Colorado Trail The Final Miles!!


Day 34 August 20: 5 miles

Slept almost perfectly on an actual flat spot, it was glorious. 

After 5 miles of climbing, we reached our destination- the road where we were to meet my dad! It was great seeing him after so many weeks out on the trail. He has been road-tripping around and met us to take us into Silverton and will also meet us in Durango our very last day. Then we’ll road trip home together to relieve my mom of taking care of 4 animals!

We satiated our craving for pancakes at a delicious diner and roamed around the town looking at all the shops. Sheena and I are opting for a hotel while Bear Bait Bob satisfies his craving for camping, hopefully not living up to his nickname. 

After a delightful BBQ dinner, we were off to bed in preparation for our final days on the trail. 


Day 35 August 21: 16.5 miles

Phew what a night that was. The walls of the hotel we stayed in were paper thin so we could hear just about everything anyone was saying. Then we were awoken by a violent thunderstorm that shook the entire bed. THEN we heard a herd of coyotes murder what I can only assume to be a fox (trust me, you never want to hear a herd of coyotes murder a fox, that will live in my head forever) [edit: I am aware there is no such thing as a “herd” of coyotes, but instead it’s a pack of coyotes. This is a prime example of what sleep deprivation, calorie deficit, and physical exertion does to a brain!], then ANOTHER thunderstorm. We at least were dry, my poor dad’s tent leaked all the way through. Regardless, none of us slept well. 

But the trail of course doesn’t care how well you slept, so my dad dropped us off where he picked us up and we were on our way to our final stretch of the Colorado Trail. 

See ya later!

The day started out cloudy, then the sun came out. But of course, right before we were about to go over a pass, the darkest clouds I’ve ever seen consumed the sky. Thunder boomed, but we felt comfortable that it was far enough away that we could scramble over the pass unscathed. 

Well, wouldn’t you know, just as we were about to do just that, hail fell from the sky and we knew we were in for it. Luckily, we weren’t alone. There were 5 mountain bikers who happened to be in the same predicament. We were all looking around seeing who was brave (or dumb?) enough to go up the pass first. The decision was quickly made for us when lightning struck what felt like feet away with an instant deafening thunder clap. We all noped right on out of there and sought shelter as best we could – which when you’re exposed at over 12k’, it’s impossible to find shelter. Sheena and I decided to wait it out 10 minutes to see if it clears up or gets worse. Luckily, that was the last of the thunder for the time being and we hustled our butts up and over that pass safely. 

Those clouds!
Right into the thick of it

We were greeted on the other side with kinder clouds and a beautiful view. But the whole descent was accompanied with thunder, both near and far. 

We made it to our perspective campsite only to find it occupied by Josh, someone we met in Lake City who hails from South Philly. We talked for a little during resupply when he recognized my Phillies hat. We haven’t seen him much since then, but there he was and we were happy to see him! No problem, this was the first time this whole trip we couldn’t set up camp where we wanted, not so bad with how many people use the trail. We backtracked a little to a less desirable site, but hopefully after a full day of hiking and a poor night’s sleep we won’t even notice the uneven ground, or the wind, or the thunder… one can only hope. 


Day 36 August 22: 16.3 miles

Well last night was another insane night. We didn’t hear any coyotes, but man did we get a storm. Just as I was finally finding sleep, I was awoken at the late hour of 8pm by what sounded like a freight train rolling through the valley. Then, all of a sudden, my tent went flat. The wind storm (well, wind was the main player, there was rain and lightning as well) lasted about 2 hours before finally dying down. After fighting off the tent and making sure no poles snapped, I was able to catch some pretty good sleep. 

I don’t want to talk too much about today. It was miserable and rained almost the entire time. Luckily, it was too cold for another round of way too close for comfort lightning, but I was cold the majority of the day. Which wouldn’t be so bad if the cold (I mean it was still in the high 50s, so not freezing) didn’t render my hands completely useless. I lose all fine motor skills and can’t even tie my shoes or zipper my jacket because they become numb, dumb, and clumsy. Probably should see a doctor about it when I get home… maybe. 

We arrived at a camp large enough to share with Josh (and a few very brazen deer). Thankfully it stopped raining for us to put up our tents, have dinner together, and at least start the night dry. But of course, right on time, clouds are rolling in. Hopefully they’ll roll right on by, but I’m sure we’ll get a few drops tonight. 

Oh deer!

Day 37 August 23: 14.6 miles

Spoiler alert, it rained throughout the night and morning. Thought we were in for a repeat of yesterday, but the morning steered clear of rain and we walked through an eerie foggy landscape devoid of views until early afternoon. 

Around lunch time, the sun finally peeked out and we celebrated by basking in its glory and drying out all of our wet gear. You don’t know what uncomfortable is until you put on cold, drenched socks at 5:30 in the morning, only to slide your feet into cold, drenched shoes. My shoes and socks are going straight into the trash after this hike – they smell like garbage from a mile away. 

With easy elevation, we hit 10 miles pretty quickly. We had a long lunch to enjoy the sun and were on our way to figure out where we’d be camping tonight. We couldn’t find any great spots on the FarOut app for the distance we wanted, so we decided to wing it, hopeful that we would find a flat spot higher in elevation.

Josh stopped early, about 11 miles in. We decided that though it was a prime and beautiful spot, it was far too early to call it quits. We said see ya later to Josh and continued on. We soon realized that if we wanted to make the desired mileage (16.5 miles) we’d have to go over a pass of 12.5k’ as dark clouds were rolling in. We stood around for about 10 minutes deciding if we wanted to risk bad weather while exposed for another 2 miles or call it quits early, with the hope of making up miles tomorrow. 

I admit, I have a hard time quitting when the job isn’t done, especially when it was so early (4:30 in the afternoon!). I want to get into Durango early and didn’t want to sacrifice that for potential safety. But we came to the conclusion that it wasn’t worth the risk. We’ve avoided getting struck by lightning this long – let’s not tempt fate with only 25 miles to go! 

And thank God we did stop. We set up our tents with only seconds to spare before one of the biggest storms we’ve encountered yet blasted us for 2 hours. There was wind. There was hail. There was lightning and deafening thunder. And there was rain. Lots of rain. Thankfully everything stayed dry. 

When it ended, I took a peek out of the tent and saw quite the sight. It’s hard to describe and a picture doesn’t come close to capturing the oddity of the dark clouds against the brightly lit mountains as the sun started to set. It’s otherworldly and scary and beautiful all at the same time. I’m fortunate to have experienced it. 

Pictures can’t hardly do this scene justice!

But just as I was watching, another storm started to roll in. So it’s time to batten down the hatches and hope this storm takes it easy on us. 

Only one more night of being assaulted by weather to go!


Day 38 August 24: 19.1 miles

Well it was an all night affair – lightning, wind, rain, everyone was at the party right until it was time to get up for the day. So I’m thankful we at least weren’t getting rained on during camp break down after 12 hours of consistent storming.

I talk about weather a lot, that is because it dictates so much of how we plan our days out here. When you’re outside 24/7 for weeks on end, life revolves around the weather. Typically you want to start early to avoid afternoon storms. But this year the weather has been so unpredictable that timing means nothing. Throughout the whole night last night I was thankful I let the weather dictate when we settled for camp. Otherwise we would’ve been exposed at over 12k’ on a ridge for hours at risk of getting struck by lightning or becoming hypothermic. Two very unfortunate scenarios so close to completion that we thankfully avoided due to smart decision making. 

We went on our way into the mist and had very limited views the first few hours. We only had peek-a-boo views when the clouds allowed it. Soon, after passing over Kennebec Pass, the start of the last segment, the fog lifted and we enjoyed some short lived sun during lunch. 

The rest of the day was just walking. We had absolutely no intention of hiking such a long mileage day, but when a spot we wanted was occupied and we later were chased down (or felt that way at least) we decided to keep adding miles. And Josh was there to save the day – he found a great campsite and saved some spots for us! With more than anticipated miles, it gets us into Durango all the earlier!

How surreal – our last night out here. It’s been such an incredible journey with so many highs and lows, I can’t believe it’s almost over. 

Last camp!

Day 39 August 25: 6.6 miles 

Final morning on the Colorado Trail! After another rainy night, Josh greeted us with hot coffee! One last piece of trail magic. After going this entire trip without a stove (we got many “whoa that’s so hardcore” comments), it was amazing to have something hot. While neither of us complained about day after day of cold ramen (I shutter to think about it now) and cold rice and cold oatmeal, having our first hot item on trail after almost 40 days was a blessing. 

Buzzing from coffee and excitement, we eagerly broke down camp and were on our  way to meet my dad in Durango!

One last peaceful moment

With all of the miles downhill, we practically ran down and got to the terminus trailhead before 9:30am. Any day hikers we encountered congratulated us on our achievement, it was like being greeted by a welcome committee! And there at the very end was my dad, clapping us in. It was great to be done the trail and at the terminus, but it felt a little hollow. There was still a whole other segment I had to go back to and finish to officially say I completed the Colorado Trail in its entirety!

Our classic high five finishers photo!
The infamous Josh

We grabbed Josh and took him into Durango with us. After we got into the town we hit up all the spots that awarded hikers with free swag. We got free beer, stickers, a patch, and even a discounted breakfast. Soon we retired to a hotel to clean up and fall asleep never to worry about bears or storms or tired legs again… or at least for a while.


The Final Day: Playing Catch Up; August 27: 26 miles

After a day of rest exploring Mesa Verde and getting Sheena back home, I set out to complete segment 15 of the CT back in Salida.

Mesa Verde has always been special to me

With 16 miles and a very light pack, my mindset was to just get this segment done as quickly as possible. I took limited breaks and made sure to keep up a speedy pace. I just wanted to get back home and see my Addie girl!

One last big view!

Mission accomplished. I finished the segment by 12:30p and was ready to get an early start on the drive back home. Or so I thought…

On the ride I was reminiscing about how I technically still had 10 miles of the trail I hadn’t hiked – the miles we hitched to get past the Interlaken Fire trail closure and detour. Since it was still early and those miles are flat, my dad suggested going to Twin Lakes and getting those miles done. Sure I was tired from the morning’s jaunt, but what’s 10 miles when I’ve already done 483?! And so dad drove the little Honda over some pretty sketchy dirt roads and I was dropped off at the trail.

All this was on fire 3 months ago… could still smell the burnt trees
Twin Lakes was definitely a highlight of this hike, so stunningly scenic

After 10 miles I met up with my dad and I can officially officially say I completed the CT in its entirety. Can’t say I feel any kind of emotions about it other than accomplished. It was a mentally and physically draining endeavor that proved to be difficult in so many ways, but conversely, just as rewarding. I’m proud of me and Sheena for getting through it successfully, supporting each other at our best and most importantly- our worst. This has been a bucket list item for a while and I am happy to have completed it. But for the moment, I feel very much like Forrest Gump. I’m pretty tired, I think I’ll go home now.

Raising the pack in jubilee or ready to throw it into the lake?

Along the trail met so many kind and generous people willing to help in any way possible. Whether it was a ride into town, trail magic, company to break up the monotony, or even a hot cup of coffee in the morning, we met so many people who were happy to make our hike as comfortable and exciting as possible. But most of all, I’m so appreciative of the support of my parents. My dad took the time to drive from NJ to CO to meet us and ensure we had a ride in and out of towns and even a ride home from Durango! And I couldn’t have done this hike without the help of my parents with taking such great care of my beloved animals. It eased my mind knowing they were in such capable and great hands.

Before saying goodbye to CO, I just had to scratch off another bucket list item – the Manitou Incline! It’s a 2768 step journey up 2,000’ elevation over 0.88 miles. Even at 8am it was a hot and difficult climb, but sans a 30lb pack, it felt like a joy – ha!

One last climb before heading back to flat Jersey

And now that we’re on our way home, it’s time to wrap up this journey with a pretty little bow. While there are a lot of things I’m not looking forward to back home, I cannot wait to be reunited with my friends, family, and pets!

Vacation is over, Addie… I’m coming back for you!!

Colorado Trail Miles 300-400

Day 27 August 13: 18.8 Miles

Another morning, another wet tent. Went to bed with clear blue skies, awoke at 10pm with rain. It didn’t last long, but was enough to ensure a cold and wet pack up in the morning. It wouldn’t be so annoying if not for the fact that a wet tent adds probably 3 additional pounds to the pack. But hopefully it’ll be dry and clear during the day to dry it out during a break. 

Mission accomplished. After a few miles we were able to dry everything out, opting for an early morning dry out because of inclement weather reports for the rest of the day, great. 

We’ve been leapfrogging the last few days with a lovely couple from Germany. We originally met them in Twin Lakes, where they departed for the western collegiates while we went east. After hearing their (and others as well) reports on the western route, I’m very happy with our decision. Mostly above tree line, they were pelted with daily violent storms. In fact, the storms were so horrific many bailed out. Having experienced exposed storms on the JMT, I know how utterly terrifying that can be. That along with nightly rain I’m sure has dampened their spirits, but they always greet us warmly and with a smile. I hope we continue to see them! 

We also ran into Shaggy (aka Hamburglar) and his trusty sidekick Scooby (aka Grimace). They’re thru hiking but Scooby has had some issues with his paws (yes he’s a dog), and needed a few days off while Shaggy continued. Luckily for them, Shaggy’s dad is following along in an RV and can resupply or help with Scooby the whole way! Lucky dog. 

