tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779400550239746502024-03-13T14:02:49.569-07:00Charles, Sean, and Chris on the PCT 2012Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-73330044282768072762014-06-04T20:13:00.004-07:002014-06-20T10:36:49.515-07:00<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Post Script:</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">After we thru-hiked the PCT in 2012, we returned to Boulder, Colorado, knowing we felt most at home with the nomad life. We had let the experience of thru-hiking 2,668 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail change us deeply.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">We knew that being with each other -- the men we loved -- and having the new trail rise up before us was where we felt most grounded and most alive! </span> <span style="color: blue;"><span style="background-color: white;">We no longer needed "all the stuff" we had in storage back "at home." So much stuff!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Dionysus took up his duties as General Manager at the Bitter Bar while Pan taught at the University of Colorado and Seano (a.k.a. "Moonman") wrote textbooks for top-ranked publishers. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Meanwhile, we conjured and conjured and then Dionysus got an offer to come to the Virgin Islands and work for a fabulous resort restaurant on St. John.<span style="background-color: blue;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">So Pan got busy and basically sold everything we owned: all of our furniture, 17th century antiques, huge library, art, art, art, artisan-crafted dinnerware, pots, pans, everything. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Our goal: to create a sustainable nomad life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Just a year after we completed the PCT, we rolled out of Boulder with everything we owned slimme<span style="font-size: large;">d down to what could fit within a few pieces of</span> luggage we could carry. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">We moved to a beautiful villa on the east side of St. John -- on the side of a jungled mountain in sight of the sea. Here we continued the nomad life: hiking, sailing, exploring, botanizing, birding, paddle-boarding, island-hopping, etc. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">In September 2014 we leave the island on the way to Europe where we'll be living for <span style="font-size: large;">awhile. The nomad life is working well, so far. And we're happy.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><br />Cheers!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Pan, Seano, and Dionysus! The Gay Caballeros.</span><br />
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PPS. On 21 Sept. 2013, one year after stepping off the PCT, we found ourselves sitting in our townhouse now empty of furniture. We had sold everything we owned and were moving to the Virgin Islands -- owning pretty much only what we could carry in our luggage. Our goal was to make the nomad life sustainable -- emotionally, intellectually, physically, spiritually, and financially. Where we will go after the Virgin Islands is anyone's guess. <br />
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We had struggled with re-entry once we returned. Cars moved much too fast. Grocery stores were still a nightmare of colors, noises, too-intense-stimulation. We had to give up ice cream when our metabolisms slowed down. Concepts of distance had changed. We could write pages and pages about how challenged we were returning! And this from us who have traveled in 60 countries.<br />
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No one understood what we had experienced on the PCT except other thru-hikers. Trying to explain was an exercise in polite incomprehension. Our "difference" alienated us in mild or profound ways from our community. We kept identifying characteristics of ourselves -- ones we had known for years, but had somehow come to full ripeness on the PCT -- with being thru-hikers. The trail can change you if you let it. But if you let it, it can change you in profound ways.<br />
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On the PCT, we wondered what "the next big thing" would be. Should we do more long-distance hiking? or what? The PCT had changed us, and after we returned to Boulder we found many otherwise "normal" parts of our lives now discomfiting or incompatible with our experience. For one thing, we looked around us at all our material possessions -- furniture, art, dishes, appliances, sheets, blankets, pillow pillow pillows, etc. --- all those "things" -- and we couldn't help feeling we didn't need all this stuff in our backpacks. And only when we were out and going -- especially on high mountain trails -- did we feel "at home." We were no longer at home at home. Home was us together on the trail (as metaphor = both/and) with the world rising to meet us. But can that be sustainable? What about our writing? What about income?<br />
