Saturday, July 31, 2010
July 31
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
July 29
Pity the poor TSA Joe who had to inspect the inside of the bag. A week of dirty clothes from hiking; mildewed polypro shirts, pitchy fleece pants, muddy hiking poles, smelly boots, dirty socks, filthy backpack. Hahaha!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
July 28
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
July 27
Monday, July 26, 2010
July 26
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
July 24
Shall we stay another day? Or go home to the very patiently waiting doggies? Has it been a success? Were we fit enough? Did we learn anything new? Did we reinforce anything we knew before? Did we inherit some fine trail names? Will we ever do it again?
I've run out of pictures.
Friday, July 23, 2010
July 23
Today, no rest. We continue on to our next-to-last camp, 3 miles further down the trail, adjacent to the falls on Fall Creek. Sounds like the perfect place for camp games! Red Rover, Red Rover, send Monkey right over.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
July 22
The last 10 mile hike I did took 7 hours, had a starting altitude of 1,400 feet to the Flume and Liberty Summits (4,459 feet) for a gain/loss of +/- 3,059 feet and took 3 days to recover from. Of course, I didn't have cake on that hike, but some nuts and berries only. This will be different.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
July 21
Today we hike only 3 or 4 miles, but it's getting up there in altitude. We should end about 11,363 feet. We're out of alcohol already. Trying to get the bugs drunk took all our supplies.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
July 20
Monday, July 19, 2010
July 19
Once my brother had a brilliant idea to belay the packs across on a guide line. (Like the time I decided to leap across from rock to rock, not realizing that a 40 pound pack makes a starting 3-inch vertical leap into a minus 3-inch leap.) Into the drink. The packs dove after the immediate stretching of the line.
For 3 miles we lose 500 feet. The toes bump into the ends of our boots. All that weight at 11,000 feet MSL creates a compactness, and no place to keep a spare supply of oxygen. Then we climb up about 200 feet and another, steeper downhill awaits us.
Blue Creek is down in this second valley. Another water crossing, this one knee deep for taller people. It's thigh high for short hitters. The rain has not been too onerous this year, and the creek is passable. It is the lowest point of our hike, and is 9,589 feet.
Just another mile before we camp our first night in the wilderness. The dry climate is hard on bugs. Good darn deal. We will take our vitamin I (ibuprophen) and drink coffee before making a supper of Shepherd's Pie, I hope.
But first, crossing Blue Creek. Goob Luck.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
July 18
Nosebleeds from the dry climate have not yet begun.
The villainous weight scale has been deserted on the basement floor, still blinking "Too heavy, Too heavy."
It is an early night for the East Coast member of the team. Coyotes howl in her dreams. She looks for her hands in the dream world, finds them applying eyeliner and rouge to her face. She's ready for discovery. She has her leatherman. She laughs a laugh that only a mother could love, and even then...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
July 17
Friday, July 16, 2010
July 16
Mycelial forms of forest floor fungus
Hungry deer flies, the little buggers!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
July 15
And the speak-no-evil monkey says, "Mmph!" Translated as "Make it stop!"
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Bastille Day
Or Let them eat Brioche as the French would say.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
July 13
Hair, where it's not supposed to be, will soon to be shipped off to the hair donation factory. What must the receiving room of the Locks of Love look like? A place full of plastic bags, creepy clumps of hair tied with rubber bands, and a passel of brooms like the sorcerer's apprentice brooms-gone-bad.
Doesn't matter if it's on the counter, or the porch railing, or the scale, or on top of Ganesha's head, the see-no-evil monkey doesn't wish to see it and whimpers, "Make it stop!"
Monday, July 12, 2010
July 12
But the bags grow to 50 pounds, bulging into space despite the scale. Just one more tootsie roll, pleeease. Just one more monkey. Just one more pick-up-stick. Just one more rock on the cairn.