Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Wilder-Blog



The Wilder-Blog
A Trip Report of Hiking in Emigrant Wilderness, California
July 12-21, 2009
written by Tara and guest-blogger/Hubba Hubba roomie, beni


Day 0: Controlled Panic
Meet at The Wood House B&B of Mill Valley (aka, Jill and Eric’s place). Organize piles of food, clothing, shelter. Pack. Sleep, or try.

Day 1: Mind Over Muscle
Wake up ridinculously early. Drive approximately as many hours as you slept. Arrive at Oakdale. Meet the Thordersons: Bo, Taryn, Sammy! Last meal at Oakdale Cafe. Final supply stop at Raley’s. (Mmmm... instant non-fat powdered milk.) Onward to trailhead: Last flush toilets.

A Stalwart Group (L to R: Bo, Sammy, Taryn, Woody, beni, Jill, me)

Pack weigh-in:
Eric (aka Woody) = 800 kilos, including a guitar but no amp,


Bo = 600 kilos of common sense and authority,
Tara= 53 lbs of Astro-Glide,
beni = 45 lbs of What the heck am I doing?,
Jill = The Weight of the World (packaged neatly in Ziploc bags and stuff sacks),
Sammy = 40 lbs of Gorp that she didn’t eat anyway,
My BFWC
Taryn = Pop Tarts and Body Fat (a lot of it).

Taryn, Wilder-Solid Gold Dancer


Hike: Crabtree trailhead to campsite on Cherry Creek, 7.5 miles, all on trail. Starting at 7,150 ft., climb gently to about 7,800 ft. before descending to our campsite at 7,450 ft. Approx 9 hours.
Meet more Thordersons: Hans, Chris, Tait, Thor, Dean. Eric’s debut campfire stylings.
the Littlest Hoboes

Woody Wilder-dictionary entries of the day:
Gentle = Punishing
Astro-Glide = Blister prevention magic from Canada, aka Body Glide
Me n JillyBean

Tara adventures of the day: Breakfast discussion of scrotal chafing, resulting in Bo nearly spitting out her huevos. Clambering the granite version of the Great Wall of China. Near-death experience when Eric learned I used biodegradable soap in his creek.
What beni learned: I hate mosquitoes as much as I love DEET. I hate feeling lost as much as I hate mosquitoes.

Day 2: Rock Stars
Cherry Creek to Hyatt Lake, 2.8 miles, all cross-country. Starting at 7,450 ft., we climb over a 7,800 ft. ridge, then descend to the lake at 7,400 ft. Approx 4.5 hours.

Woody Wilder-dictionary entry of the day:
Boulder-hopping = Marine Corps obstacle course.
Tara adventures of the day: Having a 7-year old boy clamouring “Take it off! Take it off!” in his 7-year old boy voice. (He wanted to see my sunburn, I swear, that's all!) Learning that my water bottle is actually a green fish but luckily Hans is actually a deep-sea diver.
What beni learned: It is much easier to kick your backpack through the rocks than to carry it over the rocks. Sammy and Taryn make posing on top of a boulder with your pack on look easy. Freshly-melted snow is cold. While Hans may actually be a deep-sea diver, it is quite possible that Bo is a mermaid.

Day 3: Hell Day
Hyatt Lake to Red Can Lake, 5.1 miles, all cross-country. Starting at 7,400 ft., we climb over open granite slopes to about 8,400 ft. before descending slightly to our destination at 8,300 ft. Approx 9 hours.