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Other PCT thru-hikers have certainly felt the re-entry disorientation and reflected on it. Some change their lives because of it. Some don't need to or want to. Everyone comes up with their own response.<br />
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For us, we returned to our former town, moved into a much smaller place, got rid of some furniture and meditated, pondered, opened ourselves up to what change might come. By July 2013, an opportunity came for Chris to work in the Virgin Islands -- so we discussed it together closely and intensively, then we three moved full gear to getting our gear ready for a new, very different trail.<br />
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Within a few weeks, I had sold all our furniture. Our huge library we dispersed and distributed; but we went digital with iPads, and iPhones, and upgraded laptops.We had virtual libraries that fit in the backpack.<br />
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Then, by late September we were ready to make our move.<br />
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Now we are here, on St. John, in the Virgin Islands. We hike, snorkel, and embrace the wonderful weirdness that is St. John. We are completely mobile, with literature, films, good music, etc. -- all we might need -- in our backpacks. For furniture and kitchens, we rent a beautiful furnished place.<br />
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What comes after the Virgin Islands? We will do what we did on the PCT. We will open ourselves up and be vulnerable to our lives, to this experience, and let change come into us, then later, whenever the time has ripened, we'll let the changed selves we have become make the next choice. They'll no better than we do now.<br />
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Cheers, everyone!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-15271464498759287512012-09-21T18:51:00.000-07:002015-06-18T09:21:17.466-07:0021 September - the Grand Finale From Woody Pass (Mile 2649.4) to the Northern Terminus of the PCT (Mile 2660.1) to Manning Park (2669)<br />
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Total PCT Miles today (counting the Canadian PCT miles): 20<br />
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After a bracing morning swim in Hopkins Lake with the delightful Spud, Oasis, Honey Bear, and Cookie, we pressed on toward the border -- crossing paths with other thru-hikers who had made it and were returning: Fierce Melon, Train, International Gourmet, Anchorman, and others. "It's just ahead! You're almost there" they said -- and we still kept finding it hard to believe it would be.<br />
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Finally, exhausted, elated, disoriented (smile), undernourished, goofy, and gaga -- we stumbled across the finish line to the applause and supportive cheers of that great troop of thru-hikers ("The Love Train") we were privileged to hike among for several days. What marvelous people. They are pictured below.<br />
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Here's a photo of the assembled Love Train + The Caballeros: <br />
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Here's a video of a little victory dance Hallmark came up with for all of us. What fun.<br />
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As we finished up doing photos, along came Free Bird whom we had seen off and on all the way along the PCT for five months. How good to see him at the finish line!<br />
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We'll post more info later (plus more photos), but right now we are wiped out, elated, grateful, in awe, and struggling a bit with re-entry. <br />
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Will post photos and catch-up journal entries soon (there's no Verizon in Canada -- at least here). <br />
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Hugs,<br />
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The Caballeros (Seano, Dionysus, & Pan)<br />
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PS. We found out later after much researching that about 131 hikers who had started at Campo in 2012 and step-by-step walked the 2665 miles, had made it here before us. Over the next two months, another 300 (of whom about 270 were thru-hikers) arrived to climb up onto (or hug, or lean against, or fall down at the base of) the monument. The last (we believe) SoBo arrived at the Southern Terminus on Nov. 11. And remarkably, in deep snow and plunging temperatures, I'm Fine made it to the Northern Terminus on Nov. 11 against daunting odds. And a week later, Silent D and Dances With Lizards trudged through a great deal of snow to be the last over the finish line on Nov 18. Hail to the hearty!<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-40818908239600718562012-09-21T13:22:00.000-07:002012-11-14T20:14:57.194-08:0021 Sept -photo finish<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On our way to the Northern Terminus, we bump into Anchorman and Imperial Gourmet, who had completed the PCT and were on their way back southbound to exit the PCT in the US rather than go out through Canada.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting for us at the Northern Terminus is a crowd of fabulous thru-hikers we'd been with since Stehekin. They cheered and clapped for us as we crossed the border. </td></tr>
