Charles Mound Climber's Log
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|3girlsanddad||This started it all |
Date Climbed: Aug 8, 2012
|This Started it all so far for our family. The coolest thing about this is the people we met along the stroll up the hill. A Dad and his boys from England. He was bummed because his camera had run out of batteries and those boys wanted nothing to do with this steamy August morning. A couple from NC travelling in an RV were on there 43ird HP and two dudes from out East simply driving, trying to get as many in as possible. One guy was in his mid thirties while the other guy was at 25.|
I recommend staying in Gelena the night before and enjoy some of the local eateries. The hike to the top is easy enough but it's in the country and can get quite humid and hot. Pay attention and this one is a picnic. The top is shaded and cool and will be reminiscent of an era gone by in this country. Thanks Wuebbels' Family
|Posted Jul 13, 2013 3:24 pm|
Date Climbed: Jul 7, 2013
|Not much to say about this one.|
|Posted Jul 7, 2013 3:15 pm|
Date Climbed: Jun 1, 2013
|Posted Jun 14, 2013 5:45 pm|
|Fletch||Cool walk |
Date Climbed: Jun 2, 2012
|great day out...|
|Posted Dec 28, 2012 4:13 pm|
|I like it on top||Charles Mound |
Date Climbed: Jun 30, 2012
|Nice little walk, pretty area.|
|Posted Nov 24, 2012 11:42 pm|
|jeffh25||HP # 33 |
Date Climbed: Aug 4, 2012
|Prettier than I thought it would be with broad, sweeping panoramas of pastoral America. Talked to Mr. & Mrs. Wuebbels too, nice folks. They said when they bought it, the realtor told them that no one would care it was the highest point in Illinois. Guess the realtor was wrong...|
|Posted Aug 7, 2012 9:46 pm|
|mlandau3||Highpoint #37 |
Date Climbed: Jul 8, 2012
|A pleasant place. Thanks to the Wuebbels for allowing access!|
|Posted Jul 11, 2012 11:16 am|
|vbeckman74||Pretty Farmland |
Date Climbed: Nov 3, 2004
|My dog played with a random loose dog on top. I think he lived in the nearby house.|
|Posted Aug 21, 2011 5:25 pm|
|huskertriguy||Ninja in |
Date Climbed: Aug 5, 2011
|I drove here "on the way" from a friend's near New Glarus to visit family in Madison. I was under the impression that the "first weekend" included Fridays, and once I got to the gate and realized I may be wrong, I chose to risk it anyway.|
There is no house where there may once have been; this is now just a couple barns and a large mown area where I assume highpointers can park on open dates. No dog anywhere in sight; no one period anywhere in sight.
The log at the summit was signed on many dates that are not "open" dates to hike.
It seems as if you are quiet and discreet, and if you park just off the county road without blocking the driveway, you are fine.
Bottom line: ninja in; don't be an asshole. Above all be respectful.
|Posted Aug 15, 2011 2:31 am|
Date Climbed: May 30, 1997
|With Mike and Jamie|
|Posted Aug 10, 2011 5:09 pm|
|kteichert||HP #25 |
Date Climbed: Jun 4, 2011
|Halfway done! This one feels good to get done, for a couple reasons. I'm halfway done with the highpoints, and it's only open 8 days out of the year. Feels great. The land out there is midwest at its best. Very beautiful. But my head almost got eaten off by swarming gnats and mosquitos, and I pulled a tick off my leg when I returned the rental car.|
|Posted Jun 4, 2011 7:04 pm|
|barry57||Family hike |
Date Climbed: Sep 4, 2010
|My wife,three children and I went up. We had a little trouble finding the gate, it is on the north side of the road. Nice hike up a mostly tree lined road. We picked up some wild walnuts on the ground. The dog met us at the top, he was friendly.|
|Posted Sep 16, 2010 4:30 pm|
|Tracy||hiked from the gate |
Date Climbed: Sep 4, 2010
|Hiked this one with my wife who was in a special medical boot due to a fractured bone in her foot. She was a trooper. Met several other highpointers during this outing and the weather was perfect. We gave the owners of the property a "Nevada State" coffee mug which they seemed to appreciate. They are trying to collect a mug from each of the fifty states.|
|Posted Sep 7, 2010 2:35 am|
|Tbacon251||My 26th! |
Date Climbed: Jun 26, 2010
|Almost 1 month after reaching the summit of Denali, I walked (I mean drove up) Charles Mound. Nice area.|
|Posted Jul 12, 2010 7:20 pm|
Date Climbed: Sep 6, 2009
|This was a beautiful area. There was a very friendly dog that greeted us at the summit.|
|Posted Oct 20, 2009 10:39 pm|
|BLong||Got to take the family to a HP |
Date Climbed: Sep 5, 2009
|Enjoyed bringing my mother and father on a hike -- this time up a high point. |
August high point = Bolivia's Sajama at 21,463 feet.
September high point = Charles Mound at 1,235 feet.
