For some time I've been curious about a little spot on the map that I thought was called Chalice Pond. Chalice--like a medieval goblet or something you'd use for communion. Two guidebooks refer to it as Challis Pond. A History of Essex County, edited by H. P. Smith in 1885, refers to an early settler named Timothy Chellis who lived on a road near the area and Barbara McMartin's guidebook attributes the name to him. The DEC sign at the trailhead says Chalis Pond although the DEC website says Challis.
The name has become a hook making me more and more curious. It has some originality. I don't know the official count of Long Ponds, Mud Ponds, Round Ponds, Clear Ponds or Moose Ponds but I know of at least three of each.
The trail to Challis Pond (since that's the way you'll find it in the guidebooks) leaves the Ensign Pond Road about 2.5 miles east of Rte 9 in North Hudson. Parking is around the corner at the trailhead to Moose Mountain Pond and Bass Lake.
April 18 the trail still had a generous amount of ice so I strapped on some traction. In places where the ice had melted there were wide puddles. I delivered my annual walk-in-the-trail-so-you-don't-widen-it-and-cause-erosion sermon to the youngsters with whom I was hiking. They willingly made the mud and snow melt into instant recreation.
The trail winds along for a bit more than half a mile with nice sound effects from a stream that comes from the pond. We walked through a lot of cedar trees and eventually arrived at the big rock fireplace at the shore of an almost perfectly round pond.
To the right the outlet that feeds the little stream was tangled with logs, which made for tricky crossing. That turned out to be the theme of the route around the pond. After a short stretch along a fisherman's path there was a long stretch of very tangled blowdown that made passage very slow. I stepped over logs and went three feet down into pockets of snow that probably won't melt until July. Finally we walked on top of the downed trunks, zig zagging until we could get where we were headed.
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reward of battling the blowdown was that we saw lots of animal tracks and bird sign. It was too early for songbirds but a woodpecker was drumming out its version of a love song. No frogs or peepers yet—there was still ice on the shady side of the pond. Too early for good fishing as well. The mammoth burl on a yellow birch was the treasure of the day.
When we came back to the campfire ring it was raining so we only stopped for a few minutes then headed back under the tree canopy. By whatever name, Challis Pond is a short trip that's manageable for very young hikers who want to carry their own pack or fishing rod. Also amusing for anyone who's curious about ponds with unusual names. It will make a nice ski or snowshoe trip in winter.