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-80098796664538748792012-09-20T12:32:00.000-07:002012-12-12T21:18:10.881-08:0020 September - Alpine Autumn SplendorFrom campsite by spring (Mile 2624.3) to Woody Pass (Mile 2649.4).<br />
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Total PCT Miles today: 25.1<br />
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Autumn colors in alpine beauty all day, and under sunny skies. Wow, wow, wow. We camp up among the larches for the last time at Woody Pass -- just the other side of the cleft in the photo below. So beautiful! And Dionysus breaks out the extra tequila for a festive last night on the PCT for the three of us. Several of the Love Train pass through, and camp on a ridge a few miles beyond.<br />
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Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-62668702551453927052012-09-19T11:30:00.000-07:002013-03-23T20:05:11.380-07:0019 September - Day 149 - Another hot day between gloriesFrom campsite below Cutthroat Pass in Mt Baker National Forest (Mile 2603.2) at elevation 6162 ft down along creek/river bottom land back up over Glacier Pass to campsite by spring (Mile 2624.3)<br />
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Total PCT Miles today: 21.1<br />
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Stunning high country scenery of larches turning chartreuse then yellow. What colors! And what peaks and peaks and peaks. Shining sun and clear skies.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pan and Dionysus. Seano is the photographer for most of the rest of the trip.</td></tr>
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Midday temperatures atop the mountains is comfy, while in the low creeks and the woods it gets stuffy and warm in the upper 80s. Crazy. We know we are very lucky not to be up to our nipples in mud, mist, rain and clouds - as is more usual this time of year. <br />
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We hike among other thru-hikers --like Spud, Honey Bear, Cookie & Oasis. <br />
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At the campsite among larches, we save a place for Chili & Pepper -- the Dad & Son duo. Chili's 13 and holding up well despite a long bout of shin splints. <br />
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Soon, many other hikers camped around us until our clearing in the larches slept 12.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The PCT cuts across the mountain top in the upper right and into the saddle between the peaks. That's where we're headed.</td></tr>
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Left Stehekin today.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Gay Caballeros at the trailhead with Hallmark (left) and her husband Yankee Son (right). Snausage, sporting a dapper kilt, looks on from the photo's edge.</td></tr>
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Temps in high 80s. Rubbish of autumn. Thimbleberries & salmonberries as hedge -- we in the trough. Grand fir, White pine, smoke from Agnes Creek fire.<br />
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Raced ahead of the "Love Train" pack of hikers (whom we adore) and the fabulous troika (Fierce Melon, Jugs, and Tailgate). Got campsite about 6:30. So many people on the trail now (nearly 20 in our stretch of the trail). <br />
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Then end of the day Western Larch! Red leaves of mountain ash, fireweed, huckleberry. <br />
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It was a bit of a race for Dionysus who got out ahead of the pack to try to secure us a campsite. He ended up hurting his foot quite a bit more. <br />
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Camped by Chili & Pepper in a high grove of larches -- the paths winding all around us through heath. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-34287544916227925112012-09-17T11:08:00.000-07:002013-03-23T09:57:57.886-07:0017 September - Day 147 - Zero in StehekinBreakfast at the Ranch was epic.<br />
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Afterwards, we caught the bus in -- and it already had thru-hikers in it: the Love Train, most of whom we hadn't met. Moss was on board, and other chums of the trail.<br />
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We paused at the organic farm where many bought veggies, fruit, and goat yogurt.<br />
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Then we stopped at the bakery. Heavenly.<br />
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Then the bus dropped us off in front of the Landing, past the post office.<br />
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We hung out today down at the landing on Lake Chelan where we got to say "Bon voyage" to other thru-hikers just leaving for the last leg of the trail -- and "hello" to more thru-hikers arriving.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Lake Chelan at Stehekin. Dionysus is watching a plane take off.</td></tr>