Still a great day.
|Posted Sep 7, 2009 5:47 pm|
|BadgerSummitSeeker||Climbed South Face-Charles Mound |
Date Climbed: Sep 4, 2004
|Climbed the Southface of Charles Mound with my 9 month pregnant wife. Luckily, the hard slog up to the top didn't induce labor. Happy to make my 4th state HP.|
|Posted Aug 27, 2009 4:47 pm|
|vacilandor||My 22nd highpoint |
Date Climbed: Aug 2, 2009
AUGUST 2, 2009
I felt weird doing this high point for two reasons. One, I hadn’t done an easy drive-up high point since March 2000 when I bagged the Florida high point. Since that time I had been going on major hikes mostly out west and in the Adirondacks of New York and the Appalachians in New England. Secondly, last year I had failed to bag the high point of Nevada due to the fact that my car suffered a blown tire while descending the Queen Mine Approach while on a reconnaissance of Boundary Peak via the Queen Mine approach. That mishap was the first time I had failed to bag a high point since I had joined the Highpointers Club in 1997. I needed to get back into the game and needed to renew my confidence again.
Accordingly I earmarked August 2, 2009 as D-Day for bagging Charles Mound in Illinois. I flew into Chicago the day before and based myself at the La Quinta Inn in Elk Grove Village. (The hotel is very close to O’Hare airport and also right near Interstate 90 which I would need to take to get to Charles Mound). While I was there I also decided to kill three birds with one stone. I was able to interview Tom “Chico” Adrahtas (biographer of NHL hall-of-fame goalie Glenn Hall and lifelong Chicago Black Hawks fan) and NHL living legend Stan Mikita for an oral history book project of the NHL’s Original Six era which I’ve been working on since October 2005.
August 2, 2009 dawned cloudless and glorious. (The weather the day before had been cloudy and drizzly). I breakfasted and left my hotel at 9:00AM. It would be a 2.5 hour drive to Charles Mound. I got onto Interstate 90 quickly and roared westward. I always thought the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey was overloaded with toll booths. Guess what? The Illinois highways are just as loaded. Interestingly traffic westward was moderately heavy. There were no traffic jams or stoppages but traffic was significant. It wasn’t until I hit Rockford that the road became clearer.
I had never been to Illinois before so this was virgin territory for me. I was struck by the terrain. What I saw was blue sky upon endless green earth. There were no clouds. Just the eternal blue juxtaposed with the eternal green of the Illinois earth. I recalled Falstaff’s lines of “bubbling o’er green fields” in Shakespeare’s Henry IV. There were corn fields and silver silos aplenty. The land was a perfect drop zone for an airborne assault. When I stayed in the Chicago suburbs there were plenty of Catholic churches. Outside the city one only saw Protestant churches. This was my exposure to Middle America.
When I reached Rockford I picked up Route 20 West and followed the sun. Ninety minutes into my journey I hit a speed trap in Lancaster, Illinois. It’s at the place where Route 20 changes from a four lane highway into a two lane blacktop. I had been roaring down the highway jamming along with my favorite CDs when I spotted the cop car too late. When I saw the cherry tops I pulled over. I think God was looking out for me. I was very soft-spoken, bashful, contrite and apologetic. After admitting that I had been speeding and explaining what I was doing (he had never heard of the Highpointers Club), he let me off with a gentle warning and no ticket or fine. I think my mild and meek behavior is what saved me. After that I kept to the speed limit.
The longest part of the journey was driving westward through the tiny outposts, hamlets, and villages of Northwest Illinois. All one could see were roads, farms, cornfields and churches. One note to make, if you’re heading west, the last gas station you will find will be in Stockton. If you’re low on gas, your better fill your tank there because between Stockton and Scales Mound I didn’t see any gas stations on the roads I traveled to get to Charles Mound. Luckily I had enough fuel to get there and back to Stockton but for other travelers you should be aware of this.
Once you turn off Route 20 West then the roads become smaller and narrow. They reminded me of the “B” roads I drove when I toured England in 1989. One would see signs to watch for farm equipment or snow mobiles in wintertime. I can’t imagine what those places would be like during the wintertime. Interestingly while I was on Route 20 the terrain was flat as a pool table. Once I turned off and into the back roads to approach Charles Mound, the land began to undulate, rise, fall, and fold into itself. It was like I was entering a different country, a foreign land of some sort. I was never lost. My directions from Mapquest were right on the mark. It was just a matter of patience in getting there.
When you turn onto Carr Road the road changes from blacktop to gravel. After you go through a small tunnel it changes back to pavement again. West Charles Mound Road sneaks up on you quickly. I passed it but double back immediately. It was then I had trouble finding the Wuebbels place. I overshot and went way past my mark. I saw a farmer standing near the road and flagged him down. He quickly reoriented me. (Note to highpointers when you turn onto West Charles Mound Road from Carr Road you will down and up a hill and then you will see the road curve left. Look for the Wuebbels gate to your right. If you take that left hand curve then you’ve gone too far and must double back).
I found the Wuebbels gate. It’s very small and narrow and there is a small sign instructing visitor’s to park at the gate and proceed on foot. I parked at the gate but most travelers parked on the roadside. I wasn’t alone. Another car pulled up and out came Tim and Sawyer, a father and son tandem from, of all places, West Chester, Pennsylvania, a town right across the Delaware River and a little bit south of where I live!
