tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39985296521969394992024-03-26T23:37:19.875-07:00Hiking with Gnarly, Stubby, and Gimpy<b>These are the chronicles of my hiking adventures on the Pacific Crest Trail and beyond</b>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-80417725872912309992021-08-09T21:05:00.000-07:002021-08-09T21:05:02.613-07:00Delaware Watergap, Pennsylvania, to Home<p><b>Wednesday July 28 </b>Hiked from Bakeoven Shelter to Delps Trail. Not a good campsite, but I made it work. Chicago stopped briefly but moved on. Next morning I found a much better camp a half mile away. Go figure. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TI5vMWJjOlA/YRH3JRoNScI/AAAAAAAADis/7wdBykYxfcsOyZcb61NQw_df0flAXiQpwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TI5vMWJjOlA/YRH3JRoNScI/AAAAAAAADis/7wdBykYxfcsOyZcb61NQw_df0flAXiQpwCPcBGAYYCw/w320-h240/IMG_2926.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhHQEomUc5k/YRH3JUaN-rI/AAAAAAAADik/OFY68juJ48cxXh-OzPj0PLbb0XLfg1jjQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhHQEomUc5k/YRH3JUaN-rI/AAAAAAAADik/OFY68juJ48cxXh-OzPj0PLbb0XLfg1jjQCPcBGAYYCw/w320-h240/IMG_2925.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQNtJARxslw/YRH3JXIj2NI/AAAAAAAADio/FFYThPE_PrgCZAG1rcg2gOIbffP6umP2wCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQNtJARxslw/YRH3JXIj2NI/AAAAAAAADio/FFYThPE_PrgCZAG1rcg2gOIbffP6umP2wCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2924.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Best part of the Wednesday hike was hiking with Justin, an airline pilot. He is a co-pilot for 737. He talked about career options--staying as a co-pilot of 737, moving to captain's chair of 737, or moving to co-pilot of a 777.</p><p>17.5 miles today. I need to pay attention to the miles so I can make my next Elder meeting on Monday. </p><p><b>Thursday July 29</b> Hiked from Delps Trail to a campsite I identified on my AT phone app--<a href="https://atlasguides.com/trail-guides/">Guthooks</a>. When I got to the campsite, there were two hammock campers. Oscar and John whom I camped with at Eckville Shelter. Oscar and John were okay with me joining them. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVJGN8uh5Es/YRH3KLmprII/AAAAAAAADkE/grLeitJ5Z4A2m2Hy-kcf_5hp9wiuQe5uQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVJGN8uh5Es/YRH3KLmprII/AAAAAAAADkE/grLeitJ5Z4A2m2Hy-kcf_5hp9wiuQe5uQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VC83x16JWRA/YRH3KusKX0I/AAAAAAAADkA/GCRdCHiyfnENnoP7-GFyBGM4ySYBAfWrgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VC83x16JWRA/YRH3KusKX0I/AAAAAAAADkA/GCRdCHiyfnENnoP7-GFyBGM4ySYBAfWrgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2928.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">With the first drops of rain, I quickly engaged in setting up the tent. Ground cloth, laid out tent, stake for each corner, tent poles clipped in, 5 hooks for tent to tent poles, rainfly draped over and staked. I threw everything in the tent and dove in just as it really started to rain. Then thunder and one lightning bolt was really close. After a couple of hours the storm had passed by. </span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms6bSWIC2us/YRH3LJw2SJI/AAAAAAAADkI/lLqxL8TADDQCeEJE084nevVSj2hGotovwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms6bSWIC2us/YRH3LJw2SJI/AAAAAAAADkI/lLqxL8TADDQCeEJE084nevVSj2hGotovwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2929.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p><b>July 30 Friday</b> Left camp at 5:45 AM, hiking okay with some rock, to hiking slow with lots of rock, to a crawl going through a boulder field. Not sure what happened--either a hiking pole slipped or a foot slipped on wet rock or I lost my balance. But I fell over backward and momentarily my right foot was wedged between two rocks. I was able to release my foot and ended upside down in the only piece of dirt for at least half a mile. No harm, no foul, no injury. This section of trail 12-13 miles was rock, rock, and more rock. Then some good hiking on a dirt road. The last two miles were a STEEP downhill with a lot of day hikers, this being Friday. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YYJfryrkOE/YRH3LYyNFjI/AAAAAAAADj0/kzHZSIlD2fUgoG9eAF06iKoZ5SZp7QuUwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YYJfryrkOE/YRH3LYyNFjI/AAAAAAAADj0/kzHZSIlD2fUgoG9eAF06iKoZ5SZp7QuUwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Made it to Delaware Water Gap Post Office at 12:15 pm. Closed, not to reopen 1:00 pm. Went to Apple Pie Bakery. Everything looked great. Very busy place with hardly any help. It took some doing but I finally ordered two breakfast sandwiches (egg and cheese on multigrain) and fries. They were out of salad and sweet potato fries. Bummer!</div><p>After eating, went back to Post Office to get my resupply box. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3t-cUHrQr8/YRH3L4UBt0I/AAAAAAAADkI/uszunc5LboAK4zsOowLShbam6K4ugs40QCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3t-cUHrQr8/YRH3L4UBt0I/AAAAAAAADkI/uszunc5LboAK4zsOowLShbam6K4ugs40QCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2931.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As you hike north toward Delaware Water Gap, you come to a downhill to reach the gap. Most of the time, the downhill is darn steep. In this instance there was a beautiful set of switchbacks--well designed, and well laid out. Hikers would love to see more of this on the AT. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OC1yf3cNpI/YRH3MRHjLVI/AAAAAAAADkA/YRstjv8RyNslMUDPOP0zRh3KgARBr8z4ACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OC1yf3cNpI/YRH3MRHjLVI/AAAAAAAADkA/YRstjv8RyNslMUDPOP0zRh3KgARBr8z4ACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2933.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>As I was leaving Delaware Water Gap I saw another hiker heading out as well. Her name is Amethyst. We walked across the bridge. Midway across the Delaware River, we entered New Jersey. </p><p>I had heard horror stories about hiking the first couple of miles. That was NOT the case. The trail was good and we covered 5 miles to a camp. Along the way a guy named Wade talked with us. Wade is a Ridge Runner for the AT in New Jersey. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgeAbT2W2E0/YRH3MfnEjrI/AAAAAAAADj4/FL2ETy6ke1IOlYq6gm3KHSdzLobejvKaACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgeAbT2W2E0/YRH3MfnEjrI/AAAAAAAADj4/FL2ETy6ke1IOlYq6gm3KHSdzLobejvKaACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2934.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p>I was okay with a 15 mile day since the five miles to camp reduced the miles to Unionville to 48. I have to be in Unionville or some other town with a motel so I can participate in the next Elder meeting. </p><p>The campsite at mile 1300 became pretty populated with a group of 10 or so middle school hikers with no adult in the group. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3JaSh3wr7I/YRH3MwSe7HI/AAAAAAAADkE/I6sP8tABscMBn9mXGn3t7wU7vwpvbU1GgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3JaSh3wr7I/YRH3MwSe7HI/AAAAAAAADkE/I6sP8tABscMBn9mXGn3t7wU7vwpvbU1GgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2935.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p><b>Saturday July 31</b> The twenty miles were darn rocky. In the afternoon I focused on one thing--putting one foot in front of the other, left, right, left, right. As long as I was taking steps, I was making progress. Sometimes I would catch a series of tall rocks and step from rock to rock. Other times I would find the smoothest line and walk there. </p><p>New Jersey requires the use of bear boxes. Remembering to get the food is my biggest concern. I've been keeping the food in the tent with me. When I empty the tent, I've got everything I have. Gotta get my food sack. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pUUORD3Ygak/YRH3NaiRoWI/AAAAAAAADkA/C6SIli6RZ_ASqmd3HlEyYxtCeZqqUzn1QCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pUUORD3Ygak/YRH3NaiRoWI/AAAAAAAADkA/C6SIli6RZ_ASqmd3HlEyYxtCeZqqUzn1QCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2936.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Sunday August 1</b> For some reason around 9:00 AM, I took my phone off airplane mode. Immediately a text message popped up that Gary Nock, my pastor, had died at 5:20 AM Pacific time. My heart aches for Dawn, the GracePoint family, and for me. Gary is quite a loss. I am also relieved for Gary and Dawn. The struggle is over. </div><p>My goal for the day is High Point Shelter. This would leave only 7-8 miles to Unionville. This would be another 20 mile day. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn3socI7IMQ/YRH3NpFdMEI/AAAAAAAADj8/fD0BGiyGJVI1LqdqUeHvf4Wb-Kjjz3XvACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn3socI7IMQ/YRH3NpFdMEI/AAAAAAAADj8/fD0BGiyGJVI1LqdqUeHvf4Wb-Kjjz3XvACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2937.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p>At Sunrise Mountain was a pavilion with 4 hikers. I was asked how I was doing and I said that I was good but that my water filter had gone south on me, and water was only dribbling out. One of the young hikers said he had an extra filter. His name was Popeye (got his name when he was eating spinach from a bag). I said I could make it okay. But a few minutes later, Popeye handed me a plastic bag with a brand new Be Free Filter. WOW! The best Trail Magic Ever. </p><p>A little later it started to rain--not hard, but everything was getting wet and rocks were slick. I came to the Mashipacong shelter (say that name 3 times fast!) with 5 other hikers. I joined to make a 6-pack of hikers waiting out the storm. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqEjgdlTLOc/YRH3N-bgrBI/AAAAAAAADkA/nlhOkcHkAsYplL2hcbSjEmb0zOjXt0ShgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqEjgdlTLOc/YRH3N-bgrBI/AAAAAAAADkA/nlhOkcHkAsYplL2hcbSjEmb0zOjXt0ShgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2938.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p>One of the hikers was moving fast. He left Springer Mountain, Georgia, on May 31st. In about 62 days, he had hiked more than 1300 miles. </p><p>It stopped raining and everyone moved on. I headed to the side trail for the Rutherford Shelter. I kept going and no shelter. When I looked at the map, I thought, "Good grief, anyway!" The shelter was quite a way from the AT, so I turned around and made for the AT. My little diversion cost me 20 minutes. </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWlkpv0CrV0/YRH3OrvYW8I/AAAAAAAADkA/TEc2ge7B5NErNlqY7SU_ML-nY_MVVlu1wCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWlkpv0CrV0/YRH3OrvYW8I/AAAAAAAADkA/TEc2ge7B5NErNlqY7SU_ML-nY_MVVlu1wCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p>It was 3:00 pm when I made it to the AT. I turned north for High Point Shelter. The going was slow--lots and lots of rocks and the rocks were slick. The distance was only 4.6 miles but it took all of three hours to do. Point of reference--at home on Beezley Hill, I can do 8 miles in less than 3 hours. I have done 6 miles in 3 hours in what I call hard hiking, but this little stretch of 4.6 miles took 3 hours. </p><p>Another 20 mile day and I was pooped. Only 8 miles to Unionville, so I was pretty pleased. </p><p>I talked with Becky and the decision was made--I was coming home. With Gary's passing, it seemed like the right thing to do. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AFPmtwvlI0/YRH3PNU33DI/AAAAAAAADkE/T-88hymJ8nQVV0qGJFL-ThncENHx0uCMQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AFPmtwvlI0/YRH3PNU33DI/AAAAAAAADkE/T-88hymJ8nQVV0qGJFL-ThncENHx0uCMQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2940.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Monday August 2 </b>When I left High Point Shelter, immediately the hiking was good. I could get into a rhythm and clip off a mile in just a little time. There were pastures and hayfields, and for the most part the hiking was smooth. Certainly there were stretches that were rocky and steep uphills and downhills, but for once the hiking was favorable. At 9:25 AM I was in Unionville. </div><p>First my resupply box at the Post Office for a section of trail I would not hike, then the general store for a Gatorade and breakfast sandwich. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQkHNljfh5M/YRH3PsxdMCI/AAAAAAAADkI/AoKxK904Z34fp_9iLxl7Bh06bCqtxeRlgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQkHNljfh5M/YRH3PsxdMCI/AAAAAAAADkI/AoKxK904Z34fp_9iLxl7Bh06bCqtxeRlgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p>From Becky, I knew that I would need to hitch a ride south 8-12 miles to find a motel for my Elder meeting. I took off on Hwy 284. In less than a mile, I re-entered New Jersey. But my thumb was out of order. I couldn't seem to get a ride. It was getting hotter and hotter, so I pulled out my umbrella. Better to walk in the shade. Finally a car pulled over. The driver's name was Kristen. She could not take me to the Days Inn, but she could take me halfway. She let me out at the Rolling Hills Motel and said it was only 4.4 miles to Days Inn. I no sooner put the pack on and turned to walk when another car stopped. Andy took me to the Quality Inn in Vernon, New Jersey. </p><p>It was noon and I was set--checked in and life was good. Very good! I needed to do laundry, but the washer was out of order. Clothes had to be washed by hand. The dryer worked, though. Oh how I looked forward to a shower. And I needed to work out the details of getting home--a ride to the Newark, NJ, airport, airline reservations from Newark to Spokane, and a motel near the Newark airport. I needed everything at the same time--shower, laundry, ride to airport, motel for Tuesday, and reservations to fly home. </p><p>Clothes washed in motel room sink and dried in laundry room. Airline reservations set for 6:15 AM departure on Wednesday. Taxi to Newark airport cost almost as much as flight to Spokane. </p><p>One thing I could not find was a motel near the airport that could get me there by 4:15 AM. A couple of motels said it's only 5 minute drive. That's 5 minutes driving; I'm walking. So my plan is to sleep at the airport. I have a sleeping pad and sleeping quilt. It just might work. </p>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-79415732203715588312021-08-03T18:31:00.002-07:002021-08-03T18:31:39.414-07:00From Duncannon, Pennsylvania, to . . . <p> <b>Wednesday July 21</b> Nearing Duncannon I met a hiker named Solo. The trail diverted us uphill then turned downhill--very steep downhill. Solo says several times, "I don't remember this. Every re-route put in is harder than the original." </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3icItKqtdvs/YQncM84JF1I/AAAAAAAADfk/t7ahdNx7I2gQOZ13i3PywOZc6E3vi8yowCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3icItKqtdvs/YQncM84JF1I/AAAAAAAADfk/t7ahdNx7I2gQOZ13i3PywOZc6E3vi8yowCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2898.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Showered at Hostel and rinsed out my clothes. Had lunch at the old hotel with Willy and Scott. Hamburger and the first beer I've had in months was $10.31. About half what you'd normally pay. </span><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noqvE3F15XI/YQncMx833dI/AAAAAAAADfo/Q4ivg6zO580BAf-Rz7_WdZRqudUlfGolwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noqvE3F15XI/YQncMx833dI/AAAAAAAADfo/Q4ivg6zO580BAf-Rz7_WdZRqudUlfGolwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jX5zblEwYA/YQncMg0Qh2I/AAAAAAAADfg/C2iIG0U8P_s-AYyln93NWRYaJUcQbNdjACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jX5zblEwYA/YQncMg0Qh2I/AAAAAAAADfg/C2iIG0U8P_s-AYyln93NWRYaJUcQbNdjACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2897.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Started the 4.6 mile hike to first shelter. Across to the other side of town, then across two bridges. From there the trail became steep but doable. I lost the trail at a "Double White Blaze" which indicates a turn. I tried 2-3 different routes but they played out--very steep and rocky, a bear cat to walk on and not get hurt. I went back to the Double White Blaze. This time I hit pay dirt--it was a switchback which are few and far between on the Appalachian Trail. And then the trail moved into the rocks. We've had plenty of rocks, except this required rock climbing and not hiking or walking. One 0.2 mile stretch took 40 minutes. Back home, I can generally do 0.2 mile in 4-6 miles. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mbLCgMR_rU/YQncVID48KI/AAAAAAAADfs/TGI_CTJPjgYLdimwb8Sw7Ae4WhncKlvQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mbLCgMR_rU/YQncVID48KI/AAAAAAAADfs/TGI_CTJPjgYLdimwb8Sw7Ae4WhncKlvQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2900.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Garrett and I disagree about the rock climbing. I knew there would be a few sections farther up the trail, but I've already hit 3-4 areas requiring rock climbing--highly inefficient travel. </span><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rDHHtJAJys/YQncVMqUXdI/AAAAAAAADf0/n8h_Z0fHRMcWaEZyAU6J5uM9xAQG0i5YgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rDHHtJAJys/YQncVMqUXdI/AAAAAAAADf0/n8h_Z0fHRMcWaEZyAU6J5uM9xAQG0i5YgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2901.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><u>Kamikaze gnats</u> There have not been many biting insects, but some insects are annoying--Kamikaze gnats dive-bombing my eyes. Once I had 3 gnats in my left eye. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhfgOwL7_Ho/YQncWNJwegI/AAAAAAAADf4/m3AcbxtCCX02WGMmujBPGO4SUCGN1f83wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhfgOwL7_Ho/YQncWNJwegI/AAAAAAAADf4/m3AcbxtCCX02WGMmujBPGO4SUCGN1f83wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Qb3sNwVhF8/YQndPlXMC7I/AAAAAAAADgc/Bcl6uGGY0D8Ovy4WFe53tWQKJFbVrvVRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Qb3sNwVhF8/YQndPlXMC7I/AAAAAAAADgc/Bcl6uGGY0D8Ovy4WFe53tWQKJFbVrvVRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2907.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;">Thursday July 22</b><span style="text-align: left;"> Internal Dialogue and Bonus Miles--Most of my mistakes are when my internal dialogue is in overdrive. I took a breakfast break at a shelter then turned wrong when I got back to the AT, 1.8 bonus miles. Bummer! 17 trail miles plus 1.8 bonus = almost 19 miles. </span><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ar8u3zFe8k0/YQndOEnkb0I/AAAAAAAADgM/CSHbWYXvtYUL_CJKmew1g6cXPyZOUI7JQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ar8u3zFe8k0/YQndOEnkb0I/AAAAAAAADgM/CSHbWYXvtYUL_CJKmew1g6cXPyZOUI7JQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Chicago stopped at my camp at Horse-shoe Trail, then moved onto another camp. Next morning I found a much better campsite less than 0.5 mile away. 17 miles on Thursday. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssdX8CDC3Jg/YQndOX_qllI/AAAAAAAADgU/Syl0egvJSTIYft-kdybSU2_XUpuvPOtpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssdX8CDC3Jg/YQndOX_qllI/AAAAAAAADgU/Syl0egvJSTIYft-kdybSU2_XUpuvPOtpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2904.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDXc3cy8Vxw/YQndOFefJoI/AAAAAAAADgQ/65Y0pCOY85IdUqc9x_UGYdCmp-iGGYzSwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDXc3cy8Vxw/YQndOFefJoI/AAAAAAAADgQ/65Y0pCOY85IdUqc9x_UGYdCmp-iGGYzSwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2903.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZATyYDc30o/YQndPPa8zFI/AAAAAAAADgY/n79lfGY5_-EenRH-H4U7UByux7v0YbwdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZATyYDc30o/YQndPPa8zFI/AAAAAAAADgY/n79lfGY5_-EenRH-H4U7UByux7v0YbwdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2906.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Friday July 23</b> Biggest event today was my first rattlesnake. Hiking in the shade with my head down because of rocks--this is the norm on the AT. Just as I was about to take a step with my right foot. I noticed a "pattern" and froze. Sure enough, a timber rattler was asleep on the trail. My next step would have been on the rattlesnake. </p><p><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwcWyKSnyYQ/YQncVHlFo8I/AAAAAAAADfw/xyA8aw2fNTINtjpXk6r-3HS9lwaztLHzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwcWyKSnyYQ/YQncVHlFo8I/AAAAAAAADfw/xyA8aw2fNTINtjpXk6r-3HS9lwaztLHzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2899.