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We picked up our last supply boxes at the Post Office -- lonnnnnnng wait, as the boxes were piled floor-to-ceiling, and the rest were in the attic, as far as I could tell. Got to visit with trail buddies while we waited. The postmaster, I swear, is Odin (white beard, patch over one eye, etc.) -- and the trickster definitely was at play as we waited and waited.<br />
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We got to spend time visiting with Chili and Pepper, the father/son thru-hiking duo whom we've hiked with and around for a long time. What an impressive pair.<br />
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We sat out in the evening by the lake and drank wine with many thru-hikers -- the big group (called "The Love Train") whom we'd just met (including Hallmark, Yankee Son, Snausage, Mufasa, Honey Bear, Spud and several more) and others who were old chums (like Moss, Gariliet, Scarecaw, etc.). We even sang a few songs (blame the wine that Hallmark and Yankee Son forced us to drink)...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Caballeros singing on the banks of Lake Chelan. [Photo courtesy of Moss].</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Us singing, with Lake Chelan in the background. Smoke haze in the evening from another wildfire. [Photo courtesy of Moss].</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dionysus (right) enjoying the view down Lake Chelan with Honey Bear, Gariliete, Cookie, and [i always forget his trail name; have hiked by him since Ziggy & the Bear's place]. [Photo courtesy of Freebird].</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moss, Dionysus, and Seano in the foreground. Most of the "Love Train" in the background. Pan at far end of table. [Photo courtesy of Freebird]</td></tr>
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Dinner afterwards at the Landing and we had a hilarious time.<br />
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As we hiked toward the "fabled" Stehekin -- the last resupply stop on the PCT -- we were surprised at smoke. A fire on the wooded slopes west of Agnes Creek (where we were hiking) had filled even this far northern end of the PCT with its signature 2012 wildfire smoke. The sunlight was stained. We looked up through a break in the trees at one point and saw the fire burning up a slope. Would we be cut off from Stehekin? <br />
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No, as it happened. As we neared High Bridge, the smoke wasn't as bad.But it was hot and dry -- not at all what we have imagined each time we have ever thought of hiking into Stehekin at this point in our journey. Wow.<br />
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We hitched a ride with a van from Stehekin Valley Ranch that happened to have brought visitors to the bridge. At the Ranch, we were welcomed by the owner who gave us a great deal on our overnight stay in two cabins. He even radio'd to the bus driver to bring us 3 six-packs of Corona from town.<br />
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We showered, and then it was supper time. What a supper! What delicious food! (Beer arrived!) And what desserts! We then did our laundry.<br />
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We stayed in "tent cabins" -- which meant hard walls and floor, but a canvas roof. We were provided kerosene lanterns, as the generator goes off at night. Really charming.<br />
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Here's a photo from their website (http://stehekinvalleyranch.com/):<br />
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[The food at the Ranch is definitely the BEST in Stehekin -- better than the Landing and Lodge at the lake].<br />
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Time for our last zero. Tomorrow, we may head into the landing at the lake where many thru-hikers are staying. But the goal tomorrow is to rest ...<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-45627845516949408872012-09-15T09:35:00.000-07:002012-12-12T21:17:05.959-08:0015 September - Day 145 - Down, down, down, up, up, up, etc.From Mica Lake (2531.3) to trail junction (Mile 2557.1)<br />
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Total PCT Miles: 25.8<br />
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Wow. Our aching feet/ankles/calves/knees (etc). And how easy to be on a coping-skills roller coaster when we feel daily/nightly so exposed and worn down. <br />
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Dionysus's feet were really hurting today. And the Trail was incorrigible: 3500 ft drop in elevation, followed by 3000 ft back up, then another little drop, then 600 feet up, then a plunge of 3000 feet down again --- across a forest landscape including huge 300-year old trees that had been blown down and that we had to scramble over. Roaring glacier silt Suiattle River to cross via a fallen tree (you fall, you die). Other creeks to ford. Really stunning views of so many mountains here throughout the Glacier Peak Wilderness -- and even distant Mt Baker raising its snowy volcano cone up by the Canadian border. <br />