Not the most flattering picture of Scooby

While talking and walking with Shaggy and Scooby, we came across the most amazing sight – a trail angel! Yesterday’s morale was at an all time low and seeing the most amazing spread of everything a hungry and exhausted hiker could want truly lifted spirits. Having hiked the CT 5 times, Tim knew exactly what we were craving! From fruit to snacks to candy to even bug spray and sunscreen, Tim and his wife Judy were truly what the doctor ordered. Made the next several miles all the more merrier. 

Trail Magic!

Today could not have been a more picture perfect day with regards to trail, elevation, and views. The trail was rock less and actually flat. We were mostly exposed in gorgeous meadows with sweeping panoramic views. After yesterday, that was much much welcome. But we did pay the price with afternoon clouds and rain. 

After almost 19 miles, we were ready to call it quits. The site we wanted to stay at was problematic- dead tree central. With more clouds rolling in, staying under dead trees with a storm is just plain dumb. We decided to join Shaggy, Scooby, and another hiker Mark in a semi exposed area just as the rain really started to come down. It’s a cozy little party of tents. And misery loves company, which looks like we’ll have plenty of misery to share. 

Though the rain ended in an hour and lent itself to a beautiful rainbow. We quickly ate dinner and went to bed, hopeful that maybe, just maybe, we’ll have a dry night. 

Close quarters!

Day 28 August 14: 16 miles 

No such luck. It rained, and we got frustrated, but moved on. At this point it’s better to just be prepared and expect to wake up wet. It ultimately isn’t a huge deal, but totally dampens spirits. Woke up to a sad Shaggy saying he was going to backtrack a few miles to meet with his dad to get Scooby off the trail. His paws are not doing well and he made the right decision to bail him out. I know the feeling all too well!

After such a long day yesterday, we were hoping for another forgiving day today. Which is exactly what we got. Lots of views with easy elevation. 

Towards the end of the day I was slightly ahead of Sheena when I turned a blind corner and entered into an open field. I saw what I initially thought was a deer run from the water into the trees. Only deer don’t run so close to the ground or so nimbly. I recognized that run immediately – it was a cat! Only way bigger and more stealth than my one eyed and my three legged cats. It definitely wasn’t a mountain lion, I can only assume it was a bobcat. First sign of wild life other than deer or elk! Now if only a moose or bear would show up (in the far distance, of course). 

Also of note, we’re officially out of cow county! No more camping next to cow poop or worrying about contaminated water! Oh happy days. 

We have a really great camping spot we are sharing with the Germans. We are both praying for a dry night, but certainly not holding our breath. 

Day 29 August 15: 16.5 miles

Well it didn’t rain! But darn was it cold overnight. For a second I thought it was just me until I opened my tent and it was completely stiff from being encased in frost. Huh… I guess it really was cold!

Frozen!

After thawing out, we were off for what was anticipated to be a very challenging day. Lots of miles with what looked like 5 very challenging climbs. Despite all that, today was by far my favorite day of this entire trip (don’t tell anyone I hiked with today this!). It was what I’ve been waiting to see and what I’ve anticipated from the Colorado trail. Today was a dream. 

The climbs weren’t horrible, most were short and manageable with two being longer. But with the majority of the day being above tree line and completely exposed, there was so much distraction from the discomfort of a steep climb. So much so, I had a bit of a tumble that my knee took the brunt of. But I was able to shake it off and keep going. 

The Germans!

After the second climb, I looked across the valley to a set of mountains. I saw what looked like a trail going right up to the highest peak. I laughed to myself, “man I feel sorry for the sucker who has to go up that!”, and even pointed it out to Sheena. As we descended, it became increasingly clear that we were headed straight towards that dreaded trail. It was a mile and a quarter of straight up, but conquerable. 

A picture worthy of distraction

I absolutely love being out of the trees and exposed. You can see for miles including where the trail is going. When weather is on your side it’s an absolute delight. You can even see who’s ahead or who’s gaining on you! We maintained our leapfrog relationship with the Germans and have added Mike AKA Critter AKA Cricket to our crew, though I’m sure he’ll blow past us soon. 

One of the highlights of the day was seeing not only one, but two moose! With yesterday’s bobcat encounter and today’s bull moose sighting, I just need to see a bear to win wildlife bingo. 

If you look realllll close and strain your eyes just so, you can see the bullmoose! Thankfully he was very far away
It’s impossible to not take a million pictures!

We got into camp late (for us) today, around 7pm. Still plenty of daylight, we were able to Set up camp and eat dinner but retreated to our tents because it’s already so cold. There are 6 of us scattered around a tiny lake and I’m predicting a cold cold night again. All 6 of us have the same idea – hike an easy 5 miles to get into Lake City for a resupply. It’s going to be tricky navigating how 6 people are all going to get a hitch into town, but if the past is any indicator, Sheena and I should be alright. 

Day 30 August 16: 5 miles

After waking up yesterday encased in ice, I went to bed prepared with 2 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of pants, 3 shirts, and a hat and gloves. Though I was still pretty cold up at 12.3k’, at least we woke up dry!

We had an easy 5 mile walk to the trailhead to try and hitch into town. We didn’t expect to see 3 other people we’ve never met before trying the same thing! Competition isn’t great when hitching and there definitely is not strength in numbers. Fortunately, after about 15 min a truck came by to drop off CDT hikers. We asked if he could take us all back into town and he said of course! And wouldn’t you know the Germans were coming down off the trail at this very moment. Sheena ran to them to tell them to hurry their butts up if they want an easy ride! And just like that Casey fit all 7 of us in his truck and took us into Lake City. 

Just about anyone hiking the CT stops in the little quaint town of Lake City. Because it’s 100 miles from Salida, hikers need a good resupply stop and Lake City fits the bill – and boy do they cater to us hikers! The community center is open 9-5 to help hikers with just about anything they could need. From food to toiletries to gear, they welcomed us with open arms. 

We did laundry, grocery shopped, and most importantly- booked a hotel and ate. It’ll be great to sleep in a warm clean bed! 

We’re only staying here for an overnight, but this town is worth so much longer of a visit. The people here are so warm and eager to help, it’s a heartwarming little place with some pretty rich history. We were told about the town’s most well known celebrity – a cannibal. Lovely! We have a ride set up for back to the trail tomorrow with Casey, one less thing to worry about. 

Day 31 August 17: 17.3 miles

Happy birthday Sheena!!! I truly couldn’t imagine doing this hike with anyone else. She can handle my eccentricities with patience, humor, and kindness. So happy to be spending her special day with her!

Lake City knew the birthday girl was coming to town!

Can’t say that sleeping in the hotel lent itself to a great night’s sleep. Whoever was above us decided 3:45am was a perfectly fine time to audition for a river dance! It was beyond frustrating, but I will give him the benefit of the doubt and hope that he was getting up early to conquer a 14er. 

Casey picked us up right on time and made a pit stop at the local bakery. And let me tell you this bakery is worth the hype. A delicious donut and sausage kolache hit the spot perfectly! With that sitting in my belly I was ready to conquer whatever today threw our way. 

And whoa did it threw us a doozy. We knew we were in for it when looking at the map. Lots of elevation gain with little camping potential. But we made our way through just like we always do. 

Cricket leading the charge up to the highest point
Doesn’t get any more epic than this!

We are officially in the San Juan’s and boy am I happy we saved this for last. We were above tree line the majority of the day with views that will last a lifetime. I have so many pictures it’s hard figuring out which ones to post! We even hit the highest point of the CT, 13,271’! It’s all downhill from here, right? Right?!

We were chased by some pretty gnarly storms all day that we managed to outrun. We’re still pretty high at 12.7k’ and super exposed. After watching the sky for about an hour, we are fully surrounded by storms. Lightning and thunder are everywhere around us, but not over us. Hopefully it stays that way and we have a dry night without being terrorized by lightning and thunder. 

Day 32 August 18: 15.4 Miles

Well we weren’t able to dodge the storms, but at least we were already in our tents. Thunder, lightning, wind, rain, and coyotes soothed us to sleep. The lighting, while frequent and close, didn’t last all too long. We even got a second dose of rain right before getting up, great! 

Not sure if it’s mental fatigue or I just really miss her, but just the mention of Addie’s name puts me into tears. I cannot wait to see her again! 

I’ll be home soon!!

In fact, all of today was physically grueling. More up and down which is getting pretty old. Legs are fatigued, feet ache, and mentally I’m pretty spent from not sleeping all too great the last few nights. 

But still, the views were amazing so here are some pictures in place of words:

We have also been running into a number of mountain bikers taking place in a Colorado Trail Race. It set off last Sunday at 4am and the first place racer came in at 4 days. The crew we ran into today are apparently at the back of the pack, but they’re having fun anyway (but really how much fun is racing a bike in the mountains on 1 hour of sleep??). One guy we ran into, Eric, was especially a character. He was wearing a fox costume which was explained by his company, Embark. Embark is a 2 person operation (Eric and his wife) and they make endurance nutrition supplements with maple syrup they make on their maple syrup farm. So if you’re into ultra endurance activities (I mean who isn’t?) check them out! 

Exhausted from yesterday and today, we ended today a little short and will make up the distance tomorrow. We’re shooting for an end date of exactly one week from today – final stretch!

Day 33 August 19: 16.2 miles

Very much not a good night’s sleep. Where we decided to camp was pretty sloped and i constantly woke up to stop from sliding all the way to the bottom of the tent. We were also surrounded by chirping marmots, and while I do have “Marmot” plastered all over my tent, it surely isn’t an open invitation. We got rain about an hour before our alarm, but woke up to dry tents. I even had to ask Sheena if it truly did rain to make sure I wasn’t going totally crazy!

Our hike started with more ups and downs and ended with an extreme 8 mile downhill. The sights were gorgeous as usual and we even saw another moose, but from a distance too far to capture by camera. 

We are surrounded by old mining operations and saw many remnants of what was once a booming business, drawing thousands out to Colorado. Unfortunately, over time, a lot of these operations have contaminated much of the rivers we draw water from for drinking. Even with a filter, I don’t feel comfortable drinking from these water sources. Which means practicing discretion when obtaining water and even longer water carries. 

Brave little Sheena exploring the terrifying mine

We were hit by two storms today, the second being a little more violent than the first. But now that we’re below tree line, we’re not so worried about the threat of being struck by lightning. 

Just before storm #1
Walking straight into storm #2, what a doozy

We’re camping just shy of our intended goal for the day. We saw a flat spot and jumped at the opportunity, as we’re not sure what further on would have camping wise. After the last 2 nights of unflat camping and all the woes that come with it, I’ll happily add on an additional quarter mile to tomorrow’s hike to make it up. In fact, we only have 5 miles tomorrow to Silverton, our last supply and where we’ll meet my dad who so selfishly drove out here to see us! 

Had the option of flagging down the train to get into town, but I’d rather meet my dad at the trailhead!
No, Sheena does not hike in crocs.

We hit 400 miles today, we only have about 86 more miles left before this adventure comes to an end. We’re so close!

Finally a flat spot

Colorado Trail Miles 200-300

Day 19 August 5; 15 miles

The storms blew back through overnight, but nothing too crazy. We all slept well, expect Mike, who was nursing an injured knee. Prior to the trip he was receiving injections to help stave off arthritic pains, but they only do so much… I foresee a knee replacement in his future. He was contemplating bailing out at Buena Vista, especially after a fall a few miles into the morning.

After yesterday’s climbs, we were all hesitant to get to what looked like a monster climb in 3 miles. At the base of the mountain by a trailhead, we stopped to have breakfast when a lovely woman rolled up and asked if anyone needed a ride into town. After much reflection, Mike found it to be the right time to call it and took Fullbird up on her gracious offer. A very teary goodbye (or see you later?) was had by all. I have a feeling we’ll see Mike again.

Because we have an awkward food carry situation right now, we scheduled a pickup with Fullbird on the other side of the mountain to take us into Buena Vista for a small resupply to get us confidently to Salida. I’ve also noticed I’m losing weight and hungry all the time. Hiker hunger has officially set in. And while I purposely tried gaining some weight in preparation for this hike, I think I’m running out of reserves. It’s insane how many calories are burned during thru hiking and while it may be impossible to keep up, I have to beef up my calories. So a resupply is necessary. We were so thankful for Fullbird’s offer… we just had to get over the nasty climb.

And what a truly nasty little climb it was. It took a decent amount of time to conquer it. With steep grades and hot sun, we welcomed in the building storm clouds if only to block out the grueling sun. Eventually we got to the top and David and I decided to go the extra 100’ to the very tippy top for an excellent view. There I was able to coordinate with Fullbird (we now call her Mamabird) for a later pickup. This was where David parted ways. He’s tacking on quite a few more miles today to get to Princeton Hot Springs for a nice relaxing nero day tomorrow.

Selfie at the top!

With less pressure to make it to the trailhead so soon, we carefully managed the steep descent to county rd 306. During that time we did get rained on, but we were on our way into town so who cares.

A soggy descent to 306

Mamabird was ready to grab us soaked drowning baby birds and took us to get some groceries as well as actual food. Having hiked the PCT with her sister and niece last year, she knows how difficult trail life can be and now finds fulfillment by giving it back to needy CT hikers. She even let us into her home to fill water and dump trash. Had she not have family coming from New Zealand tomorrow, she would’ve even offered us a spot in her house for the night! What a true angel. And I think all those prayers from home are being answered because we have been nothing but blessed by the folks we’ve met out here on the trail.