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p>I stayed at William Penn Shelter. A nice young woman--high school distance runner--slept upstairs while I slept downstairs. She doesn't know what she missed--my snoring. </p><p>I did about 22 miles today. A little while after getting to the shelter, I was stiff, sore, and clumsy. My goal was to make Hamburg early on Sunday. </p><p><b>Saturday July 24 </b>I hiked with two very nice guys for a while today--Stephen and Jonathan (with black beard). Later when I was hiking alone, a guy with a black beard blew past me like I was standing still. I thought it I was Jonathan and that Stephen could have been hurt. Turned out not to be the case, as I came onto the fast walker taking a lunch break. His shirt was red, trail name Captain. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJYt4JRpKCE/YQnbYuG_lGI/AAAAAAAADfY/nX6uSai81QwD9P0jdsmO99Md1ooa-mwkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJYt4JRpKCE/YQnbYuG_lGI/AAAAAAAADfY/nX6uSai81QwD9P0jdsmO99Md1ooa-mwkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2908.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Toward the end of the day when I am tired, my pace slows. I had seen a father-daughter duo earlier, Scott and Grace. Scott passed me and I must have looked up. My right foot caught something and WHAM, I was on the ground. No rocks, thank God, so no harm, no foul. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to6cqO4OoJM/YQndhX8FYyI/AAAAAAAADhA/CU8UJoH_gUM9RdlAencKedKH-iKqH6qNACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to6cqO4OoJM/YQndhX8FYyI/AAAAAAAADhA/CU8UJoH_gUM9RdlAencKedKH-iKqH6qNACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2914.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I came off the AT to get water at Sand Spring. Good flow, great water. Made it to Eagle's Nest Shelter at 4:30. A few folks were camped beyond the shelter. None other than Chicago showed up. I have seen Chicago every day since my first full day on the AT. Chicago now has done 1200 miles. Somehow I am keeping up with a thru-hiker. </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0DBZkry1SE/YQndfYSg6_I/AAAAAAAADg4/gv8Gp5DNWbkc7j-Jtpw5auAIN2ZyMfM9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0DBZkry1SE/YQndfYSg6_I/AAAAAAAADg4/gv8Gp5DNWbkc7j-Jtpw5auAIN2ZyMfM9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2910.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I came off the AT to get water at Sand Spring. Good flow, great water. Made it to Eagle's Nest Shelter at 4:30. A few folks were camped beyond the shelter. None other than Chicago showed up. I have seen Chicago every day since my first full day on the AT. Chicago now has done 1200 miles. Somehow I am keeping up with a thru-hiker. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFTlhYsDLJc/YQndfKH3UiI/AAAAAAAADgw/lHU3mYVm5esjemdj0GwojpyYvUoFHzyWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFTlhYsDLJc/YQndfKH3UiI/AAAAAAAADgw/lHU3mYVm5esjemdj0GwojpyYvUoFHzyWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2909.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lots of discussion with Scott and Grace. He asked me if I knew a song named, "Wayfaring Stranger." I said, "Emmylou Harris, Roses in the Snow album. Happens to be a song I like very much." On his phone he played a version by a father and his two daughters. I thanked Scott as I told him it would be in my head the next day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KxhYXJOwKjY" width="320" youtube-src-id="KxhYXJOwKjY"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Sunday July 25</b> Ten miles to get to Hamburg. Left camp at 5:45 am. The trail was sometimes flat, smooth, and fast; other places were a jumbled mess of rocks at various angles--slow going. I kept moving forward, breaking for breakfast, potty break, Nearing Port Clinton there was the descent from hell--EXTREMELY STEEP, toward the end I caught up with two overnight hikers--Mark and Cara. They were agreeable to take me to Hamburg. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WL_7Fkmc_XE/YQnh2IIzQFI/AAAAAAAADhs/XxgVY6b92QQs5GuukJ79S9DsbHBPLayaACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WL_7Fkmc_XE/YQnh2IIzQFI/AAAAAAAADhs/XxgVY6b92QQs5GuukJ79S9DsbHBPLayaACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2923.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We loaded and packs and us in his small car. When we got to Hamburg, Mark pulled into Five Guys parking lot just before 11:00 am, and they don't open until 3:00 pm. Then to Red Robin which opened at 11:00 am. We ordered burgers, fries, shakes for them, steamed broccoli for me. The burger and fries were very good, but the broccoli was incredible. I picked up the tab for the ride and the good conversation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They dropped me off at Microtel. I had to wait until 3:30 to see if I had a room. At 3:30, the clerk said, "You've got a room, there was a cancellation." <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Laundry, shower, soak in a hot tub of water with shampoo in the water, then a second shower. The motel has a pub--Pappy T's Pub and Lounge. I carefully looked the menu over and saw that they had sauteed cauliflower and broccoli. I ordered a salad and asked that carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli be added to the salad. Then I ordered the medley of vegetables, AND sauteed brussel sprouts. I ate a lot of veggies today. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Today was day 11. From Harper's Ferry, WV, to Hamburg, PA, is 195 miles. Not bad for an old duffer. My feet are sore and blistered and my left knee hurts from time to time. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tomorrow I enter what Mark called "the trail from hell" --78 miles of rock. The one thing that would make this better would be a hiking partner--to talk to, to encourage each other, to help motivate each other. All I can do is look for the opportunity to hike with other hikers. Even a few miles with someone can make all the difference in the world. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kevin, just keep on keeping on. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2aglm00gEs/YQnh1HTyT1I/AAAAAAAADhk/-kIPV9pm8FIbAKWyj4kBvpRfHnv1lKrcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2aglm00gEs/YQnh1HTyT1I/AAAAAAAADhk/-kIPV9pm8FIbAKWyj4kBvpRfHnv1lKrcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2917.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>Monday July 26 </b>I arranged a ride to the Hamburg Post Office then back to the trail. His name is Steve. No envelope in my box, so I am pushing on without mailing anything back to Becky. Hiked Eckville Shelter--there is a house owned by Mick. He has a 6-bunk bed house--small, so my snoring would not be welcomed . To the side is a building with a toilet and solar shower. Shower was cold and WONDERFUL. Every shelter should have one. I camped across the road with others. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHARwalthkk/YQnh0wcYWZI/AAAAAAAADhc/D8YJacdOscsZ_oiJSAQpnGNd2sVi6joUACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHARwalthkk/YQnh0wcYWZI/AAAAAAAADhc/D8YJacdOscsZ_oiJSAQpnGNd2sVi6joUACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2916.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Tuesday July 27 </b> Hiked about 18 miles to Bake Oven Shelter. I stopped at a restaurant--it was closed, but had a spigot, so I filled with water. Shortly after crashing for the night, I heard some noise. My food was fine. At the far side of the shelter a porcupine was working on the first step into the shelter. Porcupine left. When I laid back down, a big black ant bit me--it stung for several hours. Later more noise; this time it was two porcupines. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Wednesday July 28</b> I hiked to Palmerton and then I had a decision to make. Take the official AT and do some rock climbing up a cliff face, or take the "blue alternate" and hike a very steep trail, but you can walk. I took the blue alternate. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I caught up with a section hiker named Justin. He is a co-pilot for Boeing 737 planes. We had a great conversation. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJW4IazqaBo/YQnh0_YuAxI/AAAAAAAADhg/tTuUblIhgQ0g0hBhdZh7Ola-CfLtWvcvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJW4IazqaBo/YQnh0_YuAxI/AAAAAAAADhg/tTuUblIhgQ0g0hBhdZh7Ola-CfLtWvcvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I camped at Delps Trail, but Justin went a little farther. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Thursday July 29</b> This part of the AT has been dry enough that water is a concern, as many of the springs are dry. Yesterday I planned to go to Danielsville, PA to get more water, but a water cache made that unnecessary. Today I needed more food and more water, so I went to Wind Gap, PA. I stopped at a convenience store as the grocery store was a much longer walk. I bought a bottle of water, bottle of Gatorade, hamburger, burrito, and Cheetos. Spent more money at a convenience store than ever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I hurried back to the AT. It was 1:00 pm and supposed to start raining by noon. Pack was heavy but I made it up the hill anyway. At the campsite I had circled on my guidebook, there were two hikers with hammock-sleeping systems--John and Oscar (Oscar has the longer beard). They were okay with me joining them. First drops of rain put me to setting up my tent. A little after getting the tent up and everything inside the tent, thunder started in the distance. Lightning close by, LOUD thunderclap, heavy rain. By 5:30 the storm was over. </div></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAtxvxQlHhs/YQnh169gIOI/AAAAAAAADho/AP_wqxMtl3E3U593Xhgffv9Hi-2kBaHUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAtxvxQlHhs/YQnh169gIOI/AAAAAAAADho/AP_wqxMtl3E3U593Xhgffv9Hi-2kBaHUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2922.JPG" width="320" /></a><p></p>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-64633007529870826502021-07-27T21:45:00.001-07:002021-07-27T21:45:53.768-07:00What a Great Day for Hiking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pLv5Ltp2CE/YQDO8VAmIII/AAAAAAAADa0/8z1bqIWVHW86i9mZjULwl0F3bjdBRjnkACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pLv5Ltp2CE/YQDO8VAmIII/AAAAAAAADa0/8z1bqIWVHW86i9mZjULwl0F3bjdBRjnkACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2854.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Willy </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tuojX2C7d4/YQDO75NRThI/AAAAAAAADaw/JMnV0DFBvr486Sywrg02wPHaPh5i98LyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tuojX2C7d4/YQDO75NRThI/AAAAAAAADaw/JMnV0DFBvr486Sywrg02wPHaPh5i98LyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><b>Sunday July 18 </b>What a great day for hiking. Much cooler. Cloudy. I passed two different AT midpoint signs--old sign and new sign. Made it to a campsite at the top of a hill and camped there. I liked the site because rain would not flow into my tent. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiEP9dDfH74/YQDUnQ351YI/AAAAAAAADbY/eOpnJyFyeOgJHcrKj6i7-j2S16xLs7aagCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiEP9dDfH74/YQDUnQ351YI/AAAAAAAADbY/eOpnJyFyeOgJHcrKj6i7-j2S16xLs7aagCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2860.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f90xFJwKrcY/YQDUnmLI-2I/AAAAAAAADbc/boPtEAlzhtAtPbeBGPQdMv6PqVTl1KAFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f90xFJwKrcY/YQDUnmLI-2I/AAAAAAAADbc/boPtEAlzhtAtPbeBGPQdMv6PqVTl1KAFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2859.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9YLhhY2hek/YQDUn4zxf8I/AAAAAAAADbg/NDMa7iyoKPMR7phtC_ViEJNSrM3d9lABwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9YLhhY2hek/YQDUn4zxf8I/AAAAAAAADbg/NDMa7iyoKPMR7phtC_ViEJNSrM3d9lABwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2858.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPQeL_Ax6E4/YQDUokRdlmI/AAAAAAAADbk/oVKjSDkCqXEWMket6NzjDRqxVtOA50t_wCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPQeL_Ax6E4/YQDUokRdlmI/AAAAAAAADbk/oVKjSDkCqXEWMket6NzjDRqxVtOA50t_wCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2861.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAaP7Ruay0E/YQDUpOsCJCI/AAAAAAAADbs/sO7mIK6NmZYCdVPDu85PskbNhLaEUf2ygCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAaP7Ruay0E/YQDUpOsCJCI/AAAAAAAADbs/sO7mIK6NmZYCdVPDu85PskbNhLaEUf2ygCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2862.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_-lMONFQZ0/YQDUpA7CYiI/AAAAAAAADbo/z_G17mMKkAAscuDHOTfszG7yq3PCi-aKACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_-lMONFQZ0/YQDUpA7CYiI/AAAAAAAADbo/z_G17mMKkAAscuDHOTfszG7yq3PCi-aKACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2863.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>After setting up camp and getting everything ready, it was time to cook dinner. I saw something flapping and went to check it out. It was a greenish butterfly, wing span 6" tip to tip. Wings were busted and there were holes in the wings. Determination and persistence like I have never seen before. The butterfly would rest a bit, then furiously flap. The butterfly continued trying until it died. [Becky here--this is a Luna Moth--which is endangered]</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Ee3zH04vs/YQDVCupV0KI/AAAAAAAADcQ/Kb-eHk2cmQkGyV1sc2X8yBWxjLaNZe_WQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Ee3zH04vs/YQDVCupV0KI/AAAAAAAADcQ/Kb-eHk2cmQkGyV1sc2X8yBWxjLaNZe_WQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2864.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wOq5aZt4OII/YQDVCsuWN7I/AAAAAAAADcM/vu2CZ0MgnTY0IXeMdz7riVXlOIgew29ggCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wOq5aZt4OII/YQDVCsuWN7I/AAAAAAAADcM/vu2CZ0MgnTY0IXeMdz7riVXlOIgew29ggCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2865.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oh1_rCH3wvc/YQDVCtGNjeI/AAAAAAAADcI/1xeuOQGNbjs-9yURPTDVfAnYNBMrr03-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oh1_rCH3wvc/YQDVCtGNjeI/AAAAAAAADcI/1xeuOQGNbjs-9yURPTDVfAnYNBMrr03-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2866.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Monday July 19</b> Left camp around 5:40 am. At a footbridge across a stream, I came onto a young woman with tattoos taking a smoke break. Very friendly and informative about what we were heading toward. Her trail name is "Practice." Later, when I was taking a food/drink break, Practice showed up with another girl named "Jingles." Around 1:00 pm I was about to saddle up with Jingles came up. I walked with her to Boiling Springs. We suddenly left the forest and came to a cornfield. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svaUUlqsEo0/YQDZo2e-hnI/AAAAAAAADdI/qm_OB71sOZI8jDYjS7-GYzZ7SwMZzL9vACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svaUUlqsEo0/YQDZo2e-hnI/AAAAAAAADdI/qm_OB71sOZI8jDYjS7-GYzZ7SwMZzL9vACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2878.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNVAissjiSs/YQDZpNaF6eI/AAAAAAAADeg/WofHFY-tct4eOnei7GX58bkxi6-Pw5hdQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNVAissjiSs/YQDZpNaF6eI/AAAAAAAADeg/WofHFY-tct4eOnei7GX58bkxi6-Pw5hdQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2879.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGvJXaRUnog/YQDZp1PfcjI/AAAAAAAADeo/xmxKEnku6LgiUsQc-BvhYjfuPdTUg2caQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGvJXaRUnog/YQDZp1PfcjI/AAAAAAAADeo/xmxKEnku6LgiUsQc-BvhYjfuPdTUg2caQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Jingles started a hike of AT in 2020, and she had 20 days in when Covid hit and she had to come off trail. This year, she has hiked just over 1100 miles; she has a great hiking pace. </div><div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibvdiLFW9Gk/YQDPGP0iV0I/AAAAAAAADbU/cPHtUDA_UbELYWWBnltfwvQBFGR1dvphwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibvdiLFW9Gk/YQDPGP0iV0I/AAAAAAAADbU/cPHtUDA_UbELYWWBnltfwvQBFGR1dvphwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2855.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uamsqadQ2Lc/YQDPGHNgXZI/AAAAAAAADbM/g1URvmYdLpQRx1ojenFCCCWDblwba5SawCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uamsqadQ2Lc/YQDPGHNgXZI/AAAAAAAADbM/g1URvmYdLpQRx1ojenFCCCWDblwba5SawCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Guess which side Kevin should be in? <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1fVjN9cXzA/YQDPGJVhq5I/AAAAAAAADbQ/yYiHwjLeETAOehBumaOMRMiZKZ-JwyseACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1fVjN9cXzA/YQDPGJVhq5I/AAAAAAAADbQ/yYiHwjLeETAOehBumaOMRMiZKZ-JwyseACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Boiling Springs is a beautiful little town--swimming pool, lake. I came to a restaurant with outside seating. I went to a table with three older people and asked about motels. No motels in Boiling Springs. Beth said there were motels in Carlisle. She lives in Carlisle and said she would give me a ride. Got a meal to go from the restaurant and resupply box from the post office. Checked into the Microtel. I had to get in line to do laundry, then took a shower. Had to stay up late for Elder meeting. Spent a considerable amount of time talking with Becky to be prepared for the meeting. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meeting started at 7:00 pm PDT, which is 10:00 pm in the Eastern time zone. I stayed on the meeting for two hours and then called Becky to give her an update. Went to bed at 12:30 am. I was awake for more than 20 hours. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Tuesday July 20 </b>Woke up feeling awful, left knee sore and feet swollen. Wrote up the blog posts, had a great breakfast at the motel. Unsure if I'll take a zero day (stay for another night) or move on up the trail. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It took 20 minutes to hitch a ride back to Boiling Springs--nice lady named Terri. Gatorade and two Chiboni Greek Yogurt. A guy hollered at me to come over, so I did. He showed me the springs--tremendous flow, hence the name "Boiling Springs." Very cool </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhX1KFXORc8/YQDZqLJC_FI/AAAAAAAADeg/Ewmr2jde6b8AMTjixRI0LL2uKQznhvppACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhX1KFXORc8/YQDZqLJC_FI/AAAAAAAADeg/Ewmr2jde6b8AMTjixRI0LL2uKQznhvppACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2881.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpRfG8aIk8Q/YQDZqU-sOLI/AAAAAAAADeQ/FYmwpuLvg90DlnVof52Y24P38Cv0l8JDQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpRfG8aIk8Q/YQDZqU-sOLI/AAAAAAAADeQ/FYmwpuLvg90DlnVof52Y24P38Cv0l8JDQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2882.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Started hiking at the crack of noon. More farmland. I came to a veggie/fruit stand. The cherries were wonderful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I struggled trying to find a place to camp. Dense woods and low swampy places mainly. Around 11-12 miles I came onto a poor campsite but I took it anyway. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdtH4jobslg/YQDZquPPgnI/AAAAAAAADeo/T795NI3xsRwX3NfARa0D1KG_R6TJ4gVmACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdtH4jobslg/YQDZquPPgnI/AAAAAAAADeo/T795NI3xsRwX3NfARa0D1KG_R6TJ4gVmACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2883.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6AWZfMT7xI/YQDZrovsvbI/AAAAAAAADeg/mR_tK1qBAu8r954ZMTHEKSkxrpM8PUtZgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6AWZfMT7xI/YQDZrovsvbI/AAAAAAAADeg/mR_tK1qBAu8r954ZMTHEKSkxrpM8PUtZgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knlZEN6tlYY/YQDZr0c4syI/AAAAAAAADeo/6wt3TmoilC8P8DnMJhPKBNgvl0lwnN7WwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knlZEN6tlYY/YQDZr0c4syI/AAAAAAAADeo/6wt3TmoilC8P8DnMJhPKBNgvl0lwnN7WwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2885.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWEMFdNFiSI/YQDZsPZNyaI/AAAAAAAADek/tzwTT1ozVQE3drwMbdZHIDnwNHqKJVNIwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWEMFdNFiSI/YQDZsPZNyaI/AAAAAAAADek/tzwTT1ozVQE3drwMbdZHIDnwNHqKJVNIwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2886.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dinner was Mexican shredded beef with Spanish rice, dehydrated beans and topped with Fritos. The beef was darn hot but good. [Note: Kevin makes all his own dinners and dehydrates them, so if it's hot, it's his typical cooking]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Wednesday July 21</b> I saw Willy again at the footbridge where I was having breakfast. The last 7 miles coming to Duncannon was a rocky mess. You had to keep your head down to focus on foot placement. Then it got darn steep, too. Supposed to have miles and miles of rocks ahead. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0gYEPyH_QQ/YQDZlIIwICI/AAAAAAAADeY/A7hPQMfpv0Aq3MlAWyGDvA_-zBT5TplDQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0gYEPyH_QQ/YQDZlIIwICI/AAAAAAAADeY/A7hPQMfpv0Aq3MlAWyGDvA_-zBT5TplDQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2868.