ants trekking across the moonscape
Woody Wilder-dictionary entries of the day:
As the crow flies = LOOK OUT! A short trip up a cliff, around a knob, across a river, backtrack for a while, then when all hope appears lost, TAH DAH: Red Can Lake.
G.P.S. = 20° to the right of reality
Skirting = This is gonna be far.
Knob = Cliff
Saddle = Mountain
Asser = So much worse than a bummer. Example, Falling on your soda treasure and cracking it wide open in the last few minutes of Hell Day and sleeping in a wet, sticky sleeping bag because of it. On the 9th day of a 12 day backpacking trip, putting your treat apple in your stinky scok to protect it from bear scoffing, having a bear turn it into applesauce anyway.
Tara adventures of the day: Near-death experience when Bo saw me showing Sammy and Taryn an “acceptable” route down a rock ramp. Appeased the Wrath of the Mother Bear with a cocktail.
What beni learned: A little koala goes a long way. Being swarmed by mosquitoes makes you not care that you don’t have enough water in your bottle. I hate crows as much as I hate mosquitoes. Eric is 10,000 times the man I am.
Jill & beni happy to be off the trail
Day 4: The Heat is On
Red Can Lake to Lertora Lake, 2.1 miles, cross-country followed by trail. Starting at 8,300 ft., we descend to cross the outlet of Cow Meadow Lake at 7,800 ft., then pick up a trail which climbs to our destination at 8,400 ft. Approx 3 hours.

Woody Wilder-dictionary entry of the day:
Hubba Hubba = a small, sexy home away from home
Snugga-Hubba = When a small, sexy tent gets put in an even smaller space


Tara adventure of the day: Photo shoot at the Blue Dragonfly No-tell Motel.

Near-death experience when Bo overheard me sharing cautionary tales of my, ahem, light-hearted youthful escapades.
What beni learned: A little meltdown goes a long way. Jill is 10,000 times the sweetie that I am – and looks good in a floatie to boot! Veggie Italian sausage tastes like love at 8,400 ft. Cold water therapy is the next best thing to veggie Italian sausage at 8,400 ft. Solar showers are better than cold water therapy.

Day 5: Oh say, can Yosemite?
Lertora Lake to Lower Twin Lake, 4 miles, trail followed by cross-country. Starting at 8,400 ft., we descend on a trail to Hukleberry Lake at 7,850 ft., then climb steeply (but briefly) to 8,700 ft., where we cross into Yosemite National Park just before arriving at our destination at 8,650 ft. Approx 3 hours.


Love in the Backwoods


The Group starts to show "Trail Rage"

Woody Wilder-dictionary entry of the Day:
Mountain Margaritas = Yummy deliciousness. Recipe of the Day: Mountain Margaritas = Freshly-harvested snow + Crystal Light Lemon + whatever tequila the underage girls haven’t drunk yet


Tara adventure of the day: The Happiest Hour. 7 way CHEERS! Part I

. Day 5 means time for some Wilder-Grooming. (yes, they really are shaving their pits!)
What beni learned: Sammy and Taryn make floating to an island on a pancake look easy. It takes a village to cook a rehydrated gourmet meal. Mosquitoes swarming your tent obscure your lovely view of purple shooting stars in the meadow. Duct tape is good for mending. You can shame a lazy ankle into healing itself.

Day 6: Happy Birthday, Dani!
Lower Twin Lake to Black Bear Lake, 3.2 miles, mixed cross-country and trail. Starting at 8,650 ft., we follow the north edge of Lower Twin Lake before climbing to pass Upper Twin Lake before reaching our destination at 9,300 ft. Approx 3 hours.



Woody’s Wilder-quote of the Day: “If a man says something in the forest and there are no women around to hear, is he still wrong?” (Answer: Duh. He was hiking alone with 6 women)

Tara adventure of the day: Earning one more stripe as an unofficial gear tester by breaking the Wilderness Wanderer man-only backpack. Making a daypack out of a plastic shopping bag filled with warm salami, sweaty cheese and a novel. Climbing up the ridge for a better view.



What beni learned: Doing nothing at 9,300 ft is even better than veggie Italian sausage at 8,400 ft. I can lift my Hubba.

"I have a friend who tried out a backpacking recipe for Pad Thai at home and it was so delicious that she ate it again the next day for lunch."

I make a lovely dancing alien. The Milky Way looks like clouds when you’re not wearing your contacts. The Backpacker First Aid kit does not include an x-ray machine.

Day 7: Night of the Revenge of the Mozzies
Black Bear Lake to campsite on Cherry Creek, 4 miles, cross-country followed by trail. Starting at 9,300 ft., we climb to pass Bigelow Lake at 9,600 ft., then cross a pass at 9,800 ft. before descending to Snow Lake at 9,350 ft. There, we pick up a trail and climb to our campsite at 9,550 ft. Just kidding: Push on to Grizzly Meadow. Approx 4 hours.

the swarm outside the tent in the AM

Sammy - Zapatista warrior princess or bug-bitten refugee?