After a huge dinner and goodbye to Mamabird, a bad batch of weather started rolling in. We originally were going to hike a few more miles, but being exhausted from two tough days and not wanting to get caught in a storm, we quickly set up camp right by the trailhead. And as I type this out now, it’s loudly thundering right over us and pouring rain, so I think we made the right call. The next few days look very forgiving, so I think we’ll be able to make up some miles and even have a rest day soon! And just like that, a group of about 30 soaking wet kids, likely Boy Scouts, just rolled up looking for a space to camp. Poor things are waiting out the storm before setting up camp. They might be in it for the long run, but hopefully it ends soon so they’re not loud when it’s time to go to bed, we all need our sleep!

The next morning with all the tents!

Day 20 August 6; 15 miles

What an odd night. With the storm lasting hours, I was in and out of sleep starting at 7pm. I was shocked when nothing woke up me up – not Sheena or the 13 people who showed up in the middle of the storm setting up camp. It was lights out for me until my bladder forced me out of the tent, only to come back to a migraine that lasted all night. When I woke up in the morning I was shocked to see all the tents surrounding us. What a good crew – they were so quiet and respectful!

We started off the morning with a small climb that was so much more manageable than the previous 2 days. The grade was forgiving and the clouds started rolling in shortly before we reached the top. We had lunch and were able to dry out our soaking gear. Just in time for the rain! We had a good downhill where we experienced on and off rain with thunder. If anything it really made the mountains look mean, shrouded in clouds with lightning striking the granite.

The sky was angry that day, my friend!

Towards the end of the descent to Mt Princeton, we had a decent road walk. At one point we were walking on a cliff edge with blind corners, not the most ideal place for a walker, especially with the rain. At this point it became a matter of safety. I lazily put out my thumb to see if anyone would want to give two hikers who smelled worse than a wet dog a short ride to the hot springs. Sure enough, on the first try, Bruce stopped and offered a ride, quite surprised that we only wanted a 1/4 mile hitch. He offered to take us to our final destination (our campsite for the night, not Durango – though I’m sure he’d drive us that far even!) but I wanted to walk the last 2.4 miles. What I didn’t realize was those miles were also on the road. D’oh!

So after a quick snack at the Mt. Princeton hot springs we were on our way avoiding cars on the very busy no shoulder road. Soon we turned onto a small county road running parallel to a busy river that was lined with the cutest little cottages.

Eventually we made it to our destination, bootleg campground. And wouldn’t you know, for the third night in a row we made camp with seconds to spare before getting poured on with a side of deafening thunder. This time the storm got a little spicy and threw some hail our way. This is quite honestly getting old, would love for some good weather to come back our way.

You wouldn’t believe that it was dumping rain and hail just 10 min before this

Day 21 August 7; 8 miles

After a night of on and off rain, the universe decided to wake me up with a wickedly nauseous stomach. I won’t go into too much detail, but thank god Sheena brought a whole pharmacy with her. We both haven’t been feeling great the last day or two, we’re hoping we picked up a small bug from somewhere and not the infamous giardia.

Just a small note on how small the world is, at dinner (impeccably timed between rain), I spotted someone with an Eagles hat. Having sold Eagles merchandise (hats specifically) for a few years in college, I can spot them from a mile away. Turns out he’s from the next town over from me. Lots of South Jerseyians gracing the trail with our presence!

We set out for what was expected to be an easy day with small and manageable climbs. Unfortunately for me, my stomach made every step feel like an effort. I had no energy and my muscles did not want to work to get me moving normally. With long rest breaks required every half mile not only for exhaustion but bathroom breaks – I knew something was wrong. We formulated a plot to ask anyone we saw day hiking to potentially take us into town.

During a rest two ladies on horses (of all the horse poo we’ve seen on this trail, we had yet to see a horse – until today!) strolled by us. After talking and petting the horses, Sheena asked if they could take us into town. If we could coordinate our end times, they’d be happy to. We had 2+ miles to get to the trailhead by foot vs their steeds, so the chance of meeting them was unlikely but worth the risk.

With the only thing I could stomach being fruit snacks, I felt a little better after talking to the ladies. But it didn’t last very long. I was right back to walking like I had a few too many drinks and feeling even worse. Knowing we probably wouldn’t make time getting to the trailhead (it was an additional 1.5 miles), we ran into a woman waiting for her husband and daughter hiking a falls trail. We let her know we were meeting someone to get picked up, but wasn’t likely to happen. She said if we were still at the trailhead when they came down, they would take us.

Turns out we didn’t make it in time for the horse ladies and thankfully the family was happy to give us a ride. They were such a nice family from Florida visiting for the week. With it being such a bumpy ride, I had to work at not throwing up in their rental with such a queasy stomach. And I was successful! They were so kind and friendly, we couldn’t thank them enough for their generosity.

I have a saint for a cousin who lives in Salida who was gracious enough to host us as we recovered. I showered and am planning on going to bed super early to help fight off whatever is going on in my body.

No pictures, I barely even remember this day!

Days 22/23: off days in Salida

I woke up the next morning at 6:30am. I have never slept that much in my life. Almost 16 hours! I felt refreshed but my stomach was definitely not where it needed to be to get back on the trail. We decided to take at least 2 days off trail to recoup, it would be a disaster to push forward with a bad stomach and total food aversion. I have already lost 12 pounds at this point, I’ll be running low on reserves soon! 

Taking Fetty for a walk, got in my cat fix!

I went to urgent care where I was given antibiotics as a precaution for girardia. Really hoping it clears up before that happens! 

The rest of our time in Salida we putz around, exploring the town and going shopping for resupply. By the time Friday rolled around, I was feeling up to eating. We had breakfast with Stephen, someone I met on Instagram who has also hiked the CT in addition to the PCT and AT and has also ridden the transam and the southern tier. Talk about a resume! He happened to be in town and we picked his brain for CT tips all while I accidentally insulted his mother. Debbie sounds like a lovely woman who raised an excellent son. 

We also were reunited with David who just wrapped up his section hike, only to return to the trail next week to complete the whole trail! After back to back 25+ mile days, he was understandably famished and we enjoyed a good dinner with him while also picking his brain, without insulting any family members. 

We are going to slackpack tomorrow in an attempt to see if we’re truly ready to be on the trail after the last few days. With easy elevation and a light back, fingers crossed we’ll be okay! 

Day 24 August 10: 14.4 miles

Feeling better, I was ready to test the waters with a slackpack day. Tess was kind enough to brave a rocky unpaved road to get us up to Marshall pass trailhead. We said see ya later and headed out on our way. 

When we reached the summit of a short climb, we were greeted with epic panoramic views of mountains and green valleys. We also were accompanied by what felt like thousands of mountain bikers, for whom we constantly had to jump off trail to prevent a wreck. While they were obviously having fun and enjoying a nice Saturday ride, it was concerning as a hiker how fast they were going around blind turns. Luckily we avoided any fatalities. 

After a few pictures, we were ready for our 8 mile descent. It was quick and unnoteworthy aside from Sheena meeting some women who offered us a ride back into Salida. Soon, however, we realized they were taking the west route while we opted for the east. Alas, another opportunity gone with the wind. 

After an uneventful descent down to rt 50 (encountered one small storm and a lot of sad soggy hikers who have spent the last few nights getting dumped on), we were ready for what was expected to be a long hitch. According to everything I’ve read and everyone we talked to, I thought it would take no shorter than 20 min to get a ride into town. Without much time to spare, we got right to it and wouldn’t you know, we got a ride in 1min30sec. A new record!

Shane and Braxton were on a father son road trip before Braxton was headed to his freshman year at Kansas State this week. They were on their way back to Kansas from Durango when they decided we didn’t look like axe murderers and gave us a ride to town. 

In all, I feel about 85% back to normal. I’m still a little queasy with certain foods and appetite hasn’t kicked in fully, but I’m certain with time I’ll be back to full capacity. I’m confident that getting back on the trail tomorrow with a full pack is the right move, and should things go awry there are bailout points along the way. 

After dinner, showers, and arranging a ride back to the trailhead for the morning, we’re off to sleep for the last night in a bed for a while. 

Day 25 August 11: 16.6 miles

What a sad morning. I said goodbye to the comfiest bed I have ever laid in, Tess’ 3 amazing cats that medicated my pet need, and Tess. I cannot thank her enough for her hospitality and kindness during our stay in Salida. She was integral on getting us healthy and back on the trail. 

Because she’s flying back home this morning, she wasn’t able to give us a ride back to the trailhead. So we arranged for a taxi and we were on our way. 

With our next resupply close to 90 miles away, we have a very heavy food carry to get us there. After yesterday’s light pack, that food felt like a ton. But luckily the elevation profile for the next few segments looks forgiving for not only the heavy food, but also for picking up miles. 

The day started with heavy fog right out of Middle Earth. It did start to lift after a few hours and we knew we were entering the dreaded “cow patty” section. This is where the water is scarce and the water that is available is contaminated with cow poo. Yum, just what an unsettled tummy wanted! So along with a heavy food carry, we knew we would want to stock up on water too, just adding to the already busting packs. 

We’re upping mileage in an attempt to make it to Durango by the 24th. We’ve been out here long enough, no need to drag it out!

My appetite has not returned and I am a little worried about losing more weight. I’m definitely losing muscle (but when men would routinely comment on how jealous they are of my arms, I’m happy to lose a bit of muscle), and I’m not sure how sustainable living off reduced calories is when we still have well over 200 miles left. I still feel strong and capable- but for how long? Hopefully my hiker hunger comes back soon! 

Lil Bessie is reunited with her cow family! We are officially in the dreaded cow country, where cow patties are bountiful and water must be ultra filtered

We ended the day a little shorter than anticipated when a good camping spot showed up. We ate dinner, reacquainted ourselves with a bear hang, and are ready for bed. Hopefully no cows come along in the middle of the night!

Day 26 August 12: 17 miles

I don’t even know what to say about last night. We went to bed with clear skies, convinced that we evaded what most other hikers weren’t so fortunate- the nightly rains. When preparing for this trip, I was ready for daily afternoon storms, after all July is monsoon season. What I was not prepared for were nightly terror sessions with abundant lightning and buckets of rain. But sure enough, at 11pm I was awoken by paparazzi lightning and booming thunder. What was so specifically odd about this storm was there wasn’t any rain or wind. It was so still. But up here, if there’s lightning you want rain, as wildfire can be sparked with just one strike – and there were thousands of them. Some a little too close to our tents. But alas, after about an hour, the rains came and didn’t stop for what felt like the entire night. Great – another wet morning with wet gear. 

I can’t speak for the view for the vast majority of today’s hike, as I was forced to keep my head down looking at the trail to manage the excessive amount of rocks. I understand why they’re there – for drainage and to prevent erosion, but my goodness are they beyond annoying. Careful attention has to be paid lest you roll and break an ankle. 

In addition to rocks, there was an abundance of wild raspberries that lined the trails! Now I’m not one to go off and taste random berries I see out in the wild, but I know a raspberry when I see one. And wow were they good. Tart and perfectly ripe, I had my fair share and left the rest for the bears. 

Best raspberries Mother Nature could produce

Afternoon storms blew through soaking us with rain, but they were short lived and we kept our fingers crossed that there won’t be any more 11pm lightning storms tonight. 

Today was one of those days where I really missed home. I miss my cozy house and all the animals that live there, my friends, family, and particularly badly, I miss my old routine. Being out in the wilderness is definitely difficult (but rewarding) and really makes you yearn for just simple routine. If only I could not have to worry about going back to work!

Officially hit 300 miles today, only a few hundred more separate us from returning back to normalcy!

Colorado Trail Miles 100-200

Day 10 July 27; 15 miles

After having a great and filling dinner with Mike and a night’s rest in an actual bed, we woke up ready to take on the day of slackpacking.

For those who don’t know what slackpacking in, it’s when you leave all your gear at a safe place where you finished your previous day’s hike, take transportation up the trail, then hike back. It’s favorable because you can get in a lot of miles with a lighter pack. We thought this was a great idea, and even convinced Mike to join us.

We caught the bus over to Copper Mountain and after an unnecessary mile road walk, we finally found the trail. And it was all serendipitous because guess who we saw crossing the street just as we were approaching? KDog! We were so excited to see him looking strong as ever. After a short hello and goodbye, we set off for the day.

Mike leading the charge

The first 5 miles were a climb. An unrelentless climb. People suggest slackpacking because it’s easier to get a big climb out of the way early and enjoy a less intense descent back to Breck. Boy, were we served a lesson. We quickly realized that maybe this wasn’t the best idea, the grade of that climb was aggressive even with a light pack. But it’s the decision we made and we were gonna stick with it.

After a few hours we made it above tree line and what a sight that was. It was dizzying how exposed we were and with one misstep we would surely meet our maker. We could see for miles which commanded frequent stops just to take it all on.

During our ascent, we ran into many people we met on the trail. Because we were going the opposite direction, we were met with many confused looks. We saw the Lobbyist, Ben and Matt of the former Foursome, Chickadee, Liz, and Gizmo.

We finally got to the top and took plenty of pictures, elated that the climb was finally over. But soon dread took over. It was already early afternoon and we still had 8 whole miles to address. Sure it was all downhill, but 8 miles is 8 miles and we were already fatigued from that Appalachian graded climb!