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QYOiRy3uww/YQDZlBZ7y3I/AAAAAAAADec/Gzl0lFlgBcouO81Xw1OBxEjiRAb5pKtRgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QYOiRy3uww/YQDZlBZ7y3I/AAAAAAAADec/Gzl0lFlgBcouO81Xw1OBxEjiRAb5pKtRgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2869.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKg9VH2kVYg/YQDZlucU0CI/AAAAAAAADec/U0eNZWNntuEJ2KcdzXheH-_KdO0OMCbEwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKg9VH2kVYg/YQDZlucU0CI/AAAAAAAADec/U0eNZWNntuEJ2KcdzXheH-_KdO0OMCbEwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2870.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOx5A9dfT84/YQDZmSLOoeI/AAAAAAAADec/SsYdAkDXEywIQI5JMYMULp5BOrdQmTUjACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOx5A9dfT84/YQDZmSLOoeI/AAAAAAAADec/SsYdAkDXEywIQI5JMYMULp5BOrdQmTUjACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2871.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RV0P5bQLDY/YQDZmykT3WI/AAAAAAAADeQ/nNVbP8_PllApIwXxVP3mvspGYN6MNs1uQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RV0P5bQLDY/YQDZmykT3WI/AAAAAAAADeQ/nNVbP8_PllApIwXxVP3mvspGYN6MNs1uQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_kUtZeiAIM/YQDZnO1b4jI/AAAAAAAADec/-Flc3YrdcosDWYNT6P9e_kDuHNkNEOazQCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_kUtZeiAIM/YQDZnO1b4jI/AAAAAAAADec/-Flc3YrdcosDWYNT6P9e_kDuHNkNEOazQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2873.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At Duncannon, I picked up my resupply box. Went to the hostel, rinsed out my clothes and took a shower--it don't get any better than that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnsbuEs6uac/YQDZsgwUo9I/AAAAAAAADeU/n2LHv8V-Wd8WlzokZJfducgRmTqpi8IrgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnsbuEs6uac/YQDZsgwUo9I/AAAAAAAADeU/n2LHv8V-Wd8WlzokZJfducgRmTqpi8IrgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2887.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8LJpKnhTYw/YQDZtU3-eLI/AAAAAAAADeY/dFifSr0jdLgX5uA-mF9_x8wpiuCfJAKZACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8LJpKnhTYw/YQDZtU3-eLI/AAAAAAAADeY/dFifSr0jdLgX5uA-mF9_x8wpiuCfJAKZACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2888.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeSBQq-caP4/YQDZttKuoOI/AAAAAAAADeU/ovIdyyvulYYf-AkrWF5xRpOQBCdErln0wCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeSBQq-caP4/YQDZttKuoOI/AAAAAAAADeU/ovIdyyvulYYf-AkrWF5xRpOQBCdErln0wCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2889.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEyJkuToFeA/YQDZtmorgII/AAAAAAAADeY/YqaSPZhS8aAf2exGGlAhpYKbWCxCi5McwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEyJkuToFeA/YQDZtmorgII/AAAAAAAADeY/YqaSPZhS8aAf2exGGlAhpYKbWCxCi5McwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2890.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ow06GlJJ30/YQDZuD2tupI/AAAAAAAADec/xaYKt63v1KkxJu_mbnzrWP9lztTFoIC9wCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ow06GlJJ30/YQDZuD2tupI/AAAAAAAADec/xaYKt63v1KkxJu_mbnzrWP9lztTFoIC9wCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2891.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TR74uP8X0c/YQDZuxmvuhI/AAAAAAAADeg/1wOkhuv6JAEKaT44JRVTchQGI73Bua10QCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TR74uP8X0c/YQDZuxmvuhI/AAAAAAAADeg/1wOkhuv6JAEKaT44JRVTchQGI73Bua10QCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2892.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhKWc54_0y0/YQDZvFQfm7I/AAAAAAAADek/WXMkYbKcFfoRKpU6G9bFw2Jt5KA5RyYbgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhKWc54_0y0/YQDZvFQfm7I/AAAAAAAADek/WXMkYbKcFfoRKpU6G9bFw2Jt5KA5RyYbgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2893.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaGwhAPll-0/YQDZvCBbbNI/AAAAAAAADek/8kaKq_7KlpQKMc_rFJMeoGqBgWu0lUazwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaGwhAPll-0/YQDZvCBbbNI/AAAAAAAADek/8kaKq_7KlpQKMc_rFJMeoGqBgWu0lUazwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2894.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GcSVk5v4ROQ/YQDZvmUi52I/AAAAAAAADeo/21JYhpDgzNYWeJLUL7J03DU7jHtr87t5ACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GcSVk5v4ROQ/YQDZvmUi52I/AAAAAAAADeo/21JYhpDgzNYWeJLUL7J03DU7jHtr87t5ACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2895.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I may have lunch and then move up the trail. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">God bless everyone reading this. Kevin "Wayfair" </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></div></div></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-38459739194136257092021-07-27T20:13:00.000-07:002021-07-27T20:13:47.691-07:00Getting to the Trail<p><b> </b> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRBTm0UYWnw/YQCA4vlyo0I/AAAAAAAADYg/Qa92oiB-o00lYqdy7NJlhBxhHApnKNzywCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRBTm0UYWnw/YQCA4vlyo0I/AAAAAAAADYg/Qa92oiB-o00lYqdy7NJlhBxhHApnKNzywCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2833.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewwcDVztx4s/YQCA4QvPcCI/AAAAAAAADYc/lHmZDZuahw4lrIW81QMAxKK6VPQ1GgQZACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewwcDVztx4s/YQCA4QvPcCI/AAAAAAAADYc/lHmZDZuahw4lrIW81QMAxKK6VPQ1GgQZACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2832.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF9cjae-DwA/YQCA4PlvUaI/AAAAAAAADYc/R8_T7nbFC1wDh0bx4d6fTHEEAyddvEn7ACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF9cjae-DwA/YQCA4PlvUaI/AAAAAAAADYc/R8_T7nbFC1wDh0bx4d6fTHEEAyddvEn7ACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2831.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei9DZ5Iun8U/YQCA3te6iTI/AAAAAAAADYY/sN--i1RnXO0p-cY47IN9Dhfvy59EF-qAACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei9DZ5Iun8U/YQCA3te6iTI/AAAAAAAADYY/sN--i1RnXO0p-cY47IN9Dhfvy59EF-qAACPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2830.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlHIGqREgxU/YQCA3GiYAbI/AAAAAAAADYU/VAdBBNWl5cMd17CZUOVdyNlBB_dcAlF1gCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlHIGqREgxU/YQCA3GiYAbI/AAAAAAAADYU/VAdBBNWl5cMd17CZUOVdyNlBB_dcAlF1gCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2829.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgCQdCiAndE/YQCA27R1KsI/AAAAAAAADYQ/fXWfeKIUEMAX-dwf3kh1ErWoL9UlUa3egCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgCQdCiAndE/YQCA27R1KsI/AAAAAAAADYQ/fXWfeKIUEMAX-dwf3kh1ErWoL9UlUa3egCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6m9RvFAhVo/YQCA2w4VAmI/AAAAAAAADYc/0wGxn3LYlZsR_lqoGvUnBVY5onKH26aDgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/IMG_2827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6m9RvFAhVo/YQCA2w4VAmI/AAAAAAAADYc/0wGxn3LYlZsR_lqoGvUnBVY5onKH26aDgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG_2827.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Monday, July 12 </b>Ramada Inn near Spokane Airport</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am both excited and anxious about the hike. Excited about the prospects. Anxious about the distance--it is a long way to Maine when you are walking. Anxious about how this old body will perform. Excited about seeing Lucinda and Brian (my niece and her husband) in Washington DC tomorrow. Sad when Becky and Abby, our dog, drove away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Tuesday July 13</b> Travel Day, Spokane to Seattle, then Seattle to Washington DC. Delay in Seattle due to baggage conveyer problem. A little late getting to DC, but Lucinda is very accommodating and helpful. They have two pets--Charlie, the dog, and Blanche, the cat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Wednesday, July 14 </b> Errands to run: REI to get a fuel cannister, but their lighters cost $30. Grocery store was sold out. Finally got a lighter at a pharmacy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amtrak was a mess. Agents at Union Station could not tell me which gate. Boarding was chaos. The ride itself was relaxing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">[As the scribe for this blog, Kevin has much more faith about my historical knowledge than is warranted--"Can you put a blurb about Harper's Ferry--John Brown, first shots of the Civil War?]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fnbIkmXm78/YQCQDS8HtlI/AAAAAAAADYk/I8O4jW961N0uUa58z5VGEwo8lV5rou5VACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fnbIkmXm78/YQCQDS8HtlI/AAAAAAAADYk/I8O4jW961N0uUa58z5VGEwo8lV5rou5VACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2834.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKv8s_M2rIs/YQCQDmEvDhI/AAAAAAAADYs/874M2zCP1nk2cEdZ_rzfVKINz2QoJMTuACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKv8s_M2rIs/YQCQDmEvDhI/AAAAAAAADYs/874M2zCP1nk2cEdZ_rzfVKINz2QoJMTuACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efNph4wExJ8/YQCQDu8O98I/AAAAAAAADYo/h9WPgyl6Fa00H2NIwXt1cAP9GKmBOInmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efNph4wExJ8/YQCQDu8O98I/AAAAAAAADYo/h9WPgyl6Fa00H2NIwXt1cAP9GKmBOInmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2836.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMxw5hHH6sI/YQCQEgapHuI/AAAAAAAADYw/E1vml--BG4Q-D043mhbGWCbsDxA-KEY2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMxw5hHH6sI/YQCQEgapHuI/AAAAAAAADYw/E1vml--BG4Q-D043mhbGWCbsDxA-KEY2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2837.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMXWdLUOEKk/YQCQEmC-ioI/AAAAAAAADY0/w5_qGiDaAoozStzButl36OfxIGkVkDLAACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMXWdLUOEKk/YQCQEmC-ioI/AAAAAAAADY0/w5_qGiDaAoozStzButl36OfxIGkVkDLAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Appalachian Trail (AT) took me across the Potomac River into Maryland. The walk along the river was a breeze. I got in my first "bonus mile" when I blitzed through a turn. The trail became steep and rocky. While I was hiking mostly in the shade under forest canopy I was sweating profusely--a real sweat hog--shirt and shorts drenched. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Made it to Ed Garvey shelter just before dark. Cookless dinner and slept in the shelter with two other hikers. one upstairs. i was on the verge of leg cramps all night [Becky here, Kevin's leg cramps allow no sleep for anyone--those other hikers would not have appreciated his "silent" suffering.]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Thursday July 15</b> Left camp at 5:45 AM. About four miles up the trail came to Gathland State Park with spigot by the bathroom. No one around, so I stripped, rinsed clothes, took a sponge shower. Felt great. At mile 7, talked with Fried, a hiker who shared the shelter last night. Mistake--got back on the trail going south. Two older guys got me turned around--probably three bonus miles. At Rocky Run Shelter, Fried was sleeping. After a bit the hikers that turned me around showed up. Their names were Michael (Phaedrus) and Al (Wingnut), ages 65 and 61. We hiked together all afternoon, talking about many things. 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Arrived at highway/Wolfsville Road at 10:00 am. Caught a ride into Smitsburg, MD. Laundry, sponge bath--sweet! Met some really nice people</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>David</i>--young man from Georgia. A friend (girl) got sick. He came to help, but she passed. He was helping her family but was going back to Georgia some time. I pray for his grief and for him to find God. </div></blockquote></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: left;"><i>Elizabeth</i>--heard someone ask about my hike. She offered me $10. I assured her I did not need money but asked if she could take me back to the trail--about 1 1/2 miles away. When I got my pack and hiking poles out of her car, I asked her how I could pray for her. She said she had breast cancer. My prayer list grows. </p></div></blockquote><p>I had to get to Boiling Springs, PA, by Monday so I could call in for the Elders' Meeting. To do so I needed to make about 70 miles of footprints. Ten miles on Friday and 20 miles each Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. </p><p>Hiked some of Friday afternoon with "Chicago." Camped at Falls Creek campsite. On track for my meeting. </p><p><b>Saturday July 17</b> About 7 miles up trail I came onto a hiker at Birch Run Shelter. He was about to start his day, so we hiked together, talking and telling stories about our lives. His name is Willy, aged 59 going on 60. He has a problem with church leaders. I told him about our Elder team. He is interested in helping others with a mission trip of some sort. </p><p>At Rocky Run shelter--0.2 miles off trail we saw two Amish couples. Had to go further downhill to get water. I beat feet toward the next shelter, hoping to beat the rain. </p><p>Made it to Quarry Gap shelter at 4:30 pm. Other hikers included red-headed brother and sister, age 21 and 24. At 5:30 the downpour came. Rained hard for several hours, at least 2 inches. 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Treatments were suspended after a week, and he was placed on Hospice care. On a Thursday I was called by Ken Wemp to see if I could help with Gary the next day. Help was not only sitting with Gary, but to physically move him from bed to wheelchair, from wheelchair to recliner, and then to and from the bathroom. Gary had had a seizure and his right side was pretty much non-functional. Gary is a big man and it takes some doing to move him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That first Friday, Ken Wemp, Axel and Debbie Stephen, and I covered the day from 8:00 am to 5:00 pm. After church on Sunday, Debbie asked about covering a night so Dawn (Gary's wife) could have a good sleep. When I checked with Dawn, she countered with afternoons from noon to 5:00 pm. I told Dawn I would see what I could do. So it fell into my lap to be an afternoon helper and to coordinate all afternoon helpers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hospice and a home-health company told Dawn that what we were doing (helping Gary move about in the afternoons) was unprecedented and that it was not sustainable. BUT, with a small dedicated group, we began covering as many afternoon shifts each week as we could. I did not keep records but for more than two months we covered Monday through Friday afternoons from noon to 5:00 pm. Afternoons with Gary and Dawn was incredible--incredibly hard and painful to see Gary and Dawn have to go through this, and to watch Gary deteriorate. There were also incredibly precious times--reading to Gary from his latest preaching Bible, witnessing tender moments between Gary and Dawn, discussions about many topics. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And we were learning that life is not always fair. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From June 24-28, Gary was put in the hospital for five days to give Dawn some respite. I was Monday Charlie, and covered Monday every week and sometimes another shift later in the week. I texted Dawn that Monday to see what time Gary would be moved back home. She had made the most painful and the hardest decision of her life to admit Gary into a 24-hour care facility called Coolidge House. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This news stunned me. I was unnerved by the void in my Monday afternoons. A few days later, while visiting Gary, Dawn asked, "When are you getting on the trail?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe there was an opening for a hike. There ensued several conversations with my wife, Becky. GracePoint Church has decisions to make and I am one of the elders. If I could still be engaged with elder duties, Becky was giving me her support. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had many things to do, fast and furious--getting food for resupply boxes ready, making travel arrangements, and hiring people to take care of the yard, etc. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-65105532366660561102019-10-01T16:25:00.002-07:002019-10-01T16:25:21.155-07:00Faithfully Following the Trail<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmqg0AFOHNs/WWb45UVx2tI/AAAAAAAABsQ/uB7AIraYzngzD4YJ-ofz-hEBanTXGtYyACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_1409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmqg0AFOHNs/WWb45UVx2tI/AAAAAAAABsQ/uB7AIraYzngzD4YJ-ofz-hEBanTXGtYyACPcBGAYYCw/s200/IMG_1409.JPG" width="200" /></a>Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail is an act of faith. For a northbound (NOBO) hiker sometimes the PCT takes you south, east, west, any direction it seems except North. I need to simply follow whatever direction and wherever it takes me. Just stay on the correct trail. Yesterday I was hiking east and knew the trail would turn north soon. When I saw the sign and the trail junction, I just knew the PCT turned north here. I made the turn northward and blew past the sign without even looking. I knew, I was certain. Boy, was I ever wrong. My dumb mistake cost me one and a half bonus miles. Bonus = wrong turn. The PCT is well signed. A five second look would have prevented extra hiking. In this instance, the trail was screaming, "Keep straight." It was so obvious . Between trail junctions, there are more subtle signs (diamond-shaped aluminum plates) that say, "you're on course. Full steam ahead." And the trail provides. Other long-distance hikers on the same trail who can tell you about water and campsites. And locals who can tell you things not in the PCT guidebook. Hiking the PCT is also about due diligence--watching for signs, reading the signs, and gathering information from the other hikers.<br />
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Following Jesus is like hiking the PCT. It is an act of faith and an act of due diligence. We may have a plan, but Jesus has another idea in exactly the opposite direction. We are called to follow Jesus even if He takes us in what seems to us like the wrong direction and doing things not in our plans. He leads, we follow. When I made the wrong turn I used my intuition without looking at the sign. When I do things in my own strength, my own way, it is likely that I say and do the wrong things. And in the process I offend someone else. If I choose a mid-course correction, I say, "I'll not do that again." and move on. On the trail you must backtrack to where you went wrong. When I have offended someone or done them wrong, I need to go back to that person and make it right and seek forgiveness. <br />
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Due diligence as a Christian means time in prayer, reading the Word, worship with other believers. Due diligence also means listening to the Holy Spirit and to the people God places in our lives.<br />
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-16887405108386295882019-09-29T19:34:00.000-07:002019-09-29T19:34:01.756-07:002019 Hike Part 10<b>White Pass to Snoqualmie Pass</b><br />
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<b>Sun 8/04 </b>At home till 1:30 pm. Rode with Harold to White Pass. Harold's wife, Judy, is recovering from three strokes. Life changing for both of them. It was good reconnecting with Harold after a month on the trail. Harold and I go back to January 1981 in Ellensburg. We worked together many years and we have hiked many, many miles together. <br />
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Left White Pass at 4:15 pm. I hiked six miles to Buesch Lake. Darn mosquitoes. Many stagnant ponds which are breeding grounds for the little devils.<br />
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White Pass to Snoqualmie Pass is the flattest PCT section in Washington. I hope to put in good miles and make it to Snoqualmie Pass on Thursday.<br />
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<b>Mon 8/05</b> Buesch Lake PCT mile 2301 to above Sheep Lake which is above Chinook Pass 2326.2 = 25 miles<br />
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It was hot and I pushed fluids and electrolytes as far as I dared. I have almost two quarts to get me through the night and eight miles up the trail to a piped spring. I will need to "camel up" at the spring and pack four liters of water when I leave the spring.<br />
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At 8:30 pm I drank one of the remaining quarts I had and I walked back to Sheep Lake and picked up 1.75 quarts. I had hip flexors and other muscles trying to cramp. Now I can drink as much as I want during the night. Potential disaster averted. The trail ahead has few water sources. I'll need to monitor and manage fluid intake and how much water I carry with me from one source to the next. There are two springs I can "camel up."<br />
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<b>Tues 8/6</b> Above Sheep Lake to small spring PCT mile: 2351.7 =25.7 miles<br />