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Still, it is so "normal" for us to live this way. Hard to believe the end of the trail is only 6 days away. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gentians! Late summer alpine flowers who have kept us smiling all across Washington. Old friends from Colorado and the Alps.</td></tr>
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-14659270675140900472012-09-14T09:18:00.000-07:002012-12-12T21:16:45.898-08:0014 September - Day 144 - Hiking through "The Hills Are Alive"From campsite at Kodak Peak ridge (2508.1) to Mica Lake (2531.3)<br />
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Total PCT Miles: 23.2<br />
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What a day of rugged, difficult alpine-like mountain terrain -- with spectacular autumn mountain scenery. The cataracts we cross hopping from boulder to log, the glaciers looming over us, the tricky snowfields to cross, the fallen trees we have to climb over/under/around. The yellow-bellied marmots whistling whenever a raven passed. These improbable jigsaw ridges we traverse. How can landscape this steep not just slide down into the valley?<br />
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We did our yodel-duet for Knutella & Nightingale in a lovely "Norwegian" alpine valley. <br />
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We had pain meds to manage the foot pain (Dionysus has a stress fracture & a broken toe, we suspect; my feet and knees are a pain-o-rama; Seano's holding up but is in fair pain after midday). Wow, did we make good time.<br />
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The mossy, mushroom-filled fairy forest around the base of Glacier Peak was astonishingly beautiful. The rivers coming off the volcano, violent, implacable. One of the log bridges we crossed was broken. Here are some photos Seano took of it (Mr. Cameraman).<br />
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Camped by "Arctic Sea" looking Mica Lake -- at 5446 ft elevation, but so alpine. <br />
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We camp not far from the troika (Jugs, Fierce Melon, & Tailgate), as well as some weekend hikers. Tundra-like heath tucked into steep mountain slopes & snow fields. All around, impossibly vast mountains covered in glaciers, sheer pencil-point peaks, and a monster glaciated volcano. The distances are composed of rank upon rank of mountain ridge silhouettes in the evening's smoke haze.<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-3680406018154467842012-09-13T09:10:00.000-07:002013-03-01T10:54:33.453-08:0013 September - Day 143 - Farewell Rainier, Hello Glacier PeakFrom campsite at Lake Janus (Mile 2485.6) to Kodak Peak ridge (2508.1)<br />
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Passed the 2500 mile mark! Here we sing a little bit for Knutella, Nightingail, and Train (who hiked the PCT every day in a wedding gown -- he went through a couple of dozen by the end of the PCT).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dionysus and Pan joke with Nightingail and Knutella. This was after we sang some songs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glacier Peak is getting closer. What a volcano! Too bad its in a haze from wildfires to the east.</td></tr>
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Dionysus's foot is increasingly painful. We think he has a stress fracture -- plus a broke toe. But he's stoical as ever, and so we march on. <br />
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The mountains are lovely in autumn -- and during this unseasonably warm dry weather. We hike toward Glacier Peak - and begin "turning" it -- that is, by our legs moving us along the mountain itself turns. <br />
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We hike near Knutella and Nightingail -- so we swap many boasts about Norwegians. :-)<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-38601274941497142462012-09-12T08:56:00.000-07:002012-12-12T21:15:59.421-08:0012 September - Day 142 - Starting the last 187 milesFrom Stevens Pass/Skykomish (Mile 2476) to campsite at Lake Janus (Mile 2485.6)<br />
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Total PCT Miles: 9.6<br />
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Took our time assembling our resupply and rolling out of the Dinsmores. It was a fun place to stay. They have a sprawling property and we set up under a grove of massive cedar trees. <br />
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We are so much slower in and out of towns than we used to be. It is a serious uphill battle to find the umph to get out of the vortex. In many ways we would rather read the newspaper and eat back to back lunches than make a quick return to be trail. We also now walk like semi decayed zombies in town. <br />
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After an extensive late breakfast we hitched back to the pass. <br />