But we troopered on. After outrunning a nasty storm, we arrived back at the bus stop at 6:46p, just one minute after the bus. Shucks. We had to wait a whole hour before the next one. This day just didn’t want to end! Luckily with good conversation that hour flew by and we arrived back at the air bnb exhausted and ready for bed.

At least the wildflowers were in full bloom

Looking back on it, I would not choose to slackpack this segment. It wasn’t worth the aggravation, but hindsight is 20/20. We got to know Mike (aka skyline aka jolly rancher) really well and saw what an inspiration he is. At 70 he’s kicking butt! I’m sure one day we’ll look back on this day with a smile, but that will probably take a while.

Day 11 July 28 13 miles

After the long and arduous journey slackpacking yesterday, we decided to take advantage of warm beds free from bear threats and sleep in a little. And a few cups of coffee help wash down whatever the heck yesterday was!

We had to take the bus back to Copper Mountain to pick back up the south bound route. Mike is taking a few off days in Breck with his family, so I’m sure the next time we see him he’ll be well rested body and soul.

But alas we must trudge on. We had a little later of a start with an unsure plan mileage wise. We have two passes to get over both of which are very exposed at over 12k’. So, like most days, we decided to wing it.

When we got above tree line we were greeted with one of the most gorgeous views. Sprawling green rolling hills with Sierra flavored mountains in the background. I would think I was back on the JMT if not for all the green surrounding me.

After passing Janet’s Cabin (no vacancy) we crossed over Searle Pass. Past this point we considered setting up camp for the night, as we were exhausted from not only yesterday, but the past 10 days of hiking without a rest day. But being over 12k’ and the wind kicking up, we didn’t want to risk a sleepless and freezing night – though for once we weren’t threatened with rain! There was a beautiful blue sky smiling down on us all day. We made the decision to forge forward and push to below tree line. We knew we were in for another late night, but that’s just a part of backpacking.

Atop Searle Pass

We crossed over Elk Ridge, then actually descended to Kokomo Pass. The views were enough to make you involuntary break into singing, “the hills are aliveeeee with the sound of….” But no one actually wants to hear me sing.

This marmot posed for about 10 minutes. He knew how to work it!

Soon we made it to below tree line and found the first acceptable place to camp. It isn’t remotely close to flat, but it’ll do in a pinch. We set up camp, ate, and pulled off a frustrating (though beautiful) bear hang. After that it was dark and time to be reacquainted with our tents and sleeping bags. I’m sure I’ll be dreaming about the delicious food (blueberry pie!) I’m missing out on for family Sunday dinner, but mostly sad I’m missing out on niece and nephew time! Those kids are gonna practically be adolescents by the time I get back!

Day 12 July 29; 12 miles

I really like this campsite. Yes it was a last minute decision made in exhausted haste, but it was quiet, free from animals, and not incredibly cold. I’m expecting to be cold every night moving forward, it’s just what level of cold will I be? Mild? Moderate with shivering? Or maximum with minimal sleep? Last night was mild and manageable, though the sloped ground didn’t promote great sleep.

But the trail doesn’t care about how well you slept so we got ourselves moving right along. The first 5 miles were all downhill and we finished them relatively quickly and stopped for a long break by Camp Hale bunkers, a WWII training camp for the 10th mountain division of the US Army. Pretty cool!

Camp Hale bunkers

The rest of the afternoon was a relatively gentle climb up to Tennessee pass, nothing really to write home about.

When we got into camp (early this time!) Sheena realized she had service and was able to talk to Steve. Ever the brilliant mind, Steve suggested he drive the 15 min to pick us up and spend a night indoors and he’ll drop us off in the morning. What an absolute brilliant plan! Shower, pizza, ice cream, a bed, and coffee in the morning? No brainer. We hustled down to the road and awaited Steve.

Pizza beats cold ramen every time

Day 13 July 30; 13.8 miles

After a night of indulging in pizza, ice cream, and TV, I went off to bed early and had a wonderful night sleep. When you wake up in the middle of the night not knowing where the heck you are, you know you were in a deep sleep.

Got up early to enjoy a cup of coffee or two and to get the pack ready for a little jaunt in the woods. And that’s about all it was. Some nice views, some steep climbs to get there, and ran into a lot of new and old faces.

Freddy heard we had leftover pizza for lunch and refused to leave until we satisfied his craving

With a lighter pack the miles felt much easier and we were ready to be picked up at 4:30p. Thankfully, Sheena’s neighbor was able to grab us so we could enjoy an evening and night complete with tacos, can’t ask for a better way to end a long almost 2 weeks of hiking. We’ll have 2 days off in Leadville as Sheena catches up with real world things and I plan the next few weeks as well as bag the highest mountain in Colorado – Mt. Elbert!

Off(ish) days July 31- August 1

Four whole nights in a bed and four days of real good (and coffee!). Going back to the trail is going to be tough after spending all this time being spoiled in Leadville!

Wednesday I walked into town and planned out the next few weeks. We have some big mile days in our future! Because of time and resupply concerns, we have decided to take the Collegiate East route, as it isn’t as treacherous and has more resupply options, lending itself to lighter packs which is always a plus.

Thursday I decided to take on Mt. Elbert – the tallest mountain in Colorado and second only to Whitney in the contiguous United States. I originally was going to do a side trip up it, as its trailhead is right off the CT. But since Sheena lives so close to it, I decided to seize the opportunity of doing it on a rest day!

It’s a 10 mile out and back route with over 4k’ of elevation gain to the summit of 14.4k’. And it was every bit as tough as you can imagine! Air is thin up there and there are some hefty stretches of over 22% grade. But with time, rest, and persistence I got up there before 9am. It was the most beautiful day – blue skies, 70 degrees, and no wind! So unusual for being that high, I really picked the right day!

There were a lot of folks at the summit, including two women I recognized! We met Kristen and Yvonne a few days prior on the trail. From Switzerland and Germany, they are used to beautiful views! I spent some time at the summit before making my way down. While I could spend all day up there, I had things to do to get back on the trail the next day!

Those things included dropping off our resupply package at Twin Lakes. What a beautiful little town! Driving up to it almost took my breath away with the towering mountains protecting the lake twins underneath. I can’t wait to go back!

Day 16 August 2; 15 miles

4 nights of sleeping in an actual bed and days of eating actual food have made us spoiled. Getting up early to get back on the trail was only worth it for the coffee. Steve saved the day again and dropped us right where we left off Tuesday and we were on our way back to the depths of the forest.

Can’t say this segment lent itself to too many views, it was primarily in the trees. But that’s okay because it was not super strenuous. With rest breaks we were able to cruise into camp at a decent hour. The best part of the hike was walking with views of Mt. Elbert right in front of us. I could even see the exact trail I went up and down yesterday! I knew Elbert would be special, probably why I knew to name my welcome bear after it!

Mt. Elbert

Something of note I forgot to mention in the first 100 mile blog. I can now add hummingbirds to the list of birds I’ve been attacked by. And unfortunately for me, it’s a long list. Birds seem to hate me as much as I hate them. But of all the birds, hummingbirds are the only ones I actually really really love. So imagine how upset I was when I am constantly being attacked by them out here. And there are a ton of them. The most egregious event was one flew right by my head (you can hear their fluttering wings from a mile away) and landed in a tree just feet away from me. We had a mini stare off where I called him a pretty boy and wished him well on his search for nectar. Well he must have taken offense because that small little torpedo of a bird launched itself off that branch and went straight for my head. It was absolutely terrifying. I soon noticed that hummingbirds fancied my head and although I didn’t have any more kamikaze attacks, they loved hovering around me. That’s when it clicked – they don’t actually hate me, they think my head is a flower! I am never without my red Phillies hat, which looks a lot like a hummingbird feeder. I was so happy when I made this connection. Though I’m sure they’re not happy to come out empty beaked (there’s not much in my head – and nectar sure ain’t taking up any valuable real estate), I’m happy my truce has been made with the hummingbird population.

With a good dinner, great bear hang, and a good hour to finish a book (bringing a kindle was worth its weight in gold), I was off to sleep by 9pm. Pretty good day in my book!

Day 17 August 3; 20 miles (10 walked, 10 hitched

Even after all those nights in a bed, there is something comforting about the coziness one finds in a tent. While KDog thinks my tent reminds him of a coffin, I do find great peace and solitude inside that little tent. I would much rather choose to have a toilet than a bed. But all that to say I enjoyed a great night sleep and wasn’t cold for once!

We set out early for a 6 mile walk to Twin Lakes. I dropped off a resupply there after Elbert and was excited to go back. But after carrying only one day’s worth of food, getting a heavy resupply is going to be a wake up call. That’s just the nature of the beast.

It was a relatively mellow walk into town, but a fortunate one for as, as we bumped into Gabby and Ava. We spoke to them for a little and arrived into town together. That’s where we saw Mike! We caught up and he told us all about his wonderful visit with family. He also told us he was apprehensive about doing the collegiate west, as the last few days have been a struggle. I suggested hiking the East with us, as it’s less strenuous and many options to bail out should misfortune arise. He agreed (to his wife Sally, you’re welcome – I’m sure you were worried about him!) and just like that the three amigos were reunited.

Approaching Twin Lakes

Talk about misfortune- we also ran into LifeSaver, who we saw in the beginning and figured he’d be practically done by now. He unfortunately suffered from a pretty severe infection that landed him in the hospital for almost a week. I couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if things took a turn for the worst when out in the wilderness. But at 19 he has youth on his side and seemingly can bounce right back from near death.

Back in late June there was a substantial wildfire that greatly affected the Twin Lakes area. For a while, both the East and west collegiate routes had significant detours. Prior to today, there was a lot of misinformation about which was opened when. Turns out the East has an 8 mile detour in place through exposed highway and county roads. Being that it was in the 90s, blazing hot, no shade, and no water, walking the detour was out of the question. We decided we were going to hitch it then and there, and with the general store telling us it was currently the busiest day of the year, we figured getting a hitch may not be so hard.

That’s when I remembered Gabby telling me her wife would be picking her up around noon. I relayed the information to Sheena who felt comfortable asking if we could join and get dropped off at the end of the detour. Fortune favors the bold and while mike and I were unsuccessfully sticking out our thumbs for a ride, Sheena gave us a thumbs up that we had a ride! And before we knew it 6 of us stuffed into a Subaru and we were on our way. And we couldn’t be more grateful because wow that road looked treacherous, hot, and dusty. We passed one unfortunate soul huffing it but with Gabby stuffed in the trunk, we had no room to offer her.

When we were dropped off we realized that the hitch took off 10 miles of the hike, giving us a good excuse to have a shorter afternoon hike and a good reprieve at camp. With it still hot and exposed, we again were grateful for our fate. And the views were incredible, some of the best so far. Upon coming to the ridge of a climb, we were greeted with one of the most beautiful canyon sights. Cloaked in green, it felt like we were in the middle of a fjord in Norway. Very magical.

The view stopped us dead in our tracks

We got into camp late afternoon with plenty of time to soak our feet in a creek and just relax. Again, could not have asked for a more perfect day.

Day 18 August 3; 15 miles

After a great night of sleep on an actual flat surface, I was ready for what the day was to bring. And that was some pretty hefty climbs. We had David join us. He’s segment hiking the trail throughout the summer and liked our 15 mile/day plan so he decided to join the crew.

4500’ climbs over a few miles is pretty aggressive, and we afforded a lot of time to complete them. Thankfully we managed and completed 15 miles before 6pm, just in time for the heavens to open. We had just enough minutes to set up our tents before the big show started with drenching rain and loud thunder. Luckily it didn’t last long and we all emerged from our tents eager to eat dinner. We also showed off our bear hanging skills and taught David the fine art of finding the perfect tree, tossing the rock over (though he has impeccable aim – just ask any squirrel – they curse his name), and heaving and hoing until it’s perfectly nestled high up in the trees. We have become bear hang masters.

Made a side trip to Rainbow Lake. Wouldn’t say it was worth it
200!!

Today was a super long day, but we have officially gotten 200 miles under our belts. The next few days look like they could go any which way, hopefully everything goes in our favor.

Four Passes Loop (Colorado) 2022

In 2018 I was fortunate enough to hike the Four Passes Loop in the Snowmass Wilderness of Colorado with my dad and two brothers. Fresh off the John Muir Trail, I was ready to take on the challenges that climbing four passes presents. Assaulted by bad weather and left almost abandoned until the fateful flip of a coin determined we trudge along (you can read about it here https://emiliebikesandhikes.com/2021/01/03/four-passes-loop-2018/). I remember this hike being one of the most gorgeous trails I’ve ever been on, so when Sheena, Craig, and Jordan suggested hiking it this summer, of course I jumped on the opportunity!

Flashback to 2018 Four Passes Loop

Since hiking it in 2018, a lot has changed logistically to get to the trail due to the spike in popularity (thanks COVID). But I won’t bore you with the details. The most important thing is that the hike still does not require permits to hike – so the most frustrating aspect of most hikes wasn’t a factor this time around, which made my frantic 2 week preparation for the hike easy!