Tara adventure of the day: Breaktime summit to 9,900 ft. Avoiding near-death experience by deciding not to go to 10,000 ft only to fall precipitously and have Bo heal me only to teach me what pain really feels like. Getting annihilated at hearts. (Honestly, who loses a trick when they lead a 3?!)
Boot skiing in July.
What beni learned: Sliding on snow is easier than walking on snow. Duct tape is good for mending, but Bo has a better method.

Day 8: Through the Forest, Under the Stars
Cherry Creek to Sheep Camp, 6.1 miles, all on trail. Starting at 9,550 ft., we climb slightly to Grizzly Meadow, then descend to 9,400 ft. to pass Emigrant Meadow Lake. We then climb to 9,750 ft. to cross Brown Bear Pass, after which we descend to our destination at 8,800 ft. Approx 6 hours.


Wilder-babes

Woody Wilder-dictionary entry of the day:
Woody’s nuts = Spicy nuts from Trader Joe’s that Bo tells Sammy and Taryn to grab for her. As in, “Girls, go grab Woody’s nuts for me.”
Recipe of the Day:
Jill’s Curried Lentils with Rice = Rice + Lentils + Curry. Taste. Send beni to poach Woody's candied ginger. Add all of it. Taste. Send beni to find chocolate. Add all of Tara’s remaining chocolate stash. Taste. Top with Woody’s nuts. Yummy!

Tara adventure of the day: Quashing Woody’s Hail Mary attempt to win Ugliest Body Part Competition with an infected blister. (“Poor self-care will not be rewarded.”) While out for a Wilder-poop, Tara finds and extinguishes a forest fire. (“Just digging for the edges. There’s nothing scientific about this.”)
What beni learned: I make a lovely water nymph. No one wants me on their team for Charades. If she’s already asleep, Tara won’t tell me what to do if I wake up to a bear licking my head.

Day 9: Escape from Emigrant Wilderness, aka Woody’s Paradise
Sheep Camp to Kennedy Meadow, 8.5 miles, all on trail. Starting at 8,800 ft., we descend to Relief Reservoir at about 7,300 ft., where we climb slightly to skirt the reservoir before continuing our descent to our destination (and showers, cheeseburgers, and frosty beverages) at 6,300 ft. Approx 2 hours (Bo, Sammy, Taryn) – 4.5 hours (Tara, beni)

Woody Wilder-dictionary entry of the day:

Wilder... = The 9-day Backpacking version of anything

Tara adventure of the day: Following that dang flying crow, including the tiniest sign that said, "Main Trail", only to be saved by a cowboy. Witnessed the graduation of beni from Marine Corps boot camp, as she happily pranced across a raging river on a log. (SO proud!) The best cheeseburger of my life, at the end of the dusty trail.
What beni learned: Crossing over a raging torrent on a fallen log gives you Wilder-balls. When a cowboy asks you if you’re lost, you are.

7 way cheers, Part II


Tara's Life Is Good!
do we clean up nicely, or what?

Ugliest Body Parts

Monday, I returned from 9 days backpacking in the Emigrant Wilderness of California. Our route was just outside Yosemite (mostly).

The trip was awesome, but like any huge physical challenge, the body takes a beating, so I will attach the individual entries for Ugliest Body Part:



beni's arms = Nature Bites!



Bo's arms = Nature Bites Again



my leg, showing a deep blister and the results of falling over with my pack

double entry: Jill's sprained ankle, and Sammy's broken(?) arm


my feet, at end of Day 3. Ugggghhh, trench foot.



honorable mention: not a body part, really, but this shows a failed brain and/or broken, tired body, as Sammy has fallen and can't get up!





honorable mention: Taryn's stomach, for excessive body fat. And who uses their belly as a billboard/birthday card anyhow? WilderNutBar



There was one other entry, which is not pictured, as I disqualified him!! Eric, aka Woody, attempted a cheap, hail mary entry of a pus-filled blister on his foot on Day 8. Sorry buddy, inadequate self-care does not allow you to win this contest!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Rave Runs