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Our luck held and we had a hitch in five minutes. Our driver Jim worked for Cascadia Designs so we passed on our gratitude for our glorious sleeping pads. <br />
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When we finally got back to the trail all of us were pretty wobbly. Our legs just aren't what they used to be. So we decided to make it an early night rather than overextend and burn ourselves out at the beginning of a tough section. <br />
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The smoke from the fire in the Wenatchee National Forest to the west is hazing the mountain views. Giant Glacier Peak and distant Mt Baker -- that point the way north for us -- are dimmed. What a terrible year for fire for the PCT.<br />
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Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-59403996926403119712012-09-11T08:18:00.000-07:002012-12-12T21:15:35.940-08:0011 September - Day 141 - Waking to IceFrom ridgetop campsite above Trap Lake (2463.7) to Stevens Pass/Skykomish (Mile 2476) <br />
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Sean-o here. Last evening, we hiked up to our first snow/sleet blow of the season. With light running out, we threw down our tents on a ridge 12 miles short of Stevens Pass, laughing and swearing in turns. Our shoes and pants were very wet, as was our rainfly from rain the night before. We got into our sleeping bags as quickly as possible to try to out-sleep the wind and cold.<br />
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We woke to a clear morning, though we figured the temps were down in the mid-20s. My shoes were two frozen bricks forcing me to answer the call of nature in stocking feet. I then returned to my sleeping bag, stuck my shoes in a bag, and proceeded to thaw them on my belly. The romance of nature at its most raw! We hunkered down to await the sun rather than try to stuff a whole lot of frozen stuff into frozen backpacks with our frozen fingers.<br />
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It worked, and by 10 am we were back on the trail hiking down to the pass, joining Freebird and Kate, to resupply at Skykomish and Baring.<br />
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We didn't even have time to put on our less-smelly town shirts when a super generous section hiker and PCT volunteer from Redmond pulled up and offered us a ride to the Dinsmore's, well-known trail angels in Baring. <br />
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We ate a delicious dinner of specialty sandwiches at the town store, cafe, and antique shop (thanks Nancy!) ordered others to go, then showered and set up our tents in the spacious yard while Mrs. D did our laundry. (thanks, Andrea!)<br />
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The bunkhouse was full of thru-bees at various stages of disrepair and injury. Zippy has had to leave the trail with a foot injury with less than 250 miles to go. Her hubby is continuing on, bit it's an example of the kind of heartbreak that happens as people try to coax this last push out of these busted up feet. We read that Moonwalker has left the trail. We hear that Big Bird has returned to the UK, also quitting the trail. Many more we hear of -- even while we get news of some buddies of ours finishing at the northern terminus in Canada. <br />
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The Dinsmore's was a very cool, friendly place to grab a little rest and camaraderie before we hobble on. They deserve their great rep.<br />
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Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-19616706246863502412012-09-10T09:16:00.000-07:002012-12-12T21:15:22.830-08:0010 September - Day 140 - Mist, Rain, Mountains & Frozen FeetCampsite above Waptus Lake (Mile 2441) to ridgetop campsite above Trap Lake (2463.7)<br />
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PCT Miles today: 22.7<br />
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Pan here. What a day of moody marvelous mountains --snow, sleet, freezing cloud, sunshine, wind-- steep crags we traversed, and raging snow-fed mountain rivers. <br />
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Dionysus here. Another magical moody hike. The clouds hung low all day long as we traversed several big climbs up to craggy passes through hemlock and fir. For much of the hike the clouds whirred around us leaving a trail of dew that absolutely covered the understory - pretty, really pretty, but It means sopping wet legs and feet. Then it rained and rained and at the top of the passes it snowed and deleted and the clouds just froze to the trees. Then the clouds would open briefly to a pristine patch of blue clarity just long enough for the clouds to rearrange themselves and it would rain and rain and sleet and rain and rain. Snowy peaks!<br />
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Wow. What a climate to produce that kind of moisture and variation in September. When we finally did find a camp platz on top of a ridge the whole tent and everything froze solid. <br />
