most usually is access - at least that's how it works for me. Second is route conditions but in the case of Haley, it's known as potentially being able to deliver a high Class 4 blow if you get off line so any recent route beta I could find was welcomed.

With everything lined up 4 of us met in Lawton, OK, on the 17th. Yes, 4 of us. Myself, my wife and mom flew into Dallas, us all on the red eye the night before. We met Josh, at the Walmart. It was the first time we had met. After quick greets we set off to meet with Mr. Walker, who was the foreman of The Haley Ranch - emphasis on "was".

The (infamous) Haley Ranch is located on the edge of the quiet Wichita Mountains. I'm always surprised to find these secluded homesteads all bolted up under lock and key even when the owners are home and nobody is around for miles. The Haley Ranch was no exception, gated up and shut with not one gate but two and that was just on the driveway! They obviously didn't want visitors. Off to the side of the lived in house was another unoccupied home and through its connecting yard we strode up to the front door and knocked ... and knocked. Now this wasn't as intrusive as it sounds since a sign on the front door of the unoccupied house instructed us to do exactly that. We also knew they had to be home since there were two trucks and a car behind the home and sure enough, a lady opened up with a suspicious eye. We introduced ourselves and asked if Mr. Walker was around. She appeared briefly taken back by this question and responded that he'd been "fired 2 years ago" and was no longer there. Awkward.

No worries, though, since surely this wonderful lady who answered the door would allow Josh and I to climb Mount Haley, right? No such luck. Shortly after finding out her name was Donna, she told us that the owner didn't want anyone on his property and she was in no position to allow us access. We tried to develop the conversation hoping that she'd see that we were harmless and change her mind. Again, no such luck. Turned away we made our way back to our vehicles only to have salt rubbed in our wounds by her letting loose two large barking dogs to give us another layer of warning to stay away. Don't mess with Donna. Also, don't forget to close the gate(s) if you dare open them.

But some useful info was gleaned from Donna. She mentioned we might try asking the Swanson's(?) who lived back down the way we came "past the cows head", whatever that meant? She also said another landowner, who was currently in Denver, could have been asked but since he's gone couldn't at the moment. She said when he's gone "he locks his gate" - (hint hint). What I got out of these comments was Mount Haley was open for business, just not via the direct approach Donna would have been able to provide. Us peakbagging beggars take what we can get.

Others in our group didn't see it that way, though, and thought we'd better connect at a later date and place. No, no no! I let it be known that I wasn't about to drive off without an attempt(!) but first things first, I was going to go over and check on the guy with the locked gate; basically to see if he was really gone or if Donna was just pulling my leg. Hopefully he didn't have any hungry dogs.

I never ended up truly being able to tell one way or the other since the only house we came upon was beat up and neglected. You know, the kind with a bit of trash laying around and what appeared to be a vehicle that hadn't been started in ages slumping off to the side in the bushes. The other direction down the road supposedly would've taken us to "the cows head" and I wasn't about to see what that thing was about. I quickly announced the plan that I was going to commence my hike well away from Donna's on what appeared to be unposted wildlife land somewhat north of the peak by some water towers. Anyone who wanted to come, could. Sure it was going to be a bit longer slog but it appeared legit as far as I was concerned. Long and brutal, but legit? Of course one can never really be sure of this unless they're relentless in tracking down ownership (or live somewhat locally) and have eons to spend gathering data on who owns this and that. Personally, if someone was to spend hours tracking me down I'd be a bit creeped out. But this wasn't our case and with nothing posted and Donna's dogs barking off in the distance, it looked as good as any other option. With a little coaxing a few minutes later off a reluctant Josh and I went with my wife and mom driving away with both vehicles looking for greener pastures to bide their time during our climb. At times I'm a bad influence.

Right off the bat the terrain got tricky. Rocky, stickers, brush and yes, rattlesnakes! We stumbled upon three during our climb. Two on the way up, another on the way down, but these tail rattling creatures were the least of my concern.

See, the main obstacle proved to be these sticker vines that were ruthless! What's up with all these sticker vines?! Everywhere I go I battle these wretched things! Recently back in January, during my visit to Mississippi, and now here in Oklahoma - everywhere! I'm convinced when we eventually send astronauts to Mars that'll be the first thing they find. They'll probably puncture a hole in their air tight space suits launching them all back into space. During the climb I texted my wife asking her to grab some Neosporin if they happened to be in town, which they were not. Turns out they spent the better part of the afternoon, of all places, hanging out in an old dusty cemetery in the shade of trees. No medication for us but endorphins! Josh's legs were like bloody stumps but he valiantly pushed on. Mine, not so bad, but my time would come a couple days later on Sugar Loaf Mtn - another story for another day.

Eventually we started to gain elevation and the moss covered boulder hopping turned into a mixture of hopping and scrambling, but nothing major. And yes, you read right, moss covered. To me it seemed like it hadn't rained there since 1000 BC but I guess it must every now-and-then? When dry someone with excellent balance and dexterity wouldn't have even needed to use their hands on our route. Instead they would have had the luxury of using them to peel off the thorny vines as they proved to be abundant (brutal!) at times. And then there was the heat. We started late in the day in 80+ degree temps so to say the slog was enjoyable would be lying. Up higher it got even better as we had the joy of pushing through dried up dead trees that added another few nicks to our battered shredded skin.

Around the 2200' mark things appeared to steepen but after some easy route finding we were pretty much able to avoid it all. We would just contour to our right aiming for tiny patches of grass which keep us gaining altitude smoothly and I would dare to say that if someone was patient the route would never exceed Class 2+. Shortly there after the boulder dotted summit came into view and was easily reached. What looked like a cairn right below the highest boulder turned out to be exactly that and Andy Martin's register from 2013 was signed in by both Josh and I.

Actually the summit has what appears to be two solid contenders for the high point. I whipped out my hand level and they were so close we ended up visiting them both. We didn't stay long since we knew we still needed to bash through the mess we came up.

Of course the joy we experienced on the ascent was relived all over again on the decent - horrible. By then it was also starting to really bake outside and in Josh's haste he had forgotten a few comforts during his pre-climb preparation that amplified his harsh predicament. Luckily it was nothing too serious and in the end after much good fortune we squeezed under the final gate and back on to the main dirt road. One quick text immediately had two cars rolling towards us that ended in rapid handshakes and goodbyes.

The dust plums drifted as we sped off towards future goals. Everyone else in the area not even aware we were ever there, as it should be. And that cows head? Well, that will be someone else's story to tell.

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North Carolina bound; looking for Vince Kloster
Tue Mar 21, 2017 4:52 am (PDT) . Posted by:
"Annette Oeser"
Leaving South Carolina and heading into North Carolina. I would like to ask Vince Kloster a question if he sees this list or if someone here knows his email address.
Thanks,
Ken Oeser
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Re: North Carolina bound; looking for Vince Kloster
Tue Mar 21, 2017 10:31 am (PDT) . Posted by:
tresor_magique
Hi Ken,

It has been awhile. Give me a call or email. I live in Maggie Valley.


VInce Kloster
720 684-7897
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