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Left camp 5:00 am. A lot and I mean a lot of climbing. Three springs, piped spring eight miles from camp, then seven miles to Arch Spring (hard to get water), then ten miles to small spring. About eight people camped here including Bling and Wishful.<br />
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Both knees hurt like the dickens after coming out of the Goat Rocks. Left knee especially troublesome today. If knees don't improve, . . .<br />
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Talked a bit with Bling about <a href="http://santiago-compostela.net/" target="_blank">Camino de Santiago</a>.<br />
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<b>Wed 8/7 </b> Left the small spring campsites just before 5:00 am. The hiking went well until mid-afternoon. Then there was a long, steep downhill which used up my downhill gear. There were one to two nice campsites which I dared not look at. I wanted to put in a few more miles and make it to Stampede Pass. Only four miles to go but now my pack was heavy with four liters of water from a spring that was just below the trail.<br />
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Years ago, when Harold and I hiked this section I remember Stampede Pass had an outhouse and a parking area and several possible campsites. The PCT has been rerouted. No outhouse, no parking area--just a rocky, uninviting area with no true campsite. I looked and looked and finally settled on a sloping spot under a couple of trees. My campsite had a root in a bad spot, but I thought I could work around the root anyway. <br />
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Camp set up and dinner eaten and I was in the tent off my feet. Both knees ached and throbbed for hours. Clouds rolled in and I set up the rainfly at 2:00 am.<br />
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<b>Thur 8/8 </b> I left camp about 5:00 am as usual. After hiking four miles or so, I came onto two hikers, a middle-aged woman whose trail name was Ranger and a VietNamese man called Mr Clean. Mr Clean was in his early 50s, never married, and no children. Our hiking pace was compatible and they were okay with me hiking with them.<br />
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The day was overcast, foggy, and cool. The first fifteen miles went by pretty quickly. The last three miles dragged on and on with one steep, gnarly section after another. <br />
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Around 1:00 pm we finally dropped into the Snoqualmie Pass area. Mr Clean and Ranger went to check in at the Summit Inn. I walked to the Chevron station to get my resupply box. My name was not on the list. I assured the man that my box was there because Becky always has the boxes on time. I called Becky, and yes, indeed, my box arrived on Tuesday. Turns out my box was the only UPS box. All the other boxes were USPS.<br />
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<a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/eb/Rainier_Beer_and_Mount_Rainier_from_Mount_St._Helens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="148" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/eb/Rainier_Beer_and_Mount_Rainier_from_Mount_St._Helens.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://www.facebook.com/aardvarkexpress/" target="_blank">Aardvark Express</a> was the next destination--a food truck with an enclosed courtyard and picnic tables. I asked the hikers what was good. Hikers up and down the trail are talking about the curry. I ordered the curry and the man asked if I had just come from the PCT. I said, "Yes," and he handed me a Rainier Beer. I was stunned as I didn't know that Rainier was still being brewed. We called it "Vitamin R" in the old days due to the big red R on the can.<br />
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The curry came in a tall cardboard box: Parsley and veggies on top. You ate down to the rice and chicken curry. Man, it was good! But I was hungry enough to eat shoe leather.<br />
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Last stop was DruBru--a brew pub where I waited for Becky and two hikers that wanted to buy me a beer. I had camped with them the night before last. <br />
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Becky got there first. I walked Abby a bit, then it was time to go. I was sorry to leave before the two hikers showed up, but I was craving a shower and a bed, and time with Becky and Abby.<br />
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I'll do the math, but I hiked some 740 miles in 33 days (includes one zero and a nero day at home after White Pass). (A nero day is a Near Zero)<br />
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I met some people I'll long remember. The hiking ranged from easy to brutally hard (coming out of Goat Rocks with 80 mph winds). A part of me wanted to continue on to Canada, but my knees said, "No way, Jose." Northern Washington is full of eye candy but it is also steep and hard on the knees. I have no regrets.<br />
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<b>Wed 7/31</b><br />
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Campsite near Trout Lake PCT mile 2226.5 to 2251.2 = 24.7</div>
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Left camp 4:56 am, hiked pretty strong (for me) up the climb. What a gorgeous day!! A lot of sub-alpine zone with sub-alpine fir and lodge pole pine zone a little lower.</div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcrQFYJL2Uk/XXhPU5KUKpI/AAAAAAAAC60/uPpocrzGY0IUvqbhBPmlzxpUiD6OR3WwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcrQFYJL2Uk/XXhPU5KUKpI/AAAAAAAAC60/uPpocrzGY0IUvqbhBPmlzxpUiD6OR3WwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2297.JPG" width="200" /></a>In the Cascades on the PCT you hike toward a major peak like Mt Adams, then you hike away from the same peak. A few days ago, I was at Timberline Lodge near Mt Hood. Now Mt Hood is south of me and getting more distant each time I have a view. Mt St Helens is south but still pretty close. Mt Rainier is north of me, but pretty far away. </div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGXUwiPPH0U/XXhPVyNqYSI/AAAAAAAAC64/s4WbXXmZYPUGIZSE3O9SHzDNdErvtYVLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGXUwiPPH0U/XXhPVyNqYSI/AAAAAAAAC64/s4WbXXmZYPUGIZSE3O9SHzDNdErvtYVLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2298.JPG" width="200" /></a>All of the hikers were basking in the scenery and wildflowers--red and orange Indian Paintbrush, purple lupine, purple and white fleabane.</div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3roHAxn4ixs/XXhPWxLsf9I/AAAAAAAAC68/3G7BPrpKXUAJLBQu6aIz6sT3cyrgYPNRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3roHAxn4ixs/XXhPWxLsf9I/AAAAAAAAC68/3G7BPrpKXUAJLBQu6aIz6sT3cyrgYPNRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2299.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /></a>I'm coming to the Lewis River--rocky, gnarly--looking for a place to cross. Upstream at a log jam are two southbounders who have just crossed the log jam. Coincidence?</div>
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Later in the day when I'm tired, I come to a 4-way trail crossing. Just after taking a necessary break, a woman comes riding a red horse and leading a white. Without my asking, she tells me where all four trails lead. Coincidence? </div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apP4CG9RgD0/XXhPXT9zF6I/AAAAAAAAC7A/XZhraiGYJNQAVcecykfoGogLl89TM_v6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apP4CG9RgD0/XXhPXT9zF6I/AAAAAAAAC7A/XZhraiGYJNQAVcecykfoGogLl89TM_v6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2300.JPG" width="200" /></a>I do not believe in coincidences or luck. There is a trail saying, "The trail will provide." which is partly correct. To me the saying is code for "God provides."</div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BebVVSu74Ds/XXhPXoitKNI/AAAAAAAAC7E/8cSE4e6CvJgbLHggiv4lce8uE93y9SGzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BebVVSu74Ds/XXhPXoitKNI/AAAAAAAAC7E/8cSE4e6CvJgbLHggiv4lce8uE93y9SGzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2301.JPG" width="200" /></a>Camp was a little way off the PCT. After I was all set up, a young woman came to camp. Her name was "Little Skittles." She's from Tacoma and is only the third person I've met who completed the series. Very impressive. </div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzUrEdow-Mw/XXhPYUJHxhI/AAAAAAAAC7I/e0EE8eaj9Joav1Yrvr422Sin4GV7v9VUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzUrEdow-Mw/XXhPYUJHxhI/AAAAAAAAC7I/e0EE8eaj9Joav1Yrvr422Sin4GV7v9VUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2302.JPG" width="200" /></a>I was already in bed when a couple showed up looking to camp. I got up and talked a few minutes. They are from New York City. That was a first for me. </div>
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<b>Thurs 8/1</b> 2251.2 several exposed campsites elevation 7015 ft. -- 2273.8 = 22.6 miles</div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDSx3UKY5vU/XXhPY52cEVI/AAAAAAAAC7M/qKrIEh41vcwM4ik-cXvIYOWn_afnJwfcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDSx3UKY5vU/XXhPY52cEVI/AAAAAAAAC7M/qKrIEh41vcwM4ik-cXvIYOWn_afnJwfcACLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2303.JPG" width="200" /></a>Lots of elevation gain today. The Goat Rocks are incredible--sandwiched between Mt Adams and Mt Rainier. Campsite -- looking south to Mt Adams or looking north to Mt Rainier. Caretaker (Don) is also camping here. Don, formerly from western Washington, lives in Grapevine, Texas. He is an ultra-runner (39-100 miles). Nice guy, strong hiker.</div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySEp7T1pKUs/XXhPZUoQRaI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/XkAZEfnDhcU_p0JM93VxDsrMo-eRakZ7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySEp7T1pKUs/XXhPZUoQRaI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/XkAZEfnDhcU_p0JM93VxDsrMo-eRakZ7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2304.JPG" width="200" /></a>I did not set up the rainfly on the tent so I could see the stars where there is no light pollution. At some point during the night, I could not see the stars, meaning clouds had rolled in. I had to get up and put on the rainfly in spite of the wind. I went to Caretaker's campsite and said, "We may be in for bad weather. We should hike together tomorrow. How does 5:30 work for you?" He agreed.<br />
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We left camp at 5:20 am. We had a choice - old PCT route or the higher stock route. The old PCT has more snow and can be icy early in the day, so we took the stock route.<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hO_8OaMk9NQ/XXhPbH2fdQI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/WnB2ktTxEIUO7qCGK9lmeXTwAO5xUencACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hO_8OaMk9NQ/XXhPbH2fdQI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/WnB2ktTxEIUO7qCGK9lmeXTwAO5xUencACLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2306.JPG" width="200" /></a>The first four miles from is gnarly, rocky, in places very steep. This four mile stretch of trail is slow going with good weather. We didn't have good weather. I'm not joking when I say that we encountered winds of 70-80 mph. You're walking through loose rock and fighting the wind. The hiking was intense (you had to focus on each step, plus you had to fight against the wind). Several times the trail was steep with small loose pebbles. We both slipped several times.<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iq_OUW5mGbE/XXhPdd1w8PI/AAAAAAAAC7g/eUJJzmODM10ymfinkHG9S50gHmrhQGC7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_2308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iq_OUW5mGbE/XXhPdd1w8PI/AAAAAAAAC7g/eUJJzmODM10ymfinkHG9S50gHmrhQGC7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s200/IMG_2308.JPG" width="150" /></a>After topping out at the last climb in this section, I called Becky and asked if she would come and get me. I needed a shower and I needed laundry done in the worst way. And I needed to see Becky and Abby, our dog.<br />
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The Goat Rocks is three for three, I am zero for three. I've been in the Goat Rocks three times now--crummy weather every time. After dropping some elevation, we started getting a light drizzle. Just after we stopped to put on rain jackets, the rain picked up.<br />
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<b>Sat 8/3</b><br />
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A zero day for me. Becky had hired a guy named Brian to cut the lower limbs on our pine trees. I took five pick-up loads to the dump and raked up needles, limbs, and pine cones. I am convinced that I was supposed to be home helping with this project.<br />
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The plan was to hike from White Pass to Snoqualmie Pass and then on to Stevens Pass before August 15th (Becky's and my wedding anniversary).<br />
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-40608866843707778982019-09-05T16:57:00.000-07:002019-09-05T16:57:09.074-07:00OR/WA PCT Part 8<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzm__qwjnG4/XXGd1e-4VnI/AAAAAAAAC3I/L8xveZogj1IMohe1Vpap17sBBew25uUIwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzm__qwjnG4/XXGd1e-4VnI/AAAAAAAAC3I/L8xveZogj1IMohe1Vpap17sBBew25uUIwCLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2265.JPG" width="200" /></a><b>Sat 7/27</b> Last night and this morning early, I had every intention of ending my hike at Cascade Locks. I felt awful. My body was beat up. On my way to take a photo of entering Washington, I thought, "I don't feel too bad. Let's get back on trail."<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9NsvJAzLNU/XXGd1QmYk1I/AAAAAAAAC3M/DFTQtpYq7Wsz7xGcFuiWME7uGgJXRWa2QCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9NsvJAzLNU/XXGd1QmYk1I/AAAAAAAAC3M/DFTQtpYq7Wsz7xGcFuiWME7uGgJXRWa2QCLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2266.JPG" width="200" /></a>I hiked 19 miles from Bridge of the Gods (PCT mile 2144.4) to Rock Creek (PCT mile 2163.6) I camped at Rock Creek with Northbounders, Southbounders, people who flipped past the Sierras. I have no clue how many are camped here, but I'll guess a dozen anyway. I had a sweet campsite away from everyone (both he and the other campers were pleased by this).<br />
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<b>Sun 7/28</b><br />
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The past three years with some 2,500 miles I have almost always been the first on the trail. Not today. Two hikers, Metric Ton, and someone else, came by my tent at 4:15 am. Lazy me didn't hit the trail until 4:56 am.<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebFL9Kr67Oo/XXGd46xu4FI/AAAAAAAAC3c/YFHF8Vjjn_AB7f-t9ekjKDQrxVKcFfeVwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebFL9Kr67Oo/XXGd46xu4FI/AAAAAAAAC3c/YFHF8Vjjn_AB7f-t9ekjKDQrxVKcFfeVwCLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2269.JPG" width="200" /></a>After getting water I started the second big climb. Around 3:00 pm, I arrived as a road crossing, and then a water cache. I wish I had known about the cache as I would have carried less water up the hill. A couple -- Happy Bear and Lupine -- are staying here too. Perhaps others as well. My campsite is tucked away from the cache. At an earlier cache I got an apple. The apple was wonderful, bruises and all.<br />
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Started at Rock Creek PCT mile 2163.6, ended 2184.6 = 21 miles<br />
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<b>Mon 7/29</b><br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVeQDIhn_5c/XXGd5bFNz2I/AAAAAAAAC3g/_qAexW12NBQ6SYFsg8_BLW2oXWIYjq7uwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVeQDIhn_5c/XXGd5bFNz2I/AAAAAAAAC3g/_qAexW12NBQ6SYFsg8_BLW2oXWIYjq7uwCLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2270.JPG" width="200" /></a>Left camp at 4:55 am. First 4.4 miles was finishing the climb I started yesterday afternoon. After the climb the hiking was pretty easy. At mile 2199 I came to a sign for Indian Racetrack. I did not go because years ago, Harold and I did this section, and we went to the racetrack. Just a grassy meadow. No Grandstand, no loudspeaker, no cheering fans. Very quiet and unassuming. In its prime I'm sure the Indian Racetrack was grand and exciting.<br />
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On a hike like this my head and my body are in lock-step--more miles, just one more mile. Today my heart won. Approaching Bear Lake was a young couple debating whether or not to camp at Bear Lake. Time was 2:48 pm--plenty of time to hike 5 or 10 more miles. But my heart said, "We've been pushing. Bear Lake is gorgeous. It would be a shame to push on." I'm camping at Bear Lake. I just won't get to Trout Lake as early tomorrow.<br />
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<u>Southbounders</u><br />
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Southbounders start at the Canadian Border and hike south. In most years there are only a few hearty southbounders. NOT this year. Because snowpack in Sierras and low snowpack in Northern Washington convinced a lot of hikers to go SOBO.<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-t5hYCfWNA/XXGd8YuUVrI/AAAAAAAAC3s/Cld5_lb7jM82CswqvUb5EMsV10WzYwgYgCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-t5hYCfWNA/XXGd8YuUVrI/AAAAAAAAC3s/Cld5_lb7jM82CswqvUb5EMsV10WzYwgYgCLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2273.JPG" width="200" /></a>Southbounders are shooting for 2650 miles. I'm only trying to do 1000 miles. Funny thing--today I crossed 500 trail miles from California border, the southbounders still in Washington are at 400-450 miles. My trip will be much shorter, but I've done more miles. Seems weird.<br />
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Started PCT mile 2184.6 -- ended Bear Lake 2205.7 + 21 miles.<br />
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<u>What is Kevin eating? </u><br />
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Long distance hikes are a calorie-deficit situation. You are burning 5,000 to 8,000 calories. You can't carry enough Trail Food, so you supplement with Town Food when you can.<br />
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<i>What Kevin ate at Cascade Locks</i>:<br />
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<li>At the Ale House--salad, jalapeno hamburger, fries, Lager beer and ice water</li>
<li>At Gourmet Hot Dog and Ice Cream Shop--Reuben dog with sauerkraut, Reuben meat and cheese. Also huckleberry ice cream in a waffle cone. </li>
<li>Saturday morning = Breakfast burrito</li>
<li>At Trout Lake - I understand hikers get very slow service. My resupply is at Trout Lake Grocery, so I'll get food there. </li>
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<li>My body knows it gets fed at 6:30 am</li>
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<li>6:30 Sunrise Energy Bar from Costco--oats and seeds</li>
<li>7:30 Nuts</li>
<li>8:30 Main Breakfast--oats, multigrain muesli or Grape Nuts with raisins, craisins and milk powder (a mix of whole and non-fat mixed) Main breakfast goes in a freezer bag. Add water, stir, and eat</li>
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<li>Mexican--meat dish dehydrated (carne adovado, green chile, red chile) and Spanish rice (I cooked and dehydrated) and dehydrated refried beans (Pinto, of course). Also add a packet of olive oil</li>
<li>Non Mexican--have done roast beef, spaghetti sauce and hamburger, pulled pork, Texas BBQ Brisket, alfredo with ground turkey. To non-Mexican meals, add dehydrated veggies (from Karen's Naturals), pasta (Whole wheat macaroni)</li>
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<u>Pre-Dinners/Lunch</u><br />
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Peanut Butter with Wheat Thins or Wheat Thins with dry Italian Salami and Gouda cheese (encased in wax)<br />
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Left Bear Lake 4:57 am, hiking in a cloud. Good hiking, the miles rolled by pretty fast. There was a 1,000 - 2,000 foot climb that went ok. I was at Forest Road by 1:15 pm or so<br />
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-50937051314800888132019-08-24T17:05:00.000-07:002019-08-24T17:05:17.591-07:00WA/OR PCT Part 7<b>Mon 7-22 Day 17</b><br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_69TKHujeU/XWHMnmgUI3I/AAAAAAAAC0M/6eQCi-ClfIwTAfwC9ClYyRmh9vTi8GJvACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_69TKHujeU/XWHMnmgUI3I/AAAAAAAAC0M/6eQCi-ClfIwTAfwC9ClYyRmh9vTi8GJvACLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2245.JPG" width="200" /></a>Left miserable, dirty camp about 5:15 am. Big climb (about 3000 feet). Russell Creek crossing was a little dicey. No way to cross without getting my feet wet. Oregon PCT may be relatively flat, but dog-gonit, most of the day was slow going with gnarly rocks and tree roots. And in places, big steps to take. Also quite a bit of snow. Jefferson Park is very scenic. At 3:30 pm I finally hit the 20 mile mark. At Ollalie Lake, a Trail Angel was offering to cook a hamburger. I really wanted the hamburger but passed to see if I could pull 25 miles. I did, about 5:45 pm<br />