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Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-66613926682797257562012-09-09T09:15:00.000-07:002012-12-12T21:14:58.911-08:009 September - Day 139 - More moody mizzly daysSnoqualmie River Bridge via Goldmyer Hot Springs Alternate Trail (11.4) to campsite above Waptus Lake (Mile 2441)<br />
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Total miles: 19<br />
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Dionysus here. People imagine days like today when they begin thinking about a thruhike. People are out here for days like today. <br />
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We woke to fog and moody mizzly rain. <br />
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Everything was wet but you couldn't help brushing against the huckleberry and getting a foot full of water. For hours we followed the Snoqualmie River up the valley, through the old old growth and rising mists. The peaks around us were obscured, then the clouds would shift and give way to a snow field floating high above, or a mangled cliff face looming overhead, then the window would close and all the cloud would again prevail. <br />
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After following the river all the way to its source we jumped over the pass to the next valley over and made camp above a low lake near where the alternate rejoins the pct. Then it rained all night -- but how snug and fairly dry we stayed!<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-31040742766505702122012-09-08T08:57:00.000-07:002013-09-07T14:40:08.815-07:008 September - Day 138 - Alpine Lakes WildernessFrom Snoqualmie Pass (Mile 2402) via Goldmyer Hot Springs Alternate Trail to Snoqualmie River Bridge (11.4)<br />
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Total Miles: 11.4<br />
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Dionysus here. Our town days have become sprawling and protracted affairs. Once in town our battered and defeated bodies give way to the simple comfort of beds and cushioned seats and we become nearly immobile. Ice cream is nearly the only incentive we have to move at all. I honestly don't know how we make it back to the trail. Well, we've come this far ...<br />
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This particular town/vortex was Snoqualmie Pass. It was a convenient stop in that the restaurant was inside the hotel and ice cream was right next door. We had planned on an early break instead, despite being fully packed early in the day, we stayed past second lunch before mustering the momentum to get back to the trail. <br />
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We decided to take an alternate route out of town which would take us by a hot springs so we could soak our bones. The springs didn't work out in the end but the hike was really beautiful. It started out a very full tourist-thronged weekend trail (bumper to bumper) but by the five-mile mark, around Snow Lake, the trail emptied out a bit and got really gorgeous. <br />
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From Snow Lake the path became increasingly overgrown -- dangerously so -- with blow-downs and crumbling trail edges on steep rocky slopes. It would be very easy to twist an ankle on this remote alternative route (we don't recommend it really). But for SoBo's, this would be less snowy than the high peaks passage.<br />
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We camped on the banks of the river next to a very old cedar (800 or 900 years old).<br />
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It rained and thundered in the night for the first time since Oregon. Enchanting!<br />
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Total PCT Miles: 22.6<br />
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Too tired to post much info. But hot showers and soft beds should bring us back to articulation. We did get to listen to the recording of Pres. Obama's nomination speech at the restaurant. Outstanding!<br />
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Total PCT Miles: 23.7<br />
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Sevda hiked with us today. She's such cheery company - plus is a wealth of knowledge on local flora & fauna -- a big plus for us. <br />
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We hiked through logged hills -- weaving in and out through patches of older and newer timber. And the huckleberries today were fabulous. We couldn't resist. We had blue-stained teeth and lips most of the day.<br />
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Wind in the east brought smoke haze over the Cascades. A fire near Yakima (& another in Idaho?) back behind us and to the east. What a combustible year. <br />
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Much conversation among us while hiking about how awesome it might be to live in Seattle. What a culture for adventure the city apparently shares with Colorado. The Olympics, the Sound, the Cascades, Mt Rainier -- the city is surrounded by wild beauty. <br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-39828911966997436202012-09-05T06:59:00.000-07:002012-12-12T21:13:01.639-08:005 September - Day 135 - News from the worldSheep Lake (Mile 2334.1) to Urich Cabin (Mile 2355.7)<br />