I did 2 exceptional runs while in Oregon and California:
1. barefoot on Lincoln City beach. Man o man, it felt so good. Running barefoot past the surf and spray felt like running should be. An hour and a quarter felt awesome...but my calves are still sore 3 days later!
2. through the Coastal Redwood Forest at Prairie Creek State Park. Huge trees, babbling brook, ferns, slugs, elk. Went out to the beach then back on a different trail. Ooops, 11 miles was further than I really meant to do.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Babysitting

Most of my friends don't leave me alone with their kids, unless they are desperate...or slightly medicated. And when I am left with their charges, the bar is set low - just keep the little darlings alive.

Yesterday, I was shopping Glanville and her 2 sweetie-pie kids, and we were about to leave the outlet mall. I grabbed a coffee and a bottle of discount wine while she got the kids in their car seats. She was like, "What??? Half price wine? Hang on, stay with the kids, I gotta get some!" (She was apparently in the desperate category...)

So 2 minutes after she left, Fletcher, aged 3, said, "I have to pee."
Could he wait? No, of course not. He's 3.
I didn't know what to do, since I didn't want to get Baby Banksy out of her car seat, but I couldn't leave her alone and take Fletch, and I couldn't send him alone to find his mom in the wine store...

Flash of brilliance!!

"Fletch, you can pee on the tire! MEN pee on tires!"
So I got him out of his car seat, he whipped down his pants, and started peeing, but it was falling short. "Fletch, you're not getting the tire. You gotta pee on the tire!"
So that little bugger, natural as anything, arched his back and flexed his wee bum, and got the pee right to the dead middle of the wheel!! WHOO HOO!

"Hey Fletch, what are you gonna tell your dad tonight?"
"That I peed on the tire of the van."
"That's right. Good job."

Life skills no extra charge with my babysitting services.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Conversation Starter

I'm staying with Glanville and family in Lincoln City, and found the above in a catalogue here. What sort of conversation would you start with this guy?
"Are all your family members pedophiles too?"
"Did they take the strait jacket off just today ?"

Notice it's adjustable...for all sorts of head sizes.
All this fun for $5.95. A bargoon!
Update: next day
I obviously need to focus my skills from The Secret in a more useful way, because wouldja lookit what I found in Newport, OR!!! Oh wow, the conversations that were started in the seafood fry-up restaurant where I had the Captain's Platter... OK, actually, mostly I heard people all over the restaurant saying things like, "Huh, is that a hamburger on her head?"

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Oregon Coast

Today I'm in Cannon Beach, Oregon. It is really lovely here.











Went on an thoroughly entertaining hike last night. I only found out at 8:30 last night that I was not allowed to camp in the park, but could hike in 1.5 miles to a tent site. So by the time I packed my stuff, I did a fairly long hike in the pitch black with a headlamp. Shhhhh, don't tell my mom. She'll likely think that hiking in the dark, through a forest, alone, near cliffs, was a dumb idea.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Party in USA


On July 2, we celebrated both Canada Day and the 4th of July* by attending a White Trash Party in Santa Barbara, California. So I summoned my Inner Albertan, and dug out a short denim dress, trucker hat, and A LOT of blue eyeshadow.
You've got enough bronzer if your face looks a bit dirty

It was pretty fun. The host served American beer, cheap tequila and corn dogs. YUM-O! The serious downside though, was that everyone looked so awful, there appeared to be no one we would ever want to have a conversation with.
Posing with road kill

Some of the costumes were, ummm, amazing. The guys wore a lot of camo, mullet wigs, and trucker hats. And several of the gals were pregnant with black eyes, short skirts and bad attitudes. The best costume, by far, was the gal who came as Tonya Harding - complete with figure skates, skating dress, gold medal and a baseball bat!

Sasha reckons she's found her baby daddy - the eyes match!

* (did you know they do NOT refer to it as Independence Day? Don't make the same mistake I did. You cannot be cool White Trash if you call it that....helllloooooooo, loser.)

MJ's shrine

As you might have heard, an impromtu shrine has popped up at Michael Jackson's star on the walk of fame.


This is pretty impressive, but if they really miss you, they'll memorialise your caricature on a cookie.