We started hiking along the tree-lined driveway, jabbering away about our mutual high-pointing experiences. (Our jabbering would later cause me trouble).
It was a bit of walk and I actually was working up a sweat in the warm weather. The driveway twists and turns and you encounter cattle grazing and crop fields. After you’ve cleared the trees you see a red barn and two ponds filled with algae. There is a circular drive where visitors can park their vehicles before climbing a small rise to the high point. Sawyer broke trail while Tim and I conversed.
It was about 12:15PM when we reached the roof of Illinois. The high point is to the right when you reach the top of the rise. The sign is there within a triangle of U.S.G.S. survey markers.
There is no 360 degree view from the summit. There are two lawn chairs with the guest register lying inside a milk canister wedged between.
We all whipped out our cameras and began taking pictures. The lawn chairs look northward towards the Wisconsin border. In fact we could see a bi-plane either doing some crop-dusting or learning how to do crop-dusting runs.
As for me I did my time-honored summit rituals: I knelt in the grass and recited my trinity of prayers. I got Tim to take pictures of me holding the Illinois and U.S. flags to mark my 22nd high point. Then I began to explore the summit area.
Charles Mound is a grassy hill dotted with wild flowers, dandelions, and daisies. Looking northward all you can see is God’s green earth in Illinois and Wisconsin. Interestingly, far off in the northern horizon one could see a much larger hill. The skies remained cloudless and it was getting hot but not humid. Still I was sweating a lot.
Tim and Sawyer left early and I had the summit to myself for 15-20 minutes. I rested a bit after the 2.5 hour drive. I wanted to take my time and enjoy the experience before doing another 2.5 hour drive back. I finished my roll of film and got ready to hike downward. It was then I encountered trouble.
While I was ascending towards Charles Mound with Tim and Sawyer, I neglected to pay attention to my surroundings. When I came back down and reached the area where the red barn was, I saw a fork in the road and could not remember which way I had come! I was lost.
Luckily as I was descending there had been a married couple which had passed me on the way to the high point. I went back to the summit and sheepishly asked them which way they had come. They set me straight and I began to descend. (For the record when you go down and reach the fork where the red barn and pond are: take the left fork!)
I was embarrassed. Whenever I do something big there is always an element of opera bouffe involved somewhere. It’s the story of my life.
I reached the car at 1:00PM. Other high pointers were arriving and the road was getting crowded. After securing my gear, I left the Wuebbels farm a little after 1:00PM. I drove back to Stockton in silence, absorbing the experience in my mind.
I was determined to get gas in Stockton. The drive back proceeded without incident. I tanked up at a Shell station in Stockton and treated myself to a candy bar. Once the car was filled, I made my way slowly back to Route East. When I reached Lancaster, the speed trap was still going on (I don’t know if it was the same cop or not). After I passed the speed trap and encountered four lane highways, I kicked my car in the ass and began to roar eastward back to Chicago, all the while listening to CDs of my favorite rock songs at full volume while singing my lungs out.
Traffic was still heavy and I was darting in and out among the cars alternating between 70 to 80 M.P.H. (I wasn’t the only one speeding. Everyone else was doing the same thing). The wind and sun were at my back all the way. It was 3:45 PM when I returned to Elk Grove Village.
And now for the obligatory offerings of thanks:
First and foremost: to God in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.
To the Wuebbels family for allowing us to visit the high point on their property; especially to Mrs. Wuebbels who emailed me the protocols for visiting her property.
To fellow high-pointers Tim and Sawyer for being such great companions while I was there; to Chicago Black Hawks legend Stan Mikita and Tom “Chico” Adrahtas (biographer of Glenn Hall) for allowing me to interview them both during the weekend; to the Rose Garden restaurant in Elk Grove Village for the warm and filling breakfasts; to the Spaghetti Factory in Elk Grove Village for the glass of wine I had to celebrate the victory; to the police officer in Lancaster, Illinois for showing mercy to me by giving me a warning instead of a ticket; lastly to Mary Ann and Dave Kline and Fran Jurewicz for always being there for me.
Thank you all.
My next high point will be Katahdin in Maine next October.
See you at the high points!
|Posted Aug 7, 2009 3:35 pm|
|Alpinist||Re: My 22nd highpoint|
|Wow, that's a seriously long summit log. I see that you are new to this website. Most people just write a couple of sentences when they sign a log. |
Just a suggestion; if you want to record a lot of detail about your trip, you should consider creating a Trip Report rather than type all of this in a summit log where very few people will see it. To do that, click on Create Page at the top of the screen and select Trip Report from the list. You are of course free to do as you wish... Cheers, Alpinist
|Posted Aug 11, 2009 1:00 pm|
|wildfam||Family Hike |
Date Climbed: Jul 5, 2009
|The 5 of us piled out of the car after a quick drive over from Chicago and hiked it on a sunny summer afternoon. Trail wasn't lonely - saw 3 other groups during our hour on the hill. Thanks to the owners for holding those open weekends.|
|Posted Jul 7, 2009 10:36 pm|