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I did the math. If I didn't pick up the pace, I would not make Cascade Locks in time on Friday to get my resupply boxes, which also includes new shoes. The lava rock has done a number to the shoes I've been wearing. <br />
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I have encountered the same thing three times now. I'm hiking along when suddenly, I am in the middle of a swarm of butterflies. They are orange, black, and white.<br />
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7/22: PCT mile 2029.5 - Lemiti Creek PCT mile 2054.6 =25 miles Tomorrow I'll pass the 400 mile mark. <br />
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<b>Tues 7/23 Day 18 </b>Lemiti Creek PCT mile 2054.6 to PCT mile 2082.5 = 28 miles.<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rU0Af6lin7E/XWHMpcRnHnI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/4popYKz_KJUQW_SXbzMncF0lYA2oN4lQACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rU0Af6lin7E/XWHMpcRnHnI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/4popYKz_KJUQW_SXbzMncF0lYA2oN4lQACLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2248.JPG" width="200" /></a>A lot of today was easier hiking. Not gnarly, not very steep most of the time. Also today, no unsigned intersections.<br />
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I have grown weary of pushing my body to hike more miles than I am in shape for. I am 14-15 miles from my next resupply (Timberline Lodge) and 62 miles from Cascade Locks, which I must arrive by 4:00 pm Friday. Two days in a row I have missed out on "Trail Magic" so I could push the miles.<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-HQ1N3tkyI/XWHMqPkyNnI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/Ni5hvm0g-Nwi-2DHL0EAwDKtL9glcqqjwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-HQ1N3tkyI/XWHMqPkyNnI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/Ni5hvm0g-Nwi-2DHL0EAwDKtL9glcqqjwCLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2249.JPG" width="200" /></a>Realistically I am in shape for 20-22 miles a day. Nine of the last ten days I've done 25-28 miles. I need to push for the next two days so Friday is easy and getting to Cascade Locks by 4:00 pm is a snap. <br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ooVlbmz_Eo/XWHMp9i_gpI/AAAAAAAAC0U/NA73ilC-LlUaQsT2edkbdIF8rJDsdfCOgCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ooVlbmz_Eo/XWHMp9i_gpI/AAAAAAAAC0U/NA73ilC-LlUaQsT2edkbdIF8rJDsdfCOgCLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2250.JPG" width="200" /></a>My general goal of 1000 miles in 50 days is a no-brainer. That would have put me home by August 25. But when I look at getting home before Garrett comes (he was supposed to have come to Washington to work for a month around August 18) or even in time for our anniversary (August 15)--the miles have to be around 25 daily and no wiggle room. In Cascade Locks, I'll call Becky and give her an alternative plan that looks promising, but has more logistics<br />
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My "Hiker Hunger" is kicking in. I eat a good supper between 6:00 and 7:00 pm, but by 8:00 to 10:00 pm I am digging into my food sack for Fritos or a granola bar. Here's tonight's example:<br />
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Hiking was not bad early. Had a first view of Mt Hood. Then as I got closer to Mt Hood, the hiking was harder -- uphill in loose sand. A hiker going south said "Timberline Lodge is just around the bend." She was correct, but way wrong at the same time. When I saw the Lodge, it was on the other side of a big canyon and it was another mile hiking on the contour of the hill. </div>
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I ate at the lodge--very good, but quite expensive. For that much money, Becky and I both get a meal. </div>
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When I resumed hiking (12:30), it was okay, BUT there are MANY trails, mostly unsigned. Difficult to stay on the PCT. Other PCT hikers had the same issues, but they are using Guthook's app. </div>
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<b>Thurs. 7/25 </b>PCT mile 2106.7 - Indian Spring Campground PCT mile 2125.1 =18.8 miles. </div>
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Hiking went well in the morning and awful in the afternoon. The past three years, I've done 2500 miles. Today is the ONLY time after a break that I went the wrong direction. Hiking along a ridge with almost unvaried tree canopy and underbrush. I came onto "Squeaky" and found I was going south, not north. So not as many miles today as I wanted, but I did get in a few "Bonus Miles." All you can do is grin and bear it. </div>
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Maybe it's the let down after finally arriving but I felt awful. Town food, shower, resupply boxes, laundry were good but I still felt awful. I had full intentions of ending my hike at Cascade Locks. </div>
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I am moving on to Washington. Plan is to take it one section at a time and to be a little more kind and gentle on Kevin. </div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-15556913194631267822019-08-23T19:35:00.002-07:002019-08-23T19:46:55.197-07:00WA/OR PCT part 6 (I think)<b>Fri 7/19 </b><br />
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Heavy dew, so I pack up tent wet two days in a row. Camp at Sisters Mirror Lake was nice but buggy--lots of mosquitoes. Hiked through sub-alpine patches of forest: Alpine Fir and sparse parks (alpine Lapine, Lomatium, sedges) and in the distance--meadows. One hiker called today "Diverse," and it was.<br />
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Entered an "Obsidian Limited Entry"--no camping without special permit. I have been with soil scientists or geologists. There would be "Whoa! Obsidian!" There is so much obsidian in this area, it is ridiculous. Then into lava fields. In places the trail was very steep and gnarly from all the loose rock. Around a corner to the Minnie Scott Spring--ice cold water bubbling from the ground. Wonderful! I loaded up on spring water and passed a couple of lakes. Who wants lake water when they can have spring water? The last 1.2 miles to McKenzie Pass a lava field. Talk about an ankle turner.<br />
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At McKenzie Pass--2 cutie oranges, a banana, an apple, 2 cans of sparkling water from those who stopped at McKenzie Pass outhouse tonight. I will bivvy on north side of outhouse--on a little strip of concrete. There is no way I could hike three more miles north to the next campsite<br />
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Wonderful day! One bummer--I have shin splints in my left leg. Never had shin splints before.<br />
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Most of the first two and a half of hiking was lava fields--gnarly ankle-turning rock. SLOW going at best. I thought it would never end.<br />
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Big Lake Youth Camp was closed. Saturday is their day of worship. They left the hikers' hut open and resupply box was there. Thanks, Becky!<br />
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McKenzie Pass PCT mile 1984 to Big Lake Youth Camp PCT mile 2004 + two miles to and from Big Lake = 22 miles. Highly disappointing<br />
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The hike from Big Lake Youth Camp was hot and dry. Yesterday I left Three Sisters Wilderness and today I entered the Jefferson Wilderness.<br />
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I'm north of the lava fields. But whoever says Oregon PCT is flat can do what I did today: PCT mile 2004 to PCT mile 2029.5 = 25.5 miles. This section of trail was gnarly, rocky, and slow going. Good news! I did 25+ miles. Bad news: I had nothing left in the tank.<br />
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Cascade Locks post office is closed on Saturday and Sunday. If I can do 25 miles, I can probably make it in time on Friday. If I miss 5:00 pm Friday I will have to get my resupply box on Monday. Food I can substitute, but the box at Cascade Locks is especially important as I am getting new shoes.<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-14090174639680486772019-08-19T16:59:00.002-07:002019-08-19T16:59:32.176-07:00Oregon->Washington PCT part 5<b>Tues July 16 </b>PCT mile 1884-1907 + 3 miles to and from Shelter Cove + 1/3 mile = 26+ miles.<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncvvWQCh9nk/XVs2bof7kAI/AAAAAAAACvY/e75VtiK0klQUZDDtGxwU8tJoDAeNLDPOQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_2207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncvvWQCh9nk/XVs2bof7kAI/AAAAAAAACvY/e75VtiK0klQUZDDtGxwU8tJoDAeNLDPOQCLcBGAs/s200/IMG_2207.JPG" width="200" /></a>Shower and laundry at Shelter Cove. Also charged phone. Tim made it to Shelter Cove about 1 1/2 hours after I did. He is spending the night there. I got back on trail and up it maybe 1/3 of a mile to a campsite that overlooks the lake.<br />
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Note to readers: When I am hiking I can think of many things to write about, but at the end of the day when I am tired it's a different story. Today (7/17) was no exception.<br />
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<b>Wed 7/17 Day 12 mile 1907 near Shelter Cove -> 1933 = 26 miles</b><br />
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<u>How's the Body Holding Up</u><br />
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<li>Back--mostly great (Thanks, Dr Bedford). It does get tired carrying a pack most of the day with very few breaks. </li>
<li>Knees--okay during the day. They ache at night, but by morning are ready to go. </li>
<li>Feet--two blisters showed up today. Left foot on outside of heel below the ankle, Right big toe in a spot I cannot see. </li>
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(Note: as of 7/22 six of the last seven days have been 25-26 mile days. </div>
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At an estimated average of 2500 steps per mile, a lot of steps are taken on a 20-25 mile day. Turns out I am camped near a young woman. Her name escapes me. Yesterday she twisted her ankle on a tree root and fell. Today was a zero-day (no hiking) for her. She has been going NOBO, but will head south tomorrow.</div>
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<li>Rocker--shifts front to back or side to side when you step on it. You can lose your balance, stumble, or even fall</li>
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<li>Slippers--or slip or what? Whatever is underneath, your foot slips--</li>
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<b>Thurs July 18</b> Hiked from Brahana Lake (PCT mile 1933) to Sisters Mirror Lake (PCT mile 1959) = 26 miles</div>
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She gave me her name (very difficult). Her son her initials are JC. I can do that. This was not a coincidence. Once again God has blessed me beyond belief. I am completely blown away. From a different continent, from a different culture, from a different language, but somehow we made a connection</div>
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At Rim Village I had 18 miles. I moved on another four miles mostly by road as I have done the lower Rim Trail. I quit at another overlook of Crater Lake. Pretty soon I was talking with Bill and Wendy from Houston, TX. The card he gave me has a photo of his plane. Sweet looking plane. </div>
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<b>July 14--Day 9</b> 22 miles Camp 1808.9--1820.9 Road 2-3 miles to and from Mazama Village==4 miles north of Rim Village </div>
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I have been playing leap-frog with a hiker named Tim, much younger than I am, like most of the hikers. Tim is just doing Oregon on the PCT.</div>
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I spent the night in an outhouse. The wind was howling and I was petrified of something blowing into Crater Lake. Hard to sleep because of the wind. </div>
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<b>July 15. </b>Started hiking before 5:00 am. More snow patches but going fine. On a big snow patch, I lost the PCT. Still dark. Set my hiking poles as a reference bearing. I finally used the phone app Halfmile to find the PCT. The trail switched directions under the snow. I passed the high point of PCT for Washington and Oregon, then I lost trail again on snow. Once again, the trail switched directions underneath the snow. </div>
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At Windigo Pass, a hiker showed up. Not your average hiker--VERY grungy, yellow shirt similar to the one Garrett had. His trail name was Thirteen. He did the Appalachian Trail last year in 13 weeks. He is currently doing 40+ mile days. </div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-87225532456410873082019-08-12T18:50:00.001-07:002019-08-12T18:50:14.963-07:00PCT Oregon to Washington Part 3<b>Two Canadian Women</b><br />
On Monday I came upon two women from Canada: Happy Feet (trail name), age 61, from just outside Manning Provential Park; and Gravity, much younger (30 perhaps) from Victoria, BC.<br />
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It's looking like I'll be ahead of them now (they are doing smaller mileages in part due to the ankle). I offered to Trail Angel for them in Washington. <br />
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Between Callahans were two coolers with pop. I had one each direction. I also had a Sprite at the truck stop in Ellensburg. In short order, I have had my yearly quota of pop. <br />
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When I was cooking and dehydrating dinners, I found spaghetti sauce and Alfredo sauce in the pantry. I added the Alfredo sauce to some cooked hamburger meat and dried it. I added dehydrated veggies and whole wheat elbow macaroni. The Alfredo was ok, but not as flavorful as I was hoping. After hiking 21 miles, I ate the whole dinner.<br />
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Last night I had red chile stew with Spanish rice and dehydrated refried beans. Oh my! Better than any Mexican restaurant I've eaten in both Washington and Oregon. And by a long shot.<br />
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Maybe it's how tired I am physically, but I am having extremely intense dreams. A dream wakes me up and then I have a hard time going back to sleep.<br />
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<b>Tues 7/9 1728 to Forest Service Gravel Road at 1746 21 miles</b><br />
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A light drizzle started around 2:00 pm. By 3:00 pm I was pooped. No campsite behind or ahead of me, so my tent was pitched in the middle of the gravel road.<br />
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About six miles ahead, I have a 2000 foot vertical climb, then easier going the rest of the way to Fish Lake.<br />
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Due to a combination of I felt better and the trail was mostly easy, I had twenty-two miles in by 3:00 pm. Plenty of time to do 25 or 30 miles. I was thinking two more miles today, but it will be on the side of a hill with no campsites. (This turned out to be correct.)<br />
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I saw two deer and a blue or ruffled grouse today. <br />
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Earlier in this blog I wrote about my son giving me three goals:</blockquote>
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<li>Goal 1: Just get on the trail and get started. Realized on 7/06</li>
<li>Goal 2: If you have to crawl, hit the 100 mile mark. Realized 7/10 with 100 miles done. </li>
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For Goal 2, it says "if you have to crawl,. . ." Day 1, I think I could have crawled faster than I was hiking. <br />
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Days 1-3--no uphill gear and I was SLOW. And so I tended to hike with no water to drink nor food to eat. Tuesday, July 9 and especially, July 10, my pace has been faster. So I eat and drink more frequently. In part maybe because I feel better, but the trail is flat for big stretches. <br />
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Today I hiked about a mile through a lava field. There will be MILES of lava fields to come. Black rocks are basalt. Red are cinder cones. <br />
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This afternoon I caught up with a hiker named Brian. I'm guessing he's in his mid-thirties. He started on Saturday, same day as I did. He didn't hike to California border though. Recently the company he worked for folded. So he came out west to hike the PCT. About an Hour after I set up camp, Brian showed up looking very bushed. I went over to his camp to suggest that we have dinner together and share stories. Brian was already in bed. Time: 5:15 pm. At 6:40 pm, Brian popped out of his tent. Turns out he's from New Jersey, but has lived in California and other places for work. <br />
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From 6:30 am when I left the PCT for Fish Lake until 11:00 am, I was off the PCT for 4.5 hours. I had seven miles in by 7:00 am. In the afternoon, I hiked another 14 miles. <br />
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I'm sitting on the deck just above the lake. I just talked with Becky. It was good hearing her voice.<br />
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Next stop for this caravan is Mazama Village in Crater Lake National Park.<br />
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<b>Fri 7/12</b> Yesterday it was basalt or lava fields. Today it was slate rocks, since I hiked Slate Peak.<br />
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Yesterday I came onto a hiker in a head net. I thought the mosquito population was supposed to be quite low. But by evening the mosquitoes were much worse. This morning I rushed breaking camp. I hoped I could walk away from the problem. I couldn't and an hour later, I stopped to take drastic measures. The rascals were veracious and persistent especially with the back of my neck and into my hair. I finally hit my high bar. I itched EVERYWHERE. I put on the head net and Deet over any exposed skin. I hate using Deet, and I hate the head net. But I was being eaten alive.<br />
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The hiking today was interesting, but it was also hard. First, there was a lot of blow-down (trees and snags--dead trees--blown across the trail.) With blow-down, you are stepping over, going around, or swinging under. Blow-down slows you down. Second was the rock. Some parts of the trail are a jumbled mess of rock. You need to be careful with every step. Third, and much less of a problem but it exacerbated the situation, were uphill sections of trail. <br />
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This was "set up" day here. I hiked to position myself for going to Mazama. I am only twelve miles away. <br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-58808625757897012202019-08-07T15:17:00.001-07:002019-08-12T14:01:45.404-07:00PCT Oregon to Washington part 2Sunday 7/7 Started PCT mile 1699.54 - to California border and back - 1691.4 =7.8 miles times 2 = 15.6 miles. Then 1699.54 to 1703.6<br />
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Some patches of snow at 6800 to 7000 feet on North and Northeast aspects.<br />
6000 feet of elevation and below - mostly Douglas Fir. 6000 to 7000 feet mix of true fir forest and open park<br />
Parks can be bear grass or shrub-forb-grass. Parks have balsamroot, lupine, buckwheat, needlegrass, sedges<br />
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Monday 7/8 Saturday got to start at 9:00 am<br />
Sunday left camp at 5:06 am<br />
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<li>Left camp at 4:23. Made it to Callahans about 9:15. Hiked to PCT mile 1725</li>
<li>Shower and laundry and I feel like a million bucks</li>
<li>Left Callahans at 11:45 am</li>
<li>The PCT does the unexpected. Now that I am going NOBO (north bound), the trail took me south, then east and finally north. That's just what trails do</li>