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Total PCT Miles: 21.6<br />
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The sunrise mirrored this morning in the perfectly still waters below the steep subalpine mountain slopes. Gray jays came and took crumbs from my hand as I lay in my sleeping bag having coffee and shortbread cookies. <br />
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We got going about 7:45. <br />
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The woods today have been the usual beautiful woods. Noble firs and Alaska yellow cedars, Pacific silver firs and hemlock & some Douglas-fir. We followed in the tracks of elk that had been on the trail just before us. Hunters with bows are scouring the woods up here, so we wish the elk luck and long lives. Slopes of huckleberry turning plum and auburn. <br />
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On a high ridge we got some iPhone coverage so uploaded a bunch of photos onto our trail journal blog. Then we got news from the Democratic National Convention. We liked what we read. Apparently the first night got off to a good start. It gave us plenty to chat about on the trail. <br />
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We hiked and hiked today in the Norse Peak Wilderness, until the great mass of Rainier gradually turned and we saw a new side (northeast). <br />
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This evening we have been singing with Sevda at Government Meadows Cabin built in '92 that's used by backcountry hikers & skiers, etc. as a shelter. Big meadow here is getting ripe early autumn colors in it.<br />
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We had a lovely dinner singing with Sevda -- who is not only a botanist, gourmand, farmer, and adventurer, but a lovely singer. Wowie.<br />
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We hung our backpacks and our food bags to keep the cabin's mice out of it, then laid out our pads and bags to sleep inside. <br />
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The squeak of mice in the night was kinda cute -- but the distant bugling of elk reverbing from meadow and mountain was uncanny, unearthly, and enchanting. <br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677940055023974650.post-75576432622851317692012-09-04T09:47:00.000-07:002013-03-23T08:20:32.242-07:004 September - Day 134 - Summer Slopes in SeptemberFrom Campsite above pond (Mile 2313) to Sheep Lake (Mile 2334.1)<br />
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William O. Douglas Wilderness and Rainier National Park. <br />
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Hoot-ta hoot hoot hoot! Hoot-ta hoot hoot hoot! Sean-o here. It's midnight and I'm awake listening to a Great Horned Owl across Sheep Lake and waiting for sleep to return. Not as cold tonight, but still moisture is condensing on the rain fly.<br />
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We'll soon crack the "300 miles to go" barrier as we race late summer northward through the Cascades. We also seem to be racing holes--holes in the top of my shoes, a hole in my sleeping sheet I had to sew up, and holes in all of our socks. (Sorry Smartwool; always loved you, but your socks and shirts don' have what it takes for thru-hiking.) There also seem to be holes in our stomachs that no amount of ramen and Heath bars can fill. Chris especially could go all locust on a Chinese buffet and wreck their profit margin for a week. He'd probably get arrested. :-)<br />
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With the end approaching, I've got a bit of the midnight worries: returning to Boulder and finding a new place to live, getting the money flowing again, etc. I try not to let it derail my enjoyment of these amazing places and this amazing experience, but sometimes the frets leak in. The trail still has things to tell me.<br />
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One thing I don't have to worry about is my mom. She came through the procedure with honors and a clean bill o' health. Got the text from my sister Lynne while atop a remote ridge in the Wm. O. Douglas Wilderness and let out a whoop. Reached her tonight and she was curled up on the couch waiting for Michelle O. to speak at the DNC. All's right with the world.<br />
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Short day after calorie-loading at White Pass. <br />
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Views of Rainier are ever more stunning. <br />
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We also finally got to meet the fabulous Train, who is hiking the entire PCT in wedding gowns. He looked dazzling in today's selection.<br />
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Here's a photo of Train taken by Rattlebee some days before.<br />
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