Having experienced a bad case of altitude sickness on the JMT, I knew I needed to acclimate in order to safely and happily climb four passes all over 12,000 feet without wanting to jump off to alleviate the headache, nausea, and weakness altitude tends to bring. I was fortunate enough to be in Colorado the same time as Aaron, who I met 2 years ago in Florida and was such a help last year during the Southern Tier in Texas. After spending some time with his mom Ronie in Loveland, we headed into the mountains to spend time with his sister and her daughters in Alma, CO. Infamous for being the highest town in the US at 10,301′, I knew there was no better place to acclimate. And imagine my delight when I realized that I rode my bike past Audrey’s house just 6 years ago (to the day!) on the transam during the 100+ mile day death march through the Rockies. Memories flooded back as I witnessed 7 different TransAmers ride past the house, either relieved from conquering Hoosier Pass or pedaling slowly up it. I experienced no altitude symptoms as I enjoyed my time in Alma. I was able to run, walk MarnDog (coolest dog West of the Mississippi), hike, play in an extremely competitive matching game tournament, explore the surrounding towns, cheer on Juniper at baseball, and just in general have a great time with everyone. Audrey, Bella, and June were absolute delights to stay with and may have planted a seed to look into that area to move sometime in the future!

Troll of Breckenridge with Aaron and the girls

Alas, the tourist fun had to come to an end and it was time to meet up with Sheena and the guys in Avon. Aaron was kind enough to take us to the trailhead bright and early Friday morning to get an early start. Envious from the beauty of just the trailhead, Aaron wished he could join us. Maybe a third trip around the loop is in my future! With Sheena fresh off a 12 hour workshift and the guys coming in late from a concert at the Red Rocks, no one was ready to take on the first day with sufficient sleep, but the mountains were calling and this was not the time to complain about being sleepy!

Day 1: 11.5 miles 3462′ elevation gain

And so we were off! With a slight drizzle we hiked 1.5 miles to Crater Lake, the official start (for us) of the loop. After a few pictures, we split up.

All smiles before the trek!

Not wanting to slow down the boys, Sheena and I stayed back to take our time. With the amount of people on this popular trail, finding campsites can be challenging. We told the boys to secure a site and, “we’ll get there when we get there”. With two passes to get over the first day, we didn’t want to feel rushed.

Heading towards Crater Lake
Heading towards Maroon Pass

We took our minds off the initial climb up Maroon Pass by catching up (wow, there was a lot to catch up on!). As we climbed, memories from my first trek around the loop came flooding back, including memories of bad weather. Which was exactly what was rolling in. Knowing powerful afternoon storms are common in the mountains and being atop a pass is not where you want to be, I grew slightly anxious at the gathering clouds. But we hustled up Maroon Pass, avoiding any sign of danger. I am certain my mom’s prayers for us helped keep the monsoon at bay. In 2018, the weather prevented a good look out from Maroon Pass. This was not the case this time around. This hike was worth it if only to see that view. What absolute beauty! A valley full of angry boisterous clouds on one side, rolling hills of brilliant green on the other. We spend some time taking in the beauty, but it was getting late and the clouds were getting darker. After all, we had another pass to get over!

Atop Maroon Pass!
View from the other side of the pass.

We enjoyed the descent and eventual gradual climb to Frigid Air Pass. There was beauty everywhere we looked. I remember it being stunning four years ago – but not this stunning! Wildflowers were in full bloom, accenting the vibrant green with yellows, magentas, blues, and lavenders. It was dazzling and felt like walking through a field of dreams.

Tiny patch of wildflowers.

Those dreams quickly turned to nightmares, however, as we approached the last half mile of the pass. With vivid memories of it’s harsh grade and unforgiving steepness, I didn’t sugar coat it for Sheena – this was going to suck. But, always one to impress with her tenacity and determination, an already exhausted Sheena (who had COVID just 2 weeks ago) rose to the occasion and conquered the pass like a seasoned pro. The last 100′ of the pass was ungodly steep. Not even the Grand Canyon has grades like that! We weren’t the only ones struggling. There was a train of about 15 people behind us slowly ascending the slope with various degrees of obvious outward pain. I was thankful for these people, as lightning and thunder were present in the distance I felt more secure with my decision to ascend the pass in inclement weather. At least I wasn’t the only idiot, ha! After getting to the summit and celebrating with pictures, it started to rain and we scurried down off the pass quickly to below treeline.

Frigid Air Pass Conquered!
Happy to be done with that pass! (as I raise my poles in triumph with lightning in the area – doh!)

Without service, we were left to blindly find Craig and Jordan. We would yell “Craig? Jordan!?” to any pair of tents we came across. I’m sure we startled more than one unsuspecting camper retreating into their tents to shield them from the rain. After a few unsuccessful “This has gotta be them!”s, we finally found them around 7pm. They were also rightfully exhausted. So much so, in fact, that they went straight to sleep after we arrived. We scarfed down dinner and sought shelter into our tents for some much needed rest. What a long, exhausting day. But I couldn’t be more proud or feel more accomplished. We did today what took me 2 days to complete 4 years ago! Two passes done, two to go!

Camp for night 1

Day 2: 8.16 miles, 2202′ elevation gain

Let me preface this with the disclaimer that my memory is extremely poor. If I don’t write it down, it will likely escape my brain. I wrote the 2018 blog post 2.5 years after the fact, based purely on memory. Then I forgot to read it before embarking on this journey. I do NOT have any memory of today’s pass being this brutal! I’ll get to that in a minute.

Today started slowly. After a long day yesterday, a long rest was necessary. I slept well enough – awoken throughout the night by gentle rain. I got out of my tent later than ever at 6:30am. The boys were experiencing altitude symptoms (which apparently they were suffering from all day yesterday as well). Fortunately, after eating and waking up, they started to feel better. We were on our way at 9:30am, a much later start than Sheena and I are used to. On our bike tours we were usually hitting the road by 7:30am! But with only one pass to conquer, 3 less miles, and my poor memory assuring Sheena today wouldn’t be tough, we weren’t concerned about the late start.

Mama Mia that’s a spicy Italian Paintbrush!

The first two miles were glorious. Mostly downhill, we stuck with the boys where in Sheena’s sleep deprived state, she told us all about the various wildflowers, including the infamous Italian Paintbrushes, or more commonly known as Indian Paintbrushes.

Marmot! One of these little buggers ate both of my trekking pole handles!

We all knew Trailrider Pass was going to be long and unpleasant, me especially, but apparently the trauma of the pass escaped my memory. Because this thing started aggressively and was relentless, like Frigid Air on steroids. 2.5 miles of steep climbs we took in stride. The boys went ahead as we trudged along slow and steady. Again, having the guys secure a campsite ahead of time decreased anxiety immensely about where we were staying the night. Tired from yesterday, it took a good while to get up the beast, including many mental health breaks. But together, Sheena and I did it. I tried distracting her with a brain teaser, which proved futile as she solved it in less than 2 minutes. Darn that brain of hers! As a further attempt of distraction, we calculated how much of a mechanical disadvantage Sheena is in compared to me. We calculated that my strides are a little shy of 30% longer than her’s just by the simple fact that I’m taller. Interesting, I’m sure the guy’s are at least 50% larger! No wonder they can charge ahead so quickly.

Last few steps of Trailrider

At the top we rested for a while, taking in the views of what looked like a tiny Snowmass Lake, our destination for the night.

Look at that view!
A storm blowing across Snowmass Lake

We were excited for the descent, unsuspecting of what was to come. Going down proved itself just as treacherous as going up. From steep rocky trail to falling victim to a snow patch to transversing loose boulders that could lead to a dramatic end, getting down Trailrider Pass was no easy task.

Us slipping and sliding down the only patch of snow on the whole trail. Caught it all on video too, ha!
Snowmass Lake was more stunning than I remembered
If you zoom in real close you can see Sheena crossing the boulder field. Looks are deceiving – this was A LOT more terrifying than it probably looks.

But we did it! Eventually we found the boys around 7pm. They got there early and secured an awesome site near the lake. It was gorgeous, but like everything else, the mosquitoes took out a lot of the enjoyment! I caught the sunset, ate dinner, and am now ready for another early night turn in.

Camp night 2
Snowmass Lake

Day 3: 9 miles, 1726′ elevation gain

Once again I woke up at the most inconvenient time to have my bladder request an emptying. Seeing it was only 2am, I couldn’t possibly hold it until my alarm went off, so out into the dark I went. Upon arriving back to my tent, I looked toward the lake. The mountains that towered over the trees were bathed in the moonlight, their granite faces illuminated in such a way that almost beckoned me to take a closer look. When mountains call, I must go. So with a light on in my tent to guide me back and armed with a headlamp, I made my way to the lake. But not without trouble. There are a dozen trails to the lake, and after taking the wrong one and ending up almost walking right into another hiker’s tent, I abandoned my mission and retreated back to my tent. But alas, stubborn old me told myself that my parents didn’t raise a quitter and I set back out to the lake. Second times the charm and I arrived unscathed to an absolute magnificent sight. The lake was still and the mountains towered above like silent stone kings. The stars were glittering above, dotting the night sky with pinpoints of light adding to the brilliance of the display. The magnitude of what I was seeing and the silence surrounding me was both calming and alarming at the same time. Terrified isn’t the right word, the closest feeling I can relate this to is seeing the total eclipse during total inclusion. Almost a primal fear filled my veins, but I couldn’t stop watching. I tried to take a few pictures, but none could possibly do this experience justice. I sat for a few minutes to soak it all in before stumbling back to my tent.

Pictures cannot possibly do this justice.

Not soon after I was awakened to get ready for the last day on the trail. Sheena and I both agreed it was a good idea to get up and out early to get over the final pass before afternoon. Considering I couldn’t trust my memory, for all we knew the last pass will be just as treacherous as the last two. We were on our way by 6:45am.

Shielded from the sun by the mountains and cooled by a freezing creek crossing, we headed up the beginning of Buckskin pass swiftly and efficiently. There are a ton of dogs on the trail, which made my heart ache almost as much as my legs. I miss Addie and wish she could be out here with us, but after the trauma of last year’s Tahoe excursion, I will never put her through that again. When I took out my backpack to pack it, she just about cowered in fear – I could see the trauma in her poor little eye! Besides, while most of the dogs out here are extremely well behaved, more than a few unleashed dogs posed a few problems and Addie would not put up with that. She’s in good hands at home with my parents.

That water was painfully cold

About half way up, our progress slowed only slightly as the sun appeared and heated the mountain. Fortunately, the last half of the pass proved to be more forgiving than all of the other passes. The grade lessened and Sheena and I arrived to the top together all smiles. The views atop Buckskin were stunning, arguably the best of the hike. Sweeping landscapes of all different colors and textures were a sight for sore eyes (and feet, and legs, and backs). We rewarded our aching bunions with a long break. About half an hour later we were ready to finish the hike. We looked down from where we came from and saw Craig making his way up the pass. Those boys are fast!

Buckskin Pass!
And of course view from the other side!

The way down was quick and soon the boys caught up to us. We all agreed that Buckskin was the easiest of the passes and voted the favorite. The boys got ahead and Sheena and I took our time back to Maroon lake. On our way I ran into Doug, a fellow Widener PT grad! The look of confusion on his face when I yelled his name matched the confusion in my brain of, “I know you… but how and why are you here?!” He is working as a travel PT and lucked out with a Colorado placement. Talk about a small world!

DONE!

Soon we all met back up and took the shuttle and bus into Aspen, happy to take a mode of transportation other than our feet. We congratulated ourselves with shots (Sheena had to have Jameson, of course) and burgers. We were all exhausted and ready to shower and relax.

Waiting for Steve to pick us up in Aspen. Talk about hiker trash!

The Four Passes Loop is a difficult trek for experienced hikers, let alone beginners. But like riding a bike across the country for the first time, Sheena took on this challenge head on and earned the trail name “Trial by Fire”. I’m hopeful this experience didn’t traumatize her from backpacking and that I now have a new trail buddy. Cause like I told her already, if you can finish this trail, you can finish any trail.

Tahoe Rim Trail: Solo

Day 6: Big Meadow Trailhead to Talamac Lake: 21.7 miles

The first day without Addie was sad and lonely to say the least. The only person i had to talk to was boring old me. Addie was at least a captive audience. But I know she’s in good hands with Joan and Greg. I got an update that she has made herself right at home (shocker) and has become great friends with the cat.

The day off yesterday was just what Addie needed. While I ran around collecting resupplies and buying a new water cartridge, Addie relaxed and rested her weary too thick legs. She has forgiven me and returned her normal snuggling ways. Which really tugged at my heartstrings. I feel immense guilt for leaving her and I’m not certain if I’m making the right decision. If I still feel this way on the trail, I’ll just bail out I n Tahoe City, only a couple of days away.

Carson City is a lot nicer and more fun than I was expecting! It has a huge deer population that have not one ounce of fear towards humans. “They’re just vermin,” Joan told me, “And you can always tell who the tourists are because they’re always taking pictures of them!” Well Addie must stick out like a sore thumb because she was paying them all the attention. And they ate it up. They were enamored by her and even followed us a little too closely for an entire block.

This morning I said a tear felt heartbreaking goodbye to Addie and took a shuttle to the trail head. Joe, the driver, was very knowledgeable of Nevada’s past history. We drove past a just put out wild fire that started last week and quickly burnt out 700 acres. The barren charcoaled vastness was alarming and jarring. Soon I was at the trail head and started hiking at 9 AM, a much later start than normal.

Round Lake


Because I do feel so guilty leaving Addie behind, I am going to hike as many miles as I can every day, from just after sunrise to just before sunset. I mean, what else am I going to do? After today. I originally was only going to hike 16 miles, but after getting there at 4:30 PM I thought, “what’s another 5 miles?”

PCT!

The PCT joins for a portion of the TRT. I kept wondering why people were giving me weird looks when I told them I was a through hiker and I have been on the trail for five days. I totally forgot I was on the PCT. Sure, nearly 20 miles a day is pretty good, but not good enough to get to here from Mexico in five days! Ha!


With it getting late, I was ready to be done once I hit Echo Lake. I knew I was cranky when my response to a woman telling me to watch out for mosquitoes was, “you worry about yourself I’ll worry about me.” Yikes, I need a snickers. I mean, she wasn’t wrong, there are a ton of mosquitos, But I didn’t need her sage advice to realize it. I also didn’t need to get that sassy response either, looks like we both learned a lesson.

Echo Lake. There is a little general store there that I got to just as they were closing at 5pm – good timing!


Eventually I made it into Desolation Wilderness, a part of the trail I was really looking forward to as everyone raves of its beauty. I’m really happy Addie isn’t here for it. The terrain is sharp and rocky, surely injuring her delicate little feet since she refuses to wear her booties! Now let me tell you desolation did not start off and on a good foot. Between the rocks, my tired legs, my rumbling belly, bloodthirsty swarming mosquitoes, and the sun setting right in my face, I must’ve look like I just finished 60 mimosas. I was so frustrated that I’m sure I scared any bears away with my clumsy stumbling and frustrating yells. But alas, at 7 PM, I made it to the Tamarack Lake. With just enough sunlight to eat and set up camp, I’m ready to just pass out to the humming of a million mosquitos.


Today was long and I’m feeling it. My feet hurt (my aching bunions!) and my hips are sore. I’m not sure if my old body can handle this high mileage, but I’ll reassess in the morning.

Day 6: Lake Tamarack to Lake Richardson: 22.3 miles

Without having Addie in a tent with me to check on to make sure she’s warmly snuggled in her sleeping bag, I didn’t sleep the greatest despite having a very tired body. The wind kept doing weird things to my tent, making me think they were critters (God forbid a raccoon) rooting by my tent. That coupled with being really hot left me half awake half the night.

Another beautiful sunrise.

But alas, the sun rose and so did I. The mosquitoes were in full force in the morning and I couldn’t break down camp fast enough. Because they were so aggressive, I set out at 5:45 AM and couldn’t find a mosquito free place to eat breakfast until a mile in.

Aloha! Lake

I passed by more lakes today, most noteworthy being Aloha lake. It was very reminiscent of 1000 Island lake on the JMT. It drew in a crowd and was swamped with tents and campers in mosquito nets. At least I wasn’t the only one being assaulted by these bloodthirsty fiends.

After my mental breakdown climbing the pass

On my way up Dicks pass I came to the realization that I’m not enjoying myself. While my body feels fine my mind and heart just aren’t in it. Even such beautiful scenery can’t make me feel like it’s worth it to finish the trail. Sure it would be great to complete, but I actually have a lot more desire to go back home and go back to normalcy. Besides, I really miss Addie. Right after this epiphany, I ran into Blake again. He too was discouraged by the mosquitos, but he’ll be done and out of their path on Tuesday – same as me!

A marmot enjoying the view from Dick’s Pass

The rest of the day wasn’t anything special. Mainly just coming up with a plan to get out. All of this trail I’ve had exceptional service, except the day I really need it. I could do another 22 mile day and end in Tahoe City tomorrow, but I have nowhere to stay. Joan and Greg are hosting an actual cyclist and I cannot contact the warm showers host in Tahoe city. So I’ll plan on a 15 mile day tomorrow and an easy 7 mile day Tuesday into Tahoe city where I’ll pick up my resupply, head to Carson City, then head home.

Contemplating at Fontanillis Lake

This hike certainly didn’t go as planned, but I am learning a lot about failure and humility and when to throw in the towel.



Day 7: Richardson Lake to Ward Creek: 15 miles

Today started out with battling mosquitoes, again. I’m so sick and tired of them. I packed my pack as much as I could in the tent, but when a quarter sized spider joined the party, you bet I flew out of that tent and was happy to be eaten alive by mosquitoes.

The first 8 miles were nothing but mosquitoes. I couldn’t stop to rest, eat, or refill water without getting bombarded. With time, however, they magically went away and I could actually enjoy myself, well as best as I could with aching hips and throbbing feet. 44 miles in 2 days sure beat my body down!

Because it was a “short” day, I slept in (6:15am!) and took my time on the hike. I took lots of rest breaks and tried to enjoy my last full day out here.

The scenery was more or less the same with abundant wildflowers offering a dazzling display of yellows, purples, and pinks lining the trail. Apparently there was no trail maintenance during 2020 (thanks COVID!) and there are downed trees all over the trail, forcing weary hikers (such as yours truly) to get down on their hands and knees and crawl past. All with a very heavy pack. It’s amazing how a Trail 24 inches wide can have so many trees fall right on it. But honestly it’s only a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.


I arrived at my camp around 4:15 PM and saw there was already a tent set up. I recognized it as a girl’s who I have been leapfrogging with all day. Though there was plenty of space for the two of us, I didn’t want to encroach. I dropped my pack and started walking down the trail to find another spot, if there even were any. I was just walking along, minding my own business when I turned a corner and BAM. There was a massive furry creature less than 10 feet from me right in the middle of the trail. It took a second for me to recognize it as a bear. It caught me so off guard I really didn’t know what I was looking at, but it stopped me dead in my tracks. Instinct made me want to run, but luckily logic kicked in. It was a young adult bear and I avoided making eye contact as I slowly backed away. Well, just as confused, it took him a second to recognize me as human. And let me tell you, that second of him analyzing me as threat or prey was terrifying. I could feel him size me up. Even though I was backing up I was still close enough where he could annihilate me in less than a second. But thankfully like most humans, this bear must’ve found me intimidating because he ran back into the woods at a full sprint. And I very swiftly returned to the site, whether that girl liked it or not.

Well, she liked it. I told her about the bear and she was glad to not be alone. In fact, she was a little bummed she didn’t see him herself. Be careful what you wish for. Vivian is 22 years old from the Bay area, but lives in Vancouver working in software. She has also done the JMT and will be doing the Colorado Trail right after the TRT (next week!). She has plans to hike the PCT next summer. Oh to be young!

HEYYYY BEAR!!!

As we were having dinner, guess who decided to join us?? THE BEAR! Vivian’s wish to see a bear was granted – on her last night on the trail nonetheless. In fact, she got to see a lot of the bear. He just kept coming closer and closer unfazed by yelling, clapping, or whistles. The only thing that got him to flinch even slightly was waving around and clashing the trekking poles together. He circled us twice and appeared to retreat into the woods from boredom. Apparently we weren’t entertaining enough to stick around, but I think our food might tempt him to come back. On edge, we finished our dinners and chitchatted a little more. Three guys coming down the trail scared us to death, thinking the bear was back. We warned them and they didn’t seem too worried by the potential of running into Mr. bear.

We put our bear canisters far away and when we came back, so did the bear, brazen little thing. I’ve never encountered such a persistent bear. Raccoon, yes. But will bears react to a smack on the nose the same way as a raccoon? Doubtful. And I didn’t want to find out. He eventually moseyed away when one of the three guys came back to tell us they were two more bears by them, only a short walk down the trail. According to one of the guys, one of the bears of was, and I quote, “the biggest F’ing bear I’ve ever seen!” Splendid. Hopefully she stays over there. I’m fine with our little guy. In fact, he’s pretty darn cute. I’m confident that though he might came back at night I think he has a healthy enough fear of us that he’ll leave us alone, at least I hope. I have little Addie to get back to, I can’t leave her an orphan!

Luckily it’s only 7 miles to Tahoe city where I’ll drop out tomorrow. So the lack of sleep I’m sure to experience won’t affect tomorrow too much. And if I wake up without food? Whatever, I can last 7 miles without eating. Good night!


Day 8: Ward Creek to Tahoe City: 7 miles

1:00am: The breaking of branches broke me out of my sleep, heart racing. Oh no. They found them. The bear canisters we so craftfully shoved into the dead, twisted branches of a fallen tree. The mangled and misshapened fortress has failed us. Maybe we’ll still have food in the morning.

1:15am: Well that was definitely the unmistakable sound of a bear canister being assaulted by a bear. At least it’s 500’ away and not over by us. Please don’t come sniffing over here!

Better the canister than my skull

At 6am I woke up and peeked out my tent. I was surprised I was able to sleep so soundly after waking up to all that bear noise. I saw one canister out in the open, not where we left it. I walked up to it and saw it was mine. But it was intact! Only suffered a few bite and claw marks. But where was Vivian’s? I couldn’t find it. And neither could she, even after a pretty significant search. It was nowhere to be found – probably displayed as a trophy in the bear’s den, proud of his accomplishment of fooling those silly humans.

Oh the irony. The bear didn’t appreciate this sticker.

I gave her some of my snacks and she was on her way. I followed shortly after, ready to get out of the bear’s territory. I swiftly completed the 7 miles because there was quite frankly nothing to look at. Unless you’re enamored by active logging operations, there was really nothing to pay attention to besides getting to Addie soon. After doing some errands in Tahoe City I was on my way to do just that! And when I did, I’ve never seen her so happy before. She jumped into my arms and I nearly started crying.

This trip, though it didn’t go as planned, was a true learning experience for me. I think this chapter of my life may be coming to an end and this summer might be my last hurrah. While I have thoroughly enjoyed taking advantage of my youth by doing many long adventures, I think I’m ready to settle down and live a more normal life with more relaxing vacations. And I think Addie might be in agreement.

Four Passes Loop (Colorado) 2018

Fresh off the John Muir Trail, I had a choice to make. Either go back to work or join my dad and brothers on a backpacking trip in Colorado. Was it even really a choice? I still had my trail legs and didn’t even have to unpack Big Booty Judy. Besides adopting Addie, this was the easiest decision of my life. I purchased a flight and soon found myself in Denver heading over to Estes Park to start the acclimation process.

My dad took it upon himself to fully research The Four Passes Loop. For the first time in a long time I didn’t have to worry about logistics, camping spots, or mileage. I put my full faith in my dad’s apt ability to make sure everything is planned down to the very minute. And considering he’s the one who taught me everything I know, I trusted him implicitly! And it felt pretty great to just go along for the ride (or really the hike) without all the headaches that responsibility brings with it.

Four Passes Loop Trail map. We were headed clockwise.
https://scoutingmagazine.org/2016/08/plan-backpacking-trip-colorados-four-pass-loop/

The Four Passes Loop is one of the most sought after loop trails in the United States. a 27 mile loop trail near Aspen CO, the trail takes a hiker over (you guessed it…) four passes around the Maroon Bells. Because I did zero planning or research, I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. However, I wasn’t really too worried since I figured if I could handle the JMT, a 4 day low mileage hike should be a walk in the park. I didn’t look at a map or elevation profile. Looking back at it, maybe I should have. But it was also thrilling going in totally unaware of what challenges I might encounter.

Elevation Profile Four Pass Loop
Elevation profile I should have studied before setting out.
http://hikingwalking.com/index.php/destinations/co/co_cent/aspen/four_pass_loop
Typical Keane photo

The first day in Colorado we all hiked in Rocky Mountain National Park to acclimate. Even though I had just previously spent 3 weeks at altitude, I was worried that being home at sea level for 2 weeks knocked out that advantage. Having suffered so much from altitude sickness the first few days of the JMT, I wanted to avoid nonstop vomiting and praying for a less painful death at all costs. I was more than happy to spend some time at altitude taking in the scenery of RMNP. The first day we hiked out of Bear Lake Trailhead and headed up to Emerald Lake, an easy first day trek of just 4.1 miles.

Emerald Lake
Heading back down from Emerald Lake

The next day we upped the ante and tackled the Sky Pond trail, an 8.5 mile climb that was a lot more technical than I had anticipated. We had to climb up a 30′ water fall full of other eager hikers. The weather wasn’t exactly our friend once we reached the highest spot, with cold gusty winds that threatened to soak us with rain, but it was beautiful. And being close to 11k’, we all did very well and felt confident that we were ready to set out for the Four Passes Loop.

At Sky Pond
Nothing better than those Colorado views!
Cautiously climbing down the waterfall

Realizing that the weather in CO can turn cold pretty quickly and all of us packed shorts, we stopped at REI to grab pants. I also remembered last minute that my air mattress failed the last few nights of the JMT. Not wanting to spend 3 restless nights being jabbed by rocks and sticks, I quickly picked up an ultralight mattress. I was slowly but surely on my way to becoming an ultralight hiker – ha!

And so it was time! Because it is such a popular spot and is threatened to be loved to death, the rangers have rightly attempted to control visitors by shutting down parking lots between 8am and 5pm. If you arrive between those times you’ll be turned away and forced to take an expensive shuttle into the park. We just made it and luckily for us we found a great parking spot in the overnight lot! We filled out permits (who knows how long a non-lottery permit system will last) and we set out, just as clouds were rolling in.

The journey begins!

We spent some time at Crater Lake taking in the views, getting to see why it’s one of the most photographed places in Colorado. We weren’t the only ones enjoying the beauty. There were loads of day trip tourists, one of whom scored a scolding from my dad for flying a drone.

We pressed on as the clouds rolled in and the temperatures dropped. Soon it was quite cold and the wind was really picking up. I was worried that if it poured we’d all get hypothermia and die. Yes it was August, but once temperatures hit 60, if you don’t get dry and into a warm spot, you’re vulnerable to succumb to the effects of hypothermia. While a farfetched scenario, considering we all had pretty decent sleeping bags, I was still fearful. Or at least really unwilling to be uncomfortable for a night. I pushed that thought into the back of my mind and pressed on.

Starting to feel the chill

Along the way we met John and his dog, Sadie. Being a dog friendly trail, I was sad Addie had to sit this one out but I was happy to see another four legged creature loving life. We talked to John briefly and then proceeded to find a camp for the night a few miles down the trail. After much debate, we settled on a spot right when it started to rain. John caught up with us and set his tent in the same spot as ours. We set up our tents quickly and sought shelter. Soon the rain eased and we ate a quick dinner and got to know John better before it started right back up. The rain didn’t stop the whole night and we were stuck in our tents until the morning, something the JMT trained me well for.

Having a blast in-between rain soaks! John to the right.

The morning didn’t show much promise. The higher elevations was covered in snow and the rain didn’t stop down where we were. We were all cold and wet, miserably eating our breakfast trying our best to dodge raindrops. The first words of doubt started to bubble up in conversation. John and Sadie decided that the weather was not in their favor and the poor forecast forced their hand at heading back. They said they’ll try to attempt it in a few days in clearer weather, but going counter-clockwise. If they succeeded in waiting out the weather, we would likely see them again towards the end of our journey.

We packed up our wet tents and slogged forward. The rain did ease, but being cold and wet I was still worried about hypothermia. We soon spread apart, with Tom and Chris taking the lead and me sticking with dad. I could tell he had doubts about the safety of marching forward, as did I. My damp hands were already white and wrinkled and my toes were losing sensation (not super uncommon for me). The boys stopped and we caught up. Dad verbalized his concerns and we all held court, weighing the pros/cons of continuing the journey. Arguably the smartest of the Keane siblings, Tom whipped out his phone and opened a coin flip app. Brilliant. We decided our fate would be in the hands of Tom, literally, as we let the coin dictate our future. Lo and behold, the coin flip gods determined we were to continue on! Without debate, we did just that.

We had two passes to traverse this day, West Maroon Pass and Frigid Air Pass. With the surrounding mountains shrouded in clouds and fog encroaching in on us, I felt as if I was on a mission to cast the One Ring to Rule us all into the fiery depths of Mordor in attempt to save the world from falling into darkness. I enjoyed it and was happy with the decision of placing our future on the fickle whims of a coin.

West Maroon Pass was relatively easy, it’s approach reminded me a lot of the southern face of Pinchot Pass on the JMT. I got up it relatively easily and waited for everyone else to join, getting pretty cold and miserable in the process. Again, the weather did not give way for too much of a view, so we caught our breath and marched for Frigid Air Pass, only a few short miles away. We descended from West Maroon Pass and walked through a lush green valley.

Thrilled by the view!
Breathtaking!
hiking down from the pass gave us a taste of what we were missing out on.

We stopped at the lowest part of the valley for lunch/snacks. Completely oblivious and not dong my usual pat down to assure myself that I have all my things, we set forth. 10 minutes later we heard people yelling towards us. Being so far away, I could only make out the word “phone!”. I did the pat down I should have done half a mile back and realized my phone was amiss! In a panic, I dropped my pack and instinctively ran towards the group, running as though I was attempting to beat my best 800m time. All my photos from the JMT were on that phone that I had yet to upload. If I lost that phone, gone were those memories and I would have been totally devastated. That phone was like the holy grail to me. I realized how truly lucky I was that these folks found my dear device and thanked them immensely. We saw so few people on the trail that it was as close to a miracle as anything else that they came across my phone.

The site of the missing phone, before it went missing.

Thinking Frigid Air Pass was going to be a piece of cake, I soon ate that cake when we came to the last 100m of the pass. It was straight up. And on loose, wet dirt it was like hiking 45 degrees up sand. At points using my hands, I distracted myself with thoughts of “why would they name a pass out here after a refrigerator??” I didn’t even think maybe it was because the air is actually literally frigid. That thought and other creative names I would’ve came up with to name this beastly pass fueled me up, along with Chris laughing at how ghastly and ridiculous the climb was. We all rejoiced at the top of the pass, thinking surely this is likely to be the steepest and most difficult of the passes. Famous last words.

All smiles after finally being done with that final climb.
Atop Frigid Air Pass
Heading down Frigid Air Pass, Tom looking particularly fashionable sporting a forest green poncho.

We snapped some photos and headed our way down to our second night’s camp. As we set up near a gorgeous waterfall, the sun made its first appearance of the trip and we were all elated! Finally, there was hope for a gorgeous bright second half of the trip. Everyone was very thankful for the coin’s wise and fruitful decision.

Night 2 campsite
Look at that sun!!

We woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed for the third pass of the hike, Trail Rider Pass. Being at the lowest point of the two passes, we knew we were in for a climb. Being that I did zero research on this hike, I had no idea what that climb entailed. It entailed about 2000′ of elevation gain over roughly 2 miles. Pretty happy I had no idea I was about to conquer one of the more difficult passes I had ever come across.

The calm before the storm.

We climbed. And climbed. And climbed. It was gorgeous scenery that we got to take in with plenty of breaks to catch our breath. We even got to see a small plane fly right by us! Reassuring in so much as if we all perish on this pass, at least there was a chance our bodies would be retrieved.

The climb

But the steepness gave way to a gentler grade to the top and we all basked in the glory of conquering yet another pass. Only one left to go! The view from the top was again stunning with breathtaking views of Snowmass Lake, which just so happened to be right where we were headed as we descended the pass.

The old man made it!!
Snowmass Lake
Thrilled to finally have a view!
The only thing missing from this picture is mom.


We camped just past Snowmass Lake, avoiding the crowds the huge body of water draws. Our site was higher than the trail and we had a birds eye view of it. Chris spotted John and Sadie hiking, but they just exchanged hellos and John was on his way. I was happy they made it back on the trail, though maybe they would’ve been wise to have flipped a coin.

Final night campsite.

The next day was our last day! Just one last pass to conquer – Buckskin Pass. A little traumatized from Rider Pass, we all were hesitant to get too excited for today’s challenge. But it ended up being one of the more fun passes I’ve encountered! It was a gentle grade (comparatively) and the view was stunning.

The only bridge crossing of the trail
Heading up Buckskin Pass
The last push

We all made it to the top early and had enough time for Tom, Chris, and me to make it to the top of Buckskin Mountain, a pretty steep climb. But relieved of our packs, we made it relatively quickly. We met a friendly couple up there and snapped some pictures, a great future Christmas present for mom and dad.

We joined back up with dad and enjoyed the views of Pyramid Peak and Maroon Peak as we started back down for our final miles of the trail. But not before the plane from yesterday flew back right above us!

We ended the trail where we started and looked back with a sense of accomplishment. I don’t think any of us were prepared for the challenges we would find on the trail, mostly being the temperamental weather. But we persisted and onward we marched!

Another hike complete!

We ended the trip with a bike ride up and down Glenwood Canyon. Afterwards we shared dinner with our cousin Julie and her boyfriend Adam in Denver.

No trip is complete without a bike ride!
Unfortunately, Glenwood Canyon was victim to a brutal forest fire August 2020 and the scenery we enjoyed in 2018 is now gone, charred and scarred.

Overall it was a wonderful trip. Being only 27 miles, I definitely want to return someday soon, either to run it in one day or bring Addie on the adventure of a lifetime. But alas, after the Pacific Coast Highway bike ride, Mt. Washington, the JMT, and the Four Passes Loop, my 2018 summer of non stop adventure had finally come to an end, and I was due to go back to work the following week.

Three Sisters Loop (Oregon) 2019

The Pacific Northwest is one of my favorite scenic spots in the United States. With hidden picturesque waterfalls around every corner, green moss hanging from trees who were just saplings during the American Revolutionary War, and rivers dusted with grey gloomy fog, the PNW is the setting of fairytales and holds a very special (and magical) spot in my heart. Coming off of the Grand Canyon Rim to Rim hike, I was looking for a loop hike I could do in less than a week. When I stumbled across the Three Sisters Loop in Sisters, OR, I knew I found the one. In 2016, during my cross country bike ride, we rode through Sisters on our way over McKenzie Pass on the second to last day of the ride. Being the last pass on a 2.5 month journey, this little town made an impression. I was happy to go back and explore the Three Sisters. Plus, though this loop does require a wilderness permit to hike, you can fill one out at the trailhead. There is no limit to the number of walk-up permits so there is no silly lottery system. However, starting next year they are beginning a lottery system, so the timing was pretty darn perfect!

A map I used from https://www.hikeoregon.net/three-sisters-loop.html – a GREAT resource for TSL planning.

The Three Sisters Loop is a 50 mile trail that loops around – you guessed it – the Three Sisters. Set in the cascade mountain range, the trail takes you around the North, South, and Middle Sisters – three volcanoes of various levels of (in)activity that make up the notorious Three Sisters. Known for a very limited window of opportunity to hike due to early and late snowfall, I knew that hiking this trail in the beginning of August would be perfect.

When doing my research for this trip, I scoured the internet for trail descriptions and maps, mainly so I knew how to break down the 50 mile loop trail. I found a few great blog sites authored by folks who had hiked it, but couldn’t find much information on campsites along the trail. Being so, I winged it. All I knew was I definitely wanted to stay at Camp Lake, a 10 mile addition that takes you to a lake right at the base of Middle Sister. I also saw (last minute) that you can actually hike up South Sister. Why wouldn’t I opt to hike an additional 10 miles up an active VOLCANO!? It was a done deal. I was prepared to hike 70 miles over the course of 5.5 days. Relatively easy hike.

After gathering gear and buying a lifesaving map off Amazon, I was on my way! I flew into Portland and stayed 2 nights at a hostel there. I explored the Columbia River Gorge and revisited my beloved Multnomah Falls – true magic that not even Disney could replicate. The next morning I woke up super early partly because I had a 3 hour drive to the trailhead to start this solo journey, and the majority being that my body was still on east coast time, so I couldn’t sleep in even if I wanted to.

Multnomah Falls
Overlooking the Columbia River

At 10:30am I arrived at the Pole Creek Trailhead, one of the many trailheads you can use to access the Three Sisters Loop. It was a rough ride to the parking lot on an unpaved road full of crazy kamikaze chipmunks who took pleasure in watching unsuspecting motorists swerve out of the way to avoid running them over. The parking lot was full – except for one spot that I very quickly grabbed. It was pretty darn hot out and the lack of shade definitely exacerbated that. In 2017 there was a devastating fire that wiped out the majority of the forest in this section. Without trees, the whole area is pretty exposed without respite from the sun. So I lathered up plenty of sunscreen, gathered my stuff, and filled out my permit. at 11:19am I set out for the loop, ample time to make it the 7 miles to Camp Lake.

Entering the Three Sisters Wilderness!
The desolation found at Pole Creek Trailhead caused by wildfires

The beginning of the trail was 1.7 miles of uphill to the official loop. Once on the loop, it’s practically impossible to get lost. With the Sisters as landmarks, if you just keep them to your right (I was going clockwise), you are going in the right direction! After 1 mile on the official loop trail, I took a right and started my journey to my first “excursion” to Camp Lake. Having the time and hearing amazing things about this little lake, I didn’t mind taking the side trip. Although, the 5 miles to the lake were unpleasant and I couldn’t wait to get them over with. They were uphill and just not my cup of tea. But I did meet a very friendly ranger who was checking permits. We talked briefly about our time in the Sierras/JMT (he took kids there for summer camps) and talked about weather – in which he said I should expect thunder storms this evening. Oh my old nemesis – we meet again.

Making my way across South Fork Whyschus Creek on my way to Camp Lake.
Great photo opt displaying South Sister after a tough climb.

When I stared out, there was barely a cloud in the sky. The few that were there were convening over South Sister. They were cute little fluffy buggers, innocent looking enough. However, this wasn’t my first rodeo and I could hear them talking in my head. “Hey! Did you hear Emilie is on the trail?! Let’s get everyone together and put on a show for her this afternoon!”. Having experienced horrible storms on all of my backpacking trips (it monsooned 17 of the 20 days on the JMT), I knew that even the smallest most innocent clouds can turn the nastiest. And I was right. The party was meeting right above South Sister and they were not happy. I picked up the pace hoping to get to camp before the storms unleashed their power.

As I was rushing, I heard a loud BOOM that stopped me dead in my tracks. All simultaneous thoughts, I began to worry about thunder, gun shots, or a car door slamming. Being that none of these were viable causes for the loud and sudden noise, I looked around and right in front of me was a huge rock slide coming down from Middle Sister. Not my first rock slide (I witnessed one climbing Mt Whitney) I watched in awe. It is the most jarring sound and the cloud of dust that followed was huge. I may have been the only person who witnessed that powerful moment.

The Rockslide with dust cloud to the right of the tree.
Approaching Camp Lake just as the thunderclouds were approaching

After what felt like eternity, I finally made it to Camp Lake! I quickly found a campsite (not hard to do, there was only one other group there) and right as I finished setting up camp, the thunder rolled in. I saw 2 guys sprinting down Middle Sister in sheer panic and I soon sought shelter in my tent. I quickly wished I bought a new tent because the old Marmot ain’t what she used to be. But I had to deal with what I had. At first I didn’t think anything of this storm. Sure I was pretty exposed at 7,000′ in a crappy little tent, but like I said, this wasn’t my first rodeo. The rain was pouring down in sheets and the lightning turned pretty violent. Then the rain did too, aggressively so. I looked out and saw it wasn’t rain at all, but pea sized hail. If they got any bigger, I knew it would shred the tent. So I just buckled down and prayed that didn’t happen.

South Sister from Camp Lake
Hail following the first thunderstorm

Eventually everything slowed down to the point where I was relaxed enough to take a nap. During the storm the temperature dropped at least 20 degrees. But when I woke up the sun was shining and it was starting to heat up again to the point where my tent felt more like a sauna. I took advantage of the pleasant weather change and took a walk around the lake. It was simply beautiful. During the trek, I stumbled upon a pretty awesome snow tunnel carved by a crystal clear stream. The sun soon was taken up by more clouds and I went back to my site to cook dinner before another storm rolled through, much less aggressive than its predecessor.

At 12am I woke up and took a peek out of my tent. What I saw took my breath away. I have seen some beautiful night skies in my day, but I have never seen such a marvelous display. The milkyway was brilliant and dazzling, like a knife carving through the dark night sky. I could see it with such clarity that it was as if I could reach up and take a bite. Making the side trip to Camp Lake was worth it, if just to witness that night sky.

South Sister basking in the early morning sun

In the morning I broke down camp quickly and set out for the trail at 7am totally not at all thrilled with the prospect of having to backtrack almost 5 miles to the trail junction. But it was at least a down hill 5 miles so I packed up camp, strapped on Big Booty Judy and away I went, totally zoned out. After 2 hours I finally reached the split and set out for Green Lakes – my prospective home for the night. Being only 9 miles away, I knew I’d get there before 2pm leaving a whole afternoon to just sit around. Not one to overly enjoy free time, I toyed around with the idea of going an extra 5 miles to Moraine Lake, which would make it a pretty hefty day. My original plan was to stop at Green Lakes tonight then get up SUPER early tomorrow to drop my gear at Moraine Lake so I could summit South Sister. Going the extra distance to Moraine would logistically make sense, but I was going to play it by ear and listen to what my body told me.

Leave no photo op unphotoed!

The trail to Green Lakes had its ups and downs – literally. But let me tell you, it was pretty. What wasn’t so pretty was the attitudes of the limited amount of passerbyers I ran into. Most were not very friendly, barely getting out of your way on the trail and not even acknowledging your hello. However, the ones that were friendly donning smiles all asked about last night’s thunderstorms. We all shared the same terrifying experiences.

The trail opened up into a meadow with a full view of all three Sisters and Broken Top. It was stunning. I made it to the very aptly named Green Lake (I’ve never seen a more radiant emerald green in my life) at 1:15pm – as did the clouds. I decided then that I would go the extra 5 miles to Moraine Lake. I was worried that if I delayed getting there until the morning, all the sites would be taken and there wouldn’t be a place for me to drop my pack before the ascent up South Sister. With my mind made up and the clouds rolling in, I figured I’d better set out quickly to beat any potential storm.

The emerald brilliance of Green Lake

The 5 miles to Moraine Lake were mentally exhausting, but came with reward. It led me through lava fields and streams that were truly gorgeous. Finally I made it to the lake at 3:32pm. With thunder booming in the distance and physical exhaustion setting in after 18 miles of hiking, I found a great spot to set up camp and lay down. I was almost immediately rewarded for my decision to go the extra distance because within 2 hours all the spots were taken by other eager hikers.

First encounter of lava heading into Moraine Lake

I spent some time down at the Lake’s shore. Moraine certainly isn’t as scenic as Camp Lake – especially with 3 grown men bathing in it – but at least it’s only 0.3 miles away from the South Sister cutoff trail. I spoke briefly to the three bathing men who had just completed summitting South Sister. They admitted it was tough, but totally doable. It took them 4 hours to get to the top because of the massive elevation gain. The pit in my stomach grew only slightly. But I effectively squashed its growth. Surely if these guys could do it, I can too!

Moraine Lake, perfect view of South Sister, who I will be on top of tomorrow!

After going to bed early, I woke up early to get moving by 6:24am. With an elevation gain of 4,000′ (Moraine Lake sits at 6.3K’ where as the summit of South Sister sits pretty at 10.3K’) over 3.5 miles, I knew my body was in for a rude awakening. I don’t think I’ve ever gained that much elevation in such a short distance before (event the Grand Canyon was more forgiving) but I was ready for the challenge.

I set out at a leisurely pace, allowing my legs to enjoy what was surely to be the only relatively flat part of the trail. Then did things change – quickly. The gentle grade yielded to a steep slope with pretty efficient elevation gain. Soon Moraine Lake was looking smaller and smaller and the summit was inching closer and closer to my grasp. In fact, 2 hours in, I swore I was about to reach the top! Not too shabby! I was pretty impressed with myself when I asked a couple coming down (they spent the night at the top) if it indeed was the summit. They laughed. Nope, it was a false summit hiding the true summit. I still had a ways to go. My legs were starting to protest after the initial climb. But their protests fell on deaf ears cause I was making my way to the top, with OR without them.

Teardrop Pool

The ascent up South Sister was insane. Being an active volcano, the whole way to the top was cinders, pumice and lava rock, all of which are very unstable and loose. It’s very similar to hiking on sand – one foot forward, 6 inches back. Thank God I had enough sense to bring my trekking poles. A couple I ascended with (Paige and Ken from Lexington KY) did not have poles and I felt so bad for them. But hey, they were doing it – and I heard not one complaint from either of them.

View south of the false summit of Mt. Bachelor
Trail to the summit of South Sister. The trail is difficult to distinguish, but if you look closely you can see little specks of people ahead on the trail. Lewis Glacier to the right, Clark Glacier to the left.

The trail follows a razorback ridge with Lewis Glacier to the east. The glacier named for the second half of that famous expedition – Clark Glacier – is to the West. I didn’t know it at the time but I was between the arguable founders of the West! While taking some time inspecting the glacier, appreciating its immense and powerful presence, I noticed that it was carved with crevasses. Even with my limited understanding of glaciers I knew that crevasses are often times hidden and extremely unstable. One is liable to fall in and never come out – the cause of much of my hiking anxieties. Just as I was having this thought, I heard Paige and Ken as well as another couple we were keeping pace with gasp and say, “Oh my God! There are people crossing it!” I looked over and sure enough, there were 2 people who looked surprisingly like ants crossing over the glacier, heading straight to the deepest crevice. My stomach dropped. They were dangerously close, like 5 feet away. It made me sick. I was sure I was about to witness the traumatic death of two strangers. The other couple (Christina and Marcus from San Jose CA) took pictures every minute of the thrill seekers, tracking their progress across the glacier so when they eventually do fall in, there is a record of where/when for search and rescue. After about 10 minutes, the daring duo SOMEHOW made it across the frozen tundra and were making their way to the top on the same trail as us. We knew we’d run into them at the top.

The two daredevils having just crossed the most dangerous park of Lewis Glacier.

After a tremendous climb, we made it to the ice field that was covering the opening of the dormant volcano. The worst of the climb was over! Only 0.5 miles to the true summit with an elevation gain of 100′. I was elated. The whole rest of the hike I talked with Christina and Marcus. What an interesting couple. They have hiked 1000s of miles all throughout the country in all kinds of weather conditions. They had stories where they thought they might never make it out alive as well as stories of pure elation enjoying scenery, adventure, and good company. I could’ve talked to them for hours.

Made it! View of North Sister.


The summit offered gorgeous sweeping landscape views of North Sister and the surrounding mountains. However, after only half an hour at the top, I started to feel sick. Like violently vomit sick. I knew this feeling all too well. At 10K’ I knew I was getting altitude sickness and needed to get down ASAP. I told Christina and Marcus, and they started the descent with me, along with Paige and Ken. While we were descending, we were in the midst of 1000s of tortoise shell butterflies making their annual migration. I felt lucky that I happened to schedule this hike during the migration unknowingly, for it was such a magical moment.

I could’ve spent eternity here, if not for altitude sickness!


During the descent, I got to know both couples better. Paige and Ken are planning on retiring in Bend, OR in just a few short years to spend their golden years skiing and hiking. During the conversation, we were passed by a young man who looked familiar. Paige instantly recognized him as one of the two daredevil glacier crossers. She questioned him about his death defying trek. Dressed in baggy basketball shorts, sneakers, and equipped with a draw string bag, he was totally clueless the danger he put himself in. He admitted this was only his 3rd hike – ever. He only started hiking last week. And the other person he crossed with? They had just met that day. Beginners luck I guess.

Christina making her way down South Sister.

Soon all the couples and I parted ways at Moraine Lake. They had another 2 miles to get to Devil’s Lake, where they started. I got back to camp at 2pm completely wiped. I thought about going 5 miles to Rock Mesa Creek, but just the thought put my legs and feet into full panic mode. This time I listened. I decided to give my body a rest and enjoy the afternoon. I filled my water, went for a dip, and just relaxed, reflecting on the almost perfect day I had climbing South Sister.

*Prior to this very sentence, I gathered all this information from my trail journal, detailing every boring detail of the day. Now that I’m writing this 17 months after the journey with a lot of life changes, the trail journal is stuffed in the deepest darkest corner of my storage unit. Retrieving it requires a level of finesse and patience that I lack at this moment, so the rest of this excerpt will rely solely on my memory – admittedly my worst attribute. But because waiting to write this blog till forever has been weighing heavily on my soul (and needing to check it off for future entries this spring), I will trust in my memory and make any edits when the little red diary resurfaces.*

After a storm free night, I broke down camp and set out for another day on the trail. My expected overnight stop was only 9 miles away at Reese Lake. Thinking I would get there early, I looked into pushing a little further. I was going to make that decision once I reached Reese Lake.

Pacific Crest Trail and LeConte Trail junction.

My morning was quiet and I didn’t see many other hikers along the way. After a few miles, I turned onto the PCT where I figured was a perfect spot for a short rest. At the junction, as I was grabbing some snacks, a hiker joined me. While I forget his name a year and a half later, I will never forget this particular man. In his 60s, he was an accomplished orthopedic surgeon who did not seem overly impressed that I was a physical therapist, all but telling me he thought rehab post surgery was pointless. He was section hiking the PCT and he was on day 2 of a 5 day jaunt. At the time, though a little rough around the edges, I enjoyed his company. We set out together and hiked a few miles before I rethought my first impressions. The conversations that ensued left me feeling a little uncomfortable (not in a creepy way) with undertones that were not exactly politically correct. After he lit his 6th cigarette on the trail, I decided I needed some solitude and told him I was going to pick up the pace in an effort to ensure a camp spot at Reese Lake and I bolted, unsure but hopeful this would be my last encounter with him.

The Husband
Wildflowers were in abundance

I reached Reese Lake right around noon, entirely too early to stop. The lake was full of happy hikers reveling in the cool water on such a hot day. With much of the trail exposed, I could see where the water was tempting for a hot and sweaty hiker. But terrified of the far-fetched possibility of obtaining a brain eating amoeba, I never indulge in an alpine lake dips. I sat far from the trail with the lake still in view in an effort to avoid being spotted by Richard (I know for a fact, that’s not his name, but let’s just call him that for now until I find my journal). I ate my lunch in peace, entertained by the swimmers and the occasional dog.

Reese Lake

As I was relaxing, I looked at the map and tried to come up with a plan for the afternoon. The next few miles of the trail looked pretty bare in the way of campsites. Obsidian Limited Entry Area was 5 miles away and though would make a great spot to stop overnight, it’s illegal to do so without a specific permit. And I was plum out of specific permits. Only a mile long stretch, Obsidian was detailed as an oasis full of ferns, life, and waterfalls. I figured that outside of it’s borders there should be camp sites. Based solely on a guess, I packed up and set out for 5 miles to the southern border of OLEA.

The hike there was gorgeous, with purple wildflowers showing the way and grand views of The Husband with barely a hiker in sight, I was in basking in solitude bliss. It was a flat stretch and I was able to cover ground pretty quickly. I found myself at the edge of OLEA around 3pm. Still earlier than I wanted, I found a perfect camp spot and dropped my pack. Before setting up camp, I took a short snooze in the shade. I explored the area around camp and found the perfect site for a tent. The tent was pitched and dinner was eaten and I took in a beautiful sunset all to myself. I was so enamored by it I didn’t even think to photograph it.

After the sunset in the purple dusk, I saw Richard pass by. Not wanting to disturb my peaceful spot, I ducked low in my tent, fairly certain that he did not see me. In this moment, I wondered “am I the unfriendly hiker I was so annoyed with just 2 days ago?”. But this thought was fleeting as I told myself no, Richard was just difficult to tolerate for long stretches.

I had a disturbing night sleep that night and was happy to get moving in the morning. Though a perfect spot to stay for the night, I had an uneasy feeling about that campsite. Right before strapping on Big Booty Judy, I figured I should empty the old tank. I went over to a tree I used just the day before and right before I was to release my bladder, I noticed a black book. Where did that come from!? I picked it up and flipped through it, trying to find any information with regard to its owner. As someone who journals all my adventures, I would be heartbroken if I lost mine. I would hope that if someone picked it up, they would