<li>I put in 30 minutes extra (up to 1 1/2 miles extra today. Coming onto Pilot Rock trail was a sign. I didn't look at the sign, I just assumed this was where the trail turned North. WRONG! Bucko!! I know you were almost at the twenty mile mark. For goodness, gracious sakes alive, spend five seconds looking at the sign and save yourself a big frustration. Today I laughed. Another day . . . </li>
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<li>Yesterday I saw two solo hikers--young women and quite pretty in both instances. The first solo gal asked the best way to get to Ashland. We talked a few minutes, then parted in opposite directions. She was wearing tights and very easy on the eyes. I wanted to turn back for one more look, but I didn't out of respect for her and for Becky. Later, I thought these two gals would need to spend two minutes at the max trying to get a ride into town. And then I wondered why there weren't two to three guys hiking with those gals?</li>
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Nights I sleep okay for a few hours, then I wake up with my right hip aching and throbbing. It takes awhile to find the right position so I can sleep again. I have Ibuprofen, but I won't use it until I get desperate. I know of hikers who use it every day and every night. I refuse to do so because when I really need pain control, I want to have it work. I had a grandmother who got hooked on medicine and I really want to stay off that road.<br />
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<b>Three Goals</b><br />
About a week before starting my PCT hike here at the Mexican border, my son, Garrett, called. He was in panic mode. He had been reading hikers' blogs and a lot of hikers were concerned about snow in the Sierras and so quit their hikes before it even started. Garrett said, "I've got three goals for you, Dad."<br />
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Condolences to the Billingsley Family. I saw in a text from Becky that Dave Billingsley died. Dave was a rancher in the Palisades. He was strong in his faith and was a nice man. I am sorry I was not able to attend the service. </div>
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In towns you can find yourself forever walking to the laundromat, the grocery store, a restaurant, camp, a hostel or motel. And the clock is ticking away, eating up time. I absolutely prefer self-contained units where everything is in one place. You can get everything done and get back on the trail the same day. The analogy is in car racing--carefully organized pit stop, or Bubba and the boys. </div>
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-78183022322969484562019-07-28T18:15:00.000-07:002019-07-30T16:33:12.565-07:00Oregon/Washington PCT Hike 2019 Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two years ago, I wanted my hike to be more than a hike. I told Becky to find some charity about kids and cancer. Becky has had carcinoid in her liver for more than fifteen years. Becky found <a href="https://campkorey.org/" target="_blank">Camp Kore</a>y, whose mission is to bring in children with fragile health, or disabilities. The conditions can include cancer but it is not solely for children with cancer. These kids have more limitations, more struggles than we can imagine. Severely limited in what they can do because they are in and out of hospitals, doctors appointments, treatments, etc.<br />
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At no charge to the families, Camp Korey brings in children for a week to allow them to be kids. They ride horses, have food fights (instigated by the camp), sing around the campfire, and do things healthy children take for granted. And . . . they get to meet other children who have the same condition they have. This is a life-transforming event.<br />
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You have contributed in the past. Quilts have been made for the camp, monetary donations have been given. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Please consider helping <a href="https://campkorey.org/" target="_blank">Camp Korey</a> again.<br />
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<li>Hitch a ride to Exit 6 off I-5.</li>
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<li>Last night, not much sleep on overnight bus ride</li>
<li>three days ago, Becky said I looked bad</li>
<li>For several days before leaving, it seemed I was hungry all the time</li>
<li>too much training on flat ground?</li>
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I miss Becky, Abby, and having a shower. Oh well, buck up, Cowboy.<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-76217331978867183822019-07-10T20:12:00.001-07:002019-07-10T20:12:29.904-07:00Gear for the Trail June 2019The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. Kevin has done the first step for this year's journey, but I thought that you'd like to see what he's taking with him.<br />
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">I
am using my <a href="https://www.ula-equipment.com/product/catalyst/" target="_blank">ULA</a> pack again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I call it
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also have a new <a href="https://www.hyperlitemountaingear.com/collections/packs" target="_blank">Hyperlite Mountain Gear</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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trail I need to spend some serious time trying to make this pack work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pack cover not needed; it is waterproof until
it is no longer waterproof. <i>Becky's annotation--The Hyperlite is made of cuben fiber which is lighter weight than ripstop nylon.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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cloth – a piece of <a href="https://www.dupont.com/brands/tyvek.html" target="_blank">Tyvek</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some Tyvek is
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Electrolyte
powder (<a href="https://www.skratchlabs.com/" target="_blank">Skratch</a> or Gatorade)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Possibly
some electrolyte pills or salt<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Communication<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Cell
phone and charger<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Paper
and pens for blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Send home to Becky w/
pre-addressed and stamped envelope<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">SD
card for photos also send home<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Sanitation<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">TP
and hand sanitizer<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Sliver
of soap, bandanna, small pack towel<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Sun
protection<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Long
sleeved shirt w/ collar<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Cap
with bandanna covering neck<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Sunglasses<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Sunscreen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stop using after awhile<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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System<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</a></span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://www.msrgear.com/pocketrocket-2" target="_blank">MSRPocket Rocket</a> stove <i>in the picture on the website, the stove is the part on top of the fuel canister</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Fuel canister (stove screws onto canister)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Titanium
pot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Note: I do NOT cook in the pot; I
just heat up the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Food I cook goes
into a freezer bag<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Lighter<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Spoon
from the kitchen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Cozy
that Becky made.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keeps the food hot
longer<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Hiking
shorts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shorts MUST have two zippered
pockets <i>Much of his clothing was acquired from thrift stores. They are a wonderful thing, thrift stores. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Long
sleeved shirt with collar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Taking Ex
Officio shirt w/ insect repellent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
favorite is a Dakota Grizzly nylon<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Nasty
ball cap that has well over 3,000 miles<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://darntough.com/" target="_blank">DarnTough</a> wool socks – thin and light for summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I take 2-3 pairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With lifetime
guarantee why would you use any other sock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Also wool is not as stinky<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Trail
hiking or trail running shoes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Extra
clothes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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jacket & pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, VERY light
gloves when mosquitoes are swarming<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sleep in at night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Helps keep quilt clean<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and personal items<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Black
Diamond hiking poles for balance when the trail has loose rock, crossing
streams, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, to help save knees
on downhill<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://www.leatherman.com/squirt-ps4-22.html" target="_blank">Leatherman</a>
TINY knife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Multi-tool<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Toenail
clippers, scissors, tweezers (probably overkill as Leatherman has the last 3
features)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Supplements
– vitamin C&E, glucosamine, Omega XL or fish oil<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Paper
and pens to do the math – how many miles must I do to get to XYZ re-supply before
post office closes on Friday<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">On
one sheet some scripture<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">NO
Walkman so no tunes, NO solar charger or battery pack so phone is off 98% of
the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A lot of hikers have phone on
24-7 as it has phone app, tunes, etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Canon
Powershot camera<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Toothbrush
and toothpaste<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Medical
items in a freezer bag<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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medical tape, duct tape and some vet wrap<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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last resort<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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misstep from disaster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are MANY
trippers, rockers and rollers that will put you down in a heartbeat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You WILL have some missteps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’d better be prepared walk 30 miles or
more if you get hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is no other
option when you hike solo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ll have a
great story!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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all until I remember something else. Kevin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;"><i>A lot of the gear can be purchased from REI.com. I put links on a few of the items so that you'd get an idea of what he's carrying. </i></span></div>
<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-70374956300622710272019-07-01T13:52:00.000-07:002019-07-01T14:14:32.946-07:00Getting Back on the Trail <br />
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be leaving Friday July 5<sup>th</sup> to get back on trail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Originally, I had something else in mind and
then I changed locations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But then in
May I found out that the Natural Resources Conservation Service was wanting me
to do more work than I had expected and to be done by the end of September.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ever resilient, I settled into yet another
plan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I am
going back to southern Oregon to hike to California border and northbound to
the Canadian border following once again the Pacific Crest Trail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know, I know, I have hiked all of the PCT.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why the PCT again?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is something about the PCT and the
trail culture that I just love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Truth is
I could hike the PCT every year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last year
my son Garrett hiked all of the PCT, all of the Continental Divide Trail and
all of the Appalachian Trail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Garrett
says the by far the PCT is the best of the three.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">My
general plan is to hike 1,000 miles in 50 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Timing is everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The weather
has been very nice lately but by weekend the temperature will be in the 90s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Go figure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">It’s
Not Just About Me<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Though
I go alone this hike is not just about me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Here’s who I’ll be hiking for (and praying for):<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I
hike for my wonderful wife Becky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
makes sure my re-supply packages arrive on time and she types my blog from my
scribbled notes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Becky has carcinoid
cancer, high blood pressure and diabetes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I hike for all those with cancer, blood pressure or diabetes issues<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I
hike for those who have lost a loved one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">a.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Carlos Lopez recently lost his wife
Angela.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had cardio-pulmonary
problems<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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breast cancer last year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Will is
instrumental with the Okanogan Community Homeless Shelter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said that they need prayer, donations and
volunteers<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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son Alex to a diabetic coma two years ago<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I
hike for Camp Korey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This camp provides
amazing experiences to medically fragile children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I am also hoping to raise money for the camp. They provide the camp experiences for free to the campers and depend on donations to keep the camp running. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Judy
Crose recently had three strokes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
been a long struggle for Judy to regain mobility and speech function that we
all take for granted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her husband Harold
is the main care giver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hike for
stroke victims and care givers of all medical situations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I
hike for various ministries at GracePoint Church – all youth programs,
Stephen’s Ministry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stephen’s ministers
walk alongside people who are sick, lost their job, lost a loved one, are
depressed, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life Groups are
critically important.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Elders and Deacons
minister to the congregation and need wisdom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">For
40 years I worked for the Natural Resources Conservation Service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our partners include ranchers, farmers,
conservation districts, state and other federal resource agencies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hike for the land stewards and those who
work with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I
belong to the Ephrata Athletic Club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Mike Scellick recently had a hip replacement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hike for Mike and anyone else with knee or
hip replacements.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">8. There are so many others I hike for that are too numerous to list. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">So, until the next time, see you on the trail. </span></div>
<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-42632806060308608152018-08-21T15:56:00.001-07:002018-08-21T15:56:05.006-07:00More on the End of the TrailSat 8/4 (contd.)<br />
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<li>Pain in my back is pretty sharp when I stand up after dinner, get in the tent, put on / take off the pack, bending over, etc. can be painful</li>
<li>Once I am hiking the back rarely barks at me. When I stop to talk to another hiker, the first step or two hurt</li>
<li>I keep Ibuprofen in my pocket. I haven't taken any yet but it is close just in case</li>
<li>It is 215 miles or another 10 days to Cascade Locks. I am trying not think of the distance but just keep putting in the miles each day</li>
<li>I have two different bail-out options in mind</li>
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Sun 8/5<br />
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<li>Hiked from Stormy Lake mile 1932.8 to Sisters Mirror Lake 1956.5 = 23.7 miles</li>
<li>I med a SOBO (Southbound) who met Garrett. His name is Soul_______(I only remember 1st half of his name). He said Pathfinder was doing BIG miles but stopped to talk. And that he got sick at Hyatt Lake, and went on to say what a nice guy he is. </li>
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<li>Many hikers try to do 10 miles by 10:00 am. I've done 10 x 10 several times because the hiking is fairly easy. I had 11 miles by 10:00 am today</li>
<li>Garrett via Becky gave me a third bail out option depending on how my back is doing. </li>
<li>Realistically, I am in shape for 15 miles, and perhaps 18 miles. Because my timeline here is tight, the plan calls for a cool 20 miles each day. I've been doing 22-24 miles--two reasons: 1. To keep me on schedule: to buy the possibility of an easy day should I need one. Doing 20-24 miles has a drawback--at the end of the day, I am totally spent. I set up tent, get water, cook dinner, and eat. Then I just want to lie down and do nothing. My energy for the blog or anything else is gone. I hurt all over. I don't want to tend to my feet. I just want to lie down and let sleep overwhelm me. </li>
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Mon 8/6 - Tying in my Steps & Completing the Pacific Crest Trail</div>
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<li>Hiked from Mirror Lake mile 1956.5 to McKenzie Pass mile 1981.3 + 1/2 mile to and from Lava Camp Lake each way = 24.8 + 1 = 25.8</li>
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For 25 years or so I've talked about hiking the PCT. Starting in 2000, Harold and I began hiking Washington and northern Oregon PCT in sections. In 2016 I completed the last 35 miles of Washington. Last year I hiked 1700 miles of the PCT from the Mexican border to Ashland, OR. Fires and closed trail ended my hike some 300 miles short of McKenzie Pass.</div>
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"Maybe, just maybe today will be the day," I'm thinking. It would take a big day but I was hopeful. </div>
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A few miles into the day I could see Rock Mesa (a lava field). The map indicated that I needed to cross several lava fields. The map was spot on. Lava fields are nothing but a pile of rock. With each step the lava rock moved, shifted, rolled. Each step took concentration and a prediction of what would happen to the rocks when I stepped on them. I had to be deliberate and use my hiking poles to maintain balance.</div>
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I had some great views of two of the Three Sisters (volcanic mtns.)</div>
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In the afternoon I came to Sister Spring. You could see where the water bubbled up and watch small gravels move. The water was wonderful. Three other hikers were there and had no problem sharing the water. I told them what was in store for me at McKenzie Pass. A young woman looked up from her phone, "That's only 10 miles from here. You'll make it today."</div>
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A few miles later I entered the restricted Obsidian Area. A special permit was required to camp there. In the next two miles I saw more obsidian rock than I thought possible. This would have been a sacred area for the Native Americans. I imagined obsidian rock from Oregon making its way across the continent one trade at a time.</div>
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The McKenzie Pass area is a lave field and there is no water. So, 1 1/2 miles from McKenzie Pass, I turned onto Lava Camp Lake Trail and headed for the lake. Tonight was to be another "dry camp" and I needed more water to get me through the night and for next morning's hike.</div>
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Back on the PCT I entered my last lava field of the day. One thing about it, the PCT doesn't believe in "easy". The last mile and a half was a gnarly, jumbled mess of lava rock. Finally, I hit the pavement. I walked across the road and found where the trail continued northbound. Hiking on lava can be much like walking on marbles.</div>
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About 300 yards up the pavement and I made it to McKenzie Pass. It was just before 5 pm. The hikers I met at Sisters Spring asked, "how does it feel? You just finished the PCT." </div>
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I was satisfied. Looking north I knew there was an unbroken line of footprints leading some 650 miles to Canada. Some of the steps had been taken 18 years earlier. Looking south there was an unbroken line of footprints, almost 2000 miles of them, leading to Mexico. </div>
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Fours years ago I had a complete rupture of the quadriceps tendon in my left leg. The surgeon said hiking the PCT would be "iffy". Well, "iffy" and I did 2000 miles the last two years. My hike of the PCT was now complete and I was very satisfied.</div>
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The other hikers had told Tony about me. When he came down from the observatory, Tony asked, "where's the guy who just finished the PCT?" The hikers points to your truly. Tony said follow me. There was a Tecate Beer, chips, blueberries and gorp. Any beverage you do not have to carry, treat or filter is wonderful.</div>
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I could have gone to Bend with Tony right then but I wanted to spend the night at McKenzie Pass. I also had a decision to make. Continue hiking northbound or get off the trail.</div>
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After Tony takes the other hikers to Bend, I am filtering water behind the toilet (the only shade at McKenzie Pass). A guy comes up and talks. He get real excited about what I've done and says he'll cook a hamburger for me. His name is Gup, a mountain biker. When I get to where burgers are cooking, Gup has a third guy with him named Sam. We're talking when out of the blue, Sam asks me, "How certain are you about going to heaven?"</div>
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I said, "100% certain. Do you want to know what I believe?" They said, "yes," so I recited the <a href="https://www.thoughtco.com/the-apostles-creed-p2-700364" target="_blank">Apostles Creed</a>. I think they were flabbergasted. I told them about hiking for the kids at Camp Korey. Sam gave me $40 for the Camp. Now, I was flabbergasted.</div>
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WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY!! I completed the last steps of the PCT. There was free food and drink. I was asked what I believe and I was given money for Camp Korey.</div>
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My choices for the night -- pavement, lava rock, or the concrete pad behind the toilet. I slept on the concrete pad.<br />
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Tues 8/7</div>
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<li>This morning when I started, I'm thinking, "I don't remember this."</li>
<li>It took awhile to remember that years earlier we started at a trailhead that was west of McKenzie Pass. Officially, I completed the PCT this morning (8/7) .</li>
<li>Made it to Big Lake Youth Camp. I spent the last 4 miles to the camp walking behind a gal--McGuyver. She seems pretty resourceful</li>
<li>Big Lake Youth Camp is Seventh Day Adventist, and really set up nicely for PCT hikers.The A-framed hut has refrigerator stocked with pasta dishes. Just you know, there was not one bite of the pasta dishes by the time I left. The middle room is where you picked up your re-supply box and did laundry. At the very back were two bathrooms with showers. At 1 pm they served a nice lunch of burritos. I loved the fresh veggies.</li>
<li>Unless my back is bad overnight, I intend to push on another 100 miles to Timberline Lodge--5 more trail days. It is easy to catch a bus to Portland from Timberline. </li>
<li>Hiked from McKenzie Pass 1981.5 to Santiam Pass Trailhead 1998, plus one mile each way to Big Lake Youth Camp each way. 19 miles total</li>
<li>I specifically went to the trailhead because of picnic tables - a pace to sit. I cowboy camped (no tent) next to a picnic table which was near the toilet.</li>
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Wed 8/8 Day 14</div>
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<li>Last night my back really growled at me. It was very sore and stiff. Looks like I'm going home. I am bummed about not making it to Timberline Lodge or to Cascade Locks to finish Oregon.</li>
<li>I did hike north another 1 1/5 miles to take a photo of the 2000-mile mark. Now I can say I hiked 2000 mile the last two years</li>
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The Hitch to Bend</div>
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<li>Santiam Pass is on Hwy. 20 and gets much more traffic than at McKenzie Pass</li>
<li>It took half an hour to get a ride. Car after car did not stop. I kept saying, "it only takes one"</li>
<li>Jim was the one who stopped. Jim makes carbon-fiber bicycles, each for big dollars Jim is very active - mountain bikes, road bikes, hikes, climbs. He was the perfect ride for me. I wish I had gotten his contact information</li>
<li>Jim took me to Bend and dropped me off about 8:30 am where the Central Oregon Breeze bus departs for Portland, right next to Burger King</li>
<li>Turns out the bus for the day left at 7 am. So, I caught the local bus to the bus station. Had to wait until noon for the ticket agent</li>
<li>Met a young woman hiker from Australia. Her trail name - Bean Dip. She is a really nice girl. She said the hostel was pretty cheap</li>
<li>At noon the ticket agent told me that the next bus for Portland would not get there until 10:30 pm. Much too late for an early riser like me</li>
<li>I called the Central Oregon Breeze and reserved a seat for 7 am the next morning</li>
<li>By now it is almost 1:00 pm, I am getting desperately hungry and desperately want a motel room near where I catch the bus in the morning. Becky is working with me and giving suggestions. She found motels near the bus station and near Burger King (where I would catch the bus next morning)</li>
<li>Have you ever seen the Snickers commercials where very hungry people turn into a bear? That was me! My hiker hunger had kicked in. I could not make sense of how to get back to Burger King and whether there was a motel nearby.</li>
<li>The third time I asked the ticket agent about getting back to Burger King he said, "You need bus #4. You catch it on this side of the street"</li>
<li>I was out the door in a flash. I verified I was on the correct bus feeling happy.</li>
<li>A male hiker was on the bus. He just had a haircut and shave. He showed me before and after photos.</li>
<li>I got off the bus at my stop. Across the street was Burger King. I turned around I saw a motel, one of Becky's suggestion - Sugarloaf Mountain Motel</li>
<li>I had a sinking spell when the clerk told me how much the room was going to cost. Convenience won out, I checked in. From there it would be a snap to make it to the bus stop by 6:45 am</li>
<li>The clerk told me that Applebees was down the street. It was just after 2 PM and I almost skipped down the street. After lime chicken, a salad, a dark porter and lots of ice water, Kevin (Wayfair) had returned and the bear was gone.</li>
<li>I had had a shower at the youth camp and only hiked 9 miles afterward. I COULD NOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH DIRT CAME OFF THIS OLD HIKER!!</li>
<li>Showered, well fed, hiking shirt hand washed and set outside to dry, bus ticket secured. I was set!</li>
<li>At the airport the next morning I would need to purchase a ticket to Spokane</li>
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Thurs. 8/9<br />
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<li>This would have been Mom's birthday</li>
<li>Bus ride to Portland airport was easy as pie. Getting a ticket to Spokane was....frustrating. To Mom's credit I did not blow a gasket</li>
<li>Alaska Airlines has routes to Spokane</li>
<li>It took some asking but I made it to the correct line. The line crawled slowly but I made it to the front of the line. When it was my turn the agent handed me a paper that had their reservations phone number. Maybe I should have cried "party foul" or "I'm going to another airline"</li>
<li>I dialed the number and received, not a person, but a "voice". Voice said to say things like "reservations". Seems like every time I wanted to speak, the "voice" interrupted. After 3 tries I am darn near screaming "reservations" into my cell phone</li>
<li>I finally get a real person and reservation made</li>
<li>Now to check in via the kiosk. I just made the reservation, but reservation line and kiosk were not on speaking turns. </li>
<li>Same with 2nd kiosk</li>
<li>At the 3rd kiosk a very nice, middle aged Alaska clerk came to my aid. I think she knows the look of frustration. </li>
<li>We had to go to a 4th kiosk to get checked in. I think it took time before computer and kiosk apologized and got back on speaking terms </li>
<li>She took me to the correct line and went to get a heavy-duty plastic bag for my pack</li>
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<li>Flight to Spokane was uneventful. On the drive home we needed to make several Abby stops. This was a long time for a dog to be in a car.</li>
<li>I am still a little bummed about not making it to at least Timberline Lodge. 5 more days is all it would have taken</li>
<li>But I am ecstatic about tying-in my steps and completing the PCT. </li>
<li>Just so you know the PCT is a trail worth repeating</li>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-74198437840778709192018-08-13T16:48:00.001-07:002018-08-13T16:48:33.756-07:00More Adventures with WayfairMon Jul 30<br />
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<li>Hiked from burn-out campsite to Hwy 62</li>
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<li>To Mazama and back </li>
<li>Hwy 62 to Dutton Creek/Rim Village Trail 16.1 miles</li>
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<li>Theme for Southern Oregon: </li>
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<li>Hot Days - so, I am not eating much</li>
<li>Minimal Water - so, I must carry lots of water</li>
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<li>My pack is always heavy</li>
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<li>Tomorrow 2.4 miles to Rim Village</li>
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<li>The next 26 miles--there is NO water</li>
<li>Way too many mosquitoes to cowboy camp</li>
<li>The plan for Rim Village--quick breakfast, camel up & load up with water, get on the trail</li>
<li>A girl from Australia or New Zealand traveling Southbound I met on the trail about a mile from camp. Went on and on about the smoke, lack of water, and hot days. "There's no joy in this," she said. "It's hard making 20 miles in the smoke and heat. Take plenty of water. Be careful"</li>
<li>Girl named Dragon camped next to me</li>
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<li>At Rim Village</li>
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<li>Cameled up on water</li>
<li>Had my hot meal--shredded Mexican beef, refried beans, Spanish rice</li>
<li>Filled up every water bottle, brushed my teeth. Took only 45 minutes to get back on the trail</li>
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<li>South portion of Rim Trail is very steep. Because of thick smoke, views of Crater Lake were almost non-existent </li>
<li>Frustrated by the trail and lack of views, the 2nd or 3rd time the trail came down to the road, I got on the highway for a road-walk instead of staying on the Rim Trail. </li>
<li>Turned out the north portion of the Rim Trail is flatter but I had no idea. I was not the only road walker</li>
<li>I caught the trail again at the intersection of Rim Road and highway</li>
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<li>Everyone is tired of smoke, hot days, and big water carries</li>
<li>I had a shower yesterday but you couldn't tell it now. The trail is dust. My lower legs and feet are filthy dirty </li>
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<li>Not as smoky. Still hot but not as hot</li>
<li>8-9 miles to Thielson Creek. The sound of a creek-- has to be one of the greatest sounds in the universe </li>
<li>52 year old hiker Yo-Se-Ki (stands for Yosemite, Sequoia, Kings Canyon National Parks) He had a hip replacement last year. Not the fastest hiker, but he hikes long hours, and puts in more miles than the faster, young bucks</li>
<li>Made it to Maiden Lake Trail Junction. Dropped pack, walked 3/4 to the lake. Cleaned up, filled two bottles with water and walked back. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>Taking a break at the trail junction when Lily and Kiki walked up. They ditched Wander a day or so ago. </li>
<li>Hiked on to mile 1866--found a place to bivvy for the evening. Not the best site as it was on a slope, but it was the best available site and I made it work </li>
<li>Today 21 miles with pack and 1.5 miles without pack</li>
<li>Revelation--at mile 1860 outlined in the trail out of fir cones 3000k. All along I thought I was walking miles, then I find out I've been walking kilometers from the start. Holy Kamoley, when did this happen?!?!?!?!?!?!?</li>
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<li>I'm a little dehydrated. Nothing you can do about this when you're in one water carry after another--20 miles, 26 miles, 13 miles, 16 miles, 18 miles. I hope these are the last big water carries. </li>
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<li>As I travel north, the smoke lessens</li>
<li>Left camp at 5:10 am. Great water cache at Windigo Pass on a gravel Forest Service road. Even had Gatorade and a charging station with a solar charger</li>
<li>At mile 1881 campsite at Summit Lake. Cooked my hot meal. Left there at 3:30 pm, hoping to crank another three miles. </li>
<li>Between mile 21 & 22 for the day, I caught a tree stub and landed on my nose. The way I landed I was certain it was broken--but it wasn't. Now is the time to tell you the real concern from the fall, was my back. On day 1 (July 25), carrying a beast of a pack with three days of food and more than five liters of water. I strained my back (muscle on right side in mid-back. I'd been nursing it along pretty well. After getting to camp and setting up tent, I lay down for a bit. Very hard to get up. Bending over, twisting, turning all very painful. </li>
<li>Tomorrow I have sixteen miles to Shelter Cove for my next resupply box</li>
<li>I believe in the power of overnight rest. My back won't be anywhere 100% but I think I can hike to Shelter Cove. There's also 1500 vertical feet of climb for the first four miles. </li>
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<li>Hiked from mile 1890 to mile 1909 and three miles to and from Shelter Cove--22 miles</li>
<li>I love Diamond Peak! Reminded me of places in Washington State and the High Sierras. Even more important I had cell coverage. For the first time in days I was able to talk with Becky. Also got to speak with Garrett. He is having to work for every mile.</li>
<li>I made it to Shelter Cove by 1:00 pm and left around 3:00 pm. I hiked back to the PCT and on another 4 miles to Rosary Lake (campsite between middle and upper Rosary Lake)</li>
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<u>Joy Has Returned</u><br />
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<li>After days of smoke-filled skies, very hot temperatures, zero visibility, big water carries, and heavy pack--Joy Returned!!</li>
<li>I saw stars last night!</li>
<li>Diamond Peak Wilderness is a real gem</li>
<li><u>Back</u> My back did well during the day. At the end of the day, the back stiffened up on me, really sore doing a lot of simple moves at camp. </li>
<li>Kiki and Lily beat me to Shelter Cove. Those two gals can move</li>
<li>Will (real name) from Ashland, OR, and I have hit it off. We've met at Mazama, Summit Lake, and Shelter Cove. Because of my back toward the end of the day, I cannot lift my pack and get it on. I have to sit on a stump with the pack behind me, put on the shoulder straps and snap hip belt. It is cheating or the lazy man's way but is where I am now. </li>
<li>Just so you know, Fish Lake Resort and Shelter Cove Resort do not have outgoing mail so a lot of the posts for this trip may come at once</li>
<li>I am at mile 1909.5, I believe Cascade Locks is 2147. Decision made: I'm not going beyond Cascade Locks. I am pushing as hard as I can to get home on or before August 15</li>
<li>Re-supply box was in Shelter Cove. So far, all three of my resupply boxes were there when I arrived. Thanks Becky!!</li>
<li>A lot of today's blog was done by headlamp at 3:45 am. After hiking all day, I am too pooped to do much more than set up camp, eat, and crash. </li>
<li>Including miles to and from Resorts, 200 miles in 10 days</li>
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<li>Hiked from 1909.5 to Storm Lake 1932.8 = 23.3 miles</li>
<li>Trail Magic: The Leeson's (Harold, Karen, and Jeff) from Eugene, OR, provided hot dogs, beer, coke (the drink, not the drug), grapes, cookies, and chips</li>
<li>Their son, Jeff, also called "Ducky" (trail name) hiked the PCT in 2016 and the Appalachian Trail this year. Ducky does not remember meeting Garrett/Pathfinder</li>
<li>Cleaned up my legs and feet. Unbeknownst to me, big toe on the right foot has had a huge blister. I cut away all dangling skin and added two layers of New Skin</li>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-79849165899023079072018-08-08T20:55:00.001-07:002018-08-08T20:55:03.745-07:00Kevin's ProgressKevin called from Big Lake Youth Camp, and while it wasn't a through hike, he has completed all the steps on the PCT. Without further ado, here are the annals of Kevin's hike.<br />
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The last couple of weeks were a blur<br />
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<li>5 trips to take Garrett his resupply</li>
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<li>Friday, 7/13 with Becky to White Pass </li>
<li>Monday, 7/16 Becky went to Snoqualmie Pass </li>
<li>Tuesday, 7/17 to Stevens Pass--did not get back home until 10:00 pm</li>
<li>Friday 7/20 rode the Lady of the Lake to Stehekin. Had to put Garrett's resupply box in a "Hiker Box." It was well-labeled for Garrett Guinn "Pathfinder. </li>
<li>Monday 7/23 to Hart's Pass to pick up Garrett at the northern terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail. </li>
<li>Tuesday 7/24 getting packed up, wrapping up tasks at work, chores</li>
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<li>Challenging Tasks</li>
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<li>Garrett just completed PCT in spite of numerous situations</li>
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<li>post-holing in soft snow in the Sierras, grueling work</li>
<li>had to replace shoes. The shoes he bought in South Lake Tahoe were great in the store--horrible for hiking. Feet took a beating</li>
<li>hit a "blue period"</li>
<li>Food poisoning from bad pizza at Hyatt Lake Resort in S Oregon. This cost him at least five days</li>
<li>Resupply box I left in Stehekin, very well marked, was stolen by Southbound Hikers--there is a lot more I could say about this. Garrett had to hike another 111 miles on shoes that were shot. The new shoes were in the well-marked box. Feet suffered again. </li>
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<li>Leanna--on July 16 she started a very intense, one-year nursing program that will give her a four-year nursing degree. She is an excellent student works hard, and is very intentional about getting on top of assignments the day they are assigned. This will test her will to stay on track with the fast pace, like a sprinting for a full marathon</li>
<li>Becky--sending resupply boxes for not one, but two long distance hikers. Now she has to keep up with watering the lawn during the heat wave AND getting a lawn service to mow grass once a week. </li>
<li>Kevin--buttoned up my work project on ecological sites, trips to deliver resupply packages to Garrett and catch bus to Ashland to begin my own hike. Weather for Ashland for the next ten days--hot (97-101). Likely my hike through Oregon will be with lots of company--mosquitoes. We're not friends as the little beggars consider me fresh meat. </li>
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<li>Decisions to Make</li>
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<li>I have a chain of unbroken steps from Mexico to Ashland</li>
<li>In previous years, I hiked all of the PCT in Washington and the northern third of Oregon</li>
<li>To keep continuous steps, I need to start at Callahan's Resort near Ashland. </li>
<li>Two problems </li>
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<li>First 16 miles of PCT north of Callahan's are closed due to a fire that is still burning. A road walk is in my near future.</li>
<li>I have talked with a man from Mountain Adventure. He knows the area and the situation quite well. The area at Callahans is filled with smoke.</li>
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<li>My choices--we'll see what I decide tomorrow</li>
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<li>Secure continuous steps, but suffer from heat and smoke for 17 mile road walk via old highway 99 and highway 66.</li>
<li>Walk east from Ashland on highway 66 to Green Spring Summit for 17 miles. Heat for sure, smoke is problematic. </li>
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Tuesday 7/25</div>
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<li>Took 20 minutes to get a ride</li>
<li>I kept telling myself, "It only takes one. Smile, look nonthreatening."</li>
<li>Ollie, a Forest Service employee gave me a ride from Ashland to Callahans, south of Ashland. Ollie has spent work time on the PCT but never on the PCT for recreation. </li>
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<li>The smoke was not that bad today</li>
<li>Near Callahans there was a few hundred feet of road construction</li>
<li>The six miles on Old 99 was downhill, pretty shady and not all that hot</li>
<li>34 miles on hwy 66 and 2 miles on Buckhorn Road were not that bad</li>
<li>The 4 miles on Tyler Creek Road were hard--it was very hot 96*+, quite steep, and minimal shade. </li>
<li>The last mile back on hwy 66 was better than Tyler Creek Road</li>
<li>At Green Springs Summit, I connected back to the PCT</li>
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<li>Top of Green Springs Summit--one Italian who is in a group of 5 forgot his wallet at Callahans. Before I left Green Springs Summit, a man brought the Italian's wallet</li>
<li>There are some good people willing to help</li>
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<li>Yesterday 18.3 in mid-90s heat, road walk in the sun--was brutally hot</li>
<li>I did it but I paid the price. I kept pushing to complete the roadwalk because water was unknown. I really rationed water because I had no idea when I'd hit water </li>
<li>So I was right on the edge of major dehydration and lack of electrolytes. Like a tightly drawn string. The string unraveled a bit, but didn't break. I got lucky. Three hikers died from heat exhaustion last year on the PCT</li>
<li>I started this morning from mile 1735 at 5:30 Just after noon I made it to Grizzly Creek (mile 1748.7). </li>
<li>Now that I am on the PCT, I intend to manage water stops and hiking mostly when it is cooler. I cannot hike like a thru-hiker until I have 250-300 under my belt. Yes I did 1800 miles last year, but that doesn't count in 2018</li>
<li>Hikers I've met today: Matthew at 2 different bridges and spring, faith-healer, Daryl and Dawson--Father-son team trying to hike Oregon</li>
<li>Hiked from 1375.2-1752.7 Not as hot as yesterday, low 90s</li>
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<li>Pine cones 12" long--Digger Pine?</li>
<li>Folks camping with me at Piped Spring</li>
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<li>Jason from Virginia</li>
<li>Group of 3: Kiki, Lilly from New Zealand (section hikers), Wander--a thru-hiker</li>
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<li>Little do they know I'll be the alarm clock</li>
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Friday 7/27</div>
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<li>camped junction of PCT and Fish Lake Trail--2 miles one way</li>
<li>Hiking back up from Fish Lake saved me 45 minutes to an hour</li>
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Saturday 7/28</div>
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<li>The section to Crater Lake National Park has minimal water. </li>
<li>Here's where water is: </li>
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<li>1771--creek-right at start where I don't need it</li>
<li>1782.4--Christi's Spring</li>
<li>1798.5 Creek</li>
<li>1818.4 Mazama at Crater Lake</li>
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<li>Two choices</li>
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<li>Hike water to water</li>
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<li>Day 1 11 miles to Christi's Spring</li>
<li>Day 2 16 miles to Creek</li>
<li>Day 3 26 miles to Mazama</li>
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<li>Hike to water--camel up, cook hot meal, hike on to campsite (my choice)</li>
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<li>Today: left camp 1770.7 at 5:00 am--mostly doable without headlamp</li>
<li>Christi's Spring 1782.4 before 10:00 am. Cooked hot meal</li>
<li>Left Spring at 11:00 am. Hiked on to 1790.2 (195 miles) 2:20</li>
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<li>Lots of blow down, especially late when I was tired. The last two miles were hard for this old cowboy. Actually there is plenty of daylight to hike another 5-10 miles. My get up and go done gone and went</li>
<li>Mosquitoes from 7:00 to Christi's Spring at 10:00 am I had to hike with head net and I put bug dope on my legs</li>
<li>Matthew and I play leap frog. He camps a little further up the trail than I do. I start earlier and pass by his camp. As I get tired and slow down, he passes me. </li>
<li>Met Shepherd, a female thru-hiker. She had to come off trail for two weeks to take care of someone. Was not able to do anything physical and is struggling to regain where she was before. </li>
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<li>Perspective depends on where you are standing</li>
<li>Day hikers typically do 5-10 miles a day</li>
<li>Backpackers may do 8-12 miles a day but they are carrying gear, food, water, so it is harder. </li>
<li>Thru-hikers start between 15-20 miles a day and build up to mid 20 anyway. (I can assure you 20 miles is a BIG day)</li>
<li>Garrett and other hardcore types do 30-40+ miles a day. Garrett says, "What would I do with the with the extra time if I only did 20 miles?"</li>
<li>I get what he's saying. I completed 19.5 today before 2:30. I have a lot of time to kill</li>
<li>I am trying not to compare myself with this year's thru-hikers. They have 1400-1700 miles under their belt. I only have 77 miles, so I cannot expect to hike as many miles as they do, nor as fast.</li>
<li>I am competitive, believe me. If I had 1700 miles under my belt and this year's group of thru-hikers would be saying, "How can we ditch the Old Guy? No matter what we do he catches us or gets ahead." </li>
<li>I have been working on memorizing The Apostles Creed. About have it nailed.</li>
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Sun 7/29 Left camp 5:42 mile 1790.2 Elevation 6600 ft which is pretty high for Oregon</div>
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<li>The trail took me to 7200 feet</li>
<li>Last water this section -- creek at 1798.5 got there about 9:30 am</li>
<li>At the 1798.5 creek, met a young man from the Netherlands named Sassafras</li>
<li>Met a man in his 50s with his father who is 76 They carry no weight as Jack, the donkey, carries everything. Jack is quite friendly, he did not balk when I rubbed his forehead.</li>
<li>Camped at 1806.4 campsite, pre-selected yesterday. 16 mile day. The campsite is in the middle of a burn area. Some trees survived so there is some shade. </li>
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Mon 7/30</div>
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<li>I am at Mazama Village on my sixth day</li>
<li>I have crossed the 100 mile barrier for this trip and am over 1800 mile mark for last year and this year. </li>
<li>Fish Lake would not take outgoing mail, so this is my first post</li>
<li>My journey started with a brutal roadwalk because the PCT was closed for 16 miles starting at Callahan's Resort. The 17 miles was tough because I didn't know where, or if, I would find water. And it was hot, 98* on roads with minimal shade</li>
<li>Turns out the PCT reopened just before I started the roadwalk. That would have been lovely, but I had no idea.</li>
<li>Smoke from the variable -- heavy in the morning. Most afternoons, smoke dissipates and it is not too bad</li>
<li>Just after 2:00 pm the smoke starts getting thicker</li>
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<u>Thankful, Grateful, and Blessed</u></div>
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<li>God has blessed me -- wonderful wife, great son and daughter, 40-year career with USDA, friend, church family, and I could go on and on</li>
<li>Serious leg injury 4 years ago and here I am 1800 miles from Mexico via hiking. Not supposed to happen with my injury</li>
<li>I am honored to hike for those who can't -- kids at Camp Korey, etc</li>
<li>and I get to walk with God each day. </li>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-75635463711821239092018-07-27T15:13:00.001-07:002018-07-27T15:13:27.000-07:00He's Back on the TrailIt's been a whirlwind couple of weeks for me. Last week, we went to White Pass, Snoqualmie Pass, Stevens Pass, and Kevin took a trip to Stehekin all to drop off resupply packages for Garrett/Pathfinder. Then Monday, Kevin went to Harts Pass to pick up Pathfinder at the end of the PCT. Tuesday, Kevin took a bus to Ashland, OR, to pick up where he left off last year. Tuesday night, Pathfinder took the train to Whitefish, MT, to start the CDT portion of his trek. <br />
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Kevin just called from Fish Lake and he's on track and doing well. The only concern he's had is that the water sources are few and far between.<br />
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Tonight I have to put together resupply boxes for both of my hikers. So I'll close this post down. We can't thank you enough for your thoughts and prayers. Kevin is continuing to raise money for <a href="http://campkorey.org/" target="_blank">Camp Korey</a> Go to the donate page here: <a href="https://campkorey.org/donate/">https://campkorey.org/donate/</a>, then scroll down to Gift Preferences, click the drop down box and find Kevin's PCT Journey. Every dollar goes toward allowing a child to come to camp and be a kid instead of a patient. <br />
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Even though it is gauche to give yourself a trail name, I've gone ahead and done it. So I'll sign off as<br />
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Resupply Guru.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-53034074494974386092018-04-22T19:43:00.001-07:002018-04-22T19:43:37.261-07:00The DownLow on Camp KoreyKevin and I made a date on Friday to go see Camp Korey and meet the people who make it go. Wendy and Beth are incredible hosts who took a good amount of their afternoon to make us feel welcome. Starting with this:<br />
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<a href="http://campkorey.org/" target="_blank">Camp Korey</a> has so many pictures on their website that I couldn't add anymore here. What they do for the children they serve is to allow them to let their hair down and be kids instead of miniature adults keeping up with a schedule for their medications. This is not to say that they get to skip their medications, but instead, the medical staff keeps up with the schedule and brings the medications to the child. </div>
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Kevin is getting ready to finish up the PCT this summer, and this visit was just the inspiration to get back on his fundraising bandwagon. This is a summary of what we saw at Camp Korey: The cabins are spotless and the bunks boast real mattresses, each cabin has its own bathroom--this is not your ordinary camp accommodations, and all of them are wheelchair accessible. The camp has two hundred acres of fully usable land, with its own orchard, vegetable garden; a small amphitheater which will be enlarged, a soccer field, a big dining hall, and a separate gathering place for celebrating whatever needs to be celebrated. Underneath the dining hall is the arts and crafts room. Each camper makes wish flags. They hang from the ceiling in the dining hall. One of the wishes that gave me a chuckle was from the child who wanted to be batman. The most touching wish was the flag that said, "I hope everyone's wishes come true." And that is our wish for every child who comes to Camp Korey--that their every wish comes true. </div>
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If you wish to donate to this cause: click this <a href="https://www.crowdrise.com/kevinhikingforcampkorey" target="_blank">link</a></div>
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-41973372743809692302018-03-05T20:23:00.001-08:002018-03-05T20:23:08.998-08:00Power Nap<br />
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I have taken a lot of training hikes on Beazley Hill
above town over the years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Beazley Hill offers
a variety of hikes, flat to steep, and from short 3-milers to 11 miles or longer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On most hikes any breaks are kept to 5
minutes or less.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Work hard, get the hike
done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s been the case on every training
hike until Saturday.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I left the South Kiosk at 5:30 am Saturday morning and
hiked up the steep face of the Middle Towers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then I made my way on the north side heading east just above the draw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Several years ago at the barbed wire fence
someone installed a wooden ramp so that mountain bikers and hikers can cross
the fence easily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The west approach has wood
cleats for traction, but the east side is just steeply sloping boards. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The temperature Saturday morning was 29-31
degrees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was totally unaware that
there was heavy frost/ice on the ramp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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My first step down the east side was a doozy – my left shoe
slipped, and I was knocked unconscious when I landed hard on the wooden
ramp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The left side took the full impact
– head, ribcage and shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I
woke up I was totally disoriented – I had no idea where I was nor where the car
was parked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After minutes with no
activity my Garmin had stopped – it read 1 hour 10 minutes and 2.25 miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stood up and resumed my hike trying to determine
my orientation (location) and remember where the car was parked – at home or at
one of the kiosks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Trying to reconstruct the timeline, the best I can figure
is that I had a 25-40 minute “power nap” on Beazley Hill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I made it home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I went to the walk-in clinic at Moses
Lake and Becky drove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was supposed
to be a 2-hour wait at the clinic was only 10 minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The CT scan of my head showed nothing unusual
and the x-ray of my ribs showed no cracks, but the possibility of one hairline
fracture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am sore as the dickens and
moving quite slowly, but none the worse for wear. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Coughing, sneezing, laughing are no fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The thing I like about pain is that it tells
you where you hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hurt in multiple
places, but this a temporary situation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the meantime, I am doing some planning for the
Continental Divide Trail (CDT).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
Pacific Crest is straight forward – single track, guidebook and maps easy to
follow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The CDT guidebook says to “Embrace
the Brutality”, and it is certainly an entirely different animal, a beast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My head is spinning from looking at maps for the
first 45 miles – multiple route options, considerable cross-country hiking or road
walking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing makes sense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In addition to route finding issues, water in
a huge concern.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe there are water
caches, maybe not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stock water may not
be turned on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And notes on the maps say
to beware that prickly pear cactus is abundant on cross country travel anywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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I can only say I’m unsure when my body will allow me to
resume training.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I am uncertain
where and when I will be back on one of the long-distance trails.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As with many natural resource management
questions, the answer to my hiking future begins with, “it all depends”.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998529652196939499.post-47218828834457580802018-02-28T18:05:00.000-08:002018-02-28T18:05:37.579-08:00Donations Method ChangedTo support Camp Korey is a simpler, easier thing to do. Go to the Donate <a href="https://campkorey.org/donate/" target="_blank">page</a>, located here. Click on the drop down menu to find Kevin's name and then decide how much you want to donate. It's that simple.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18347670233081879979noreply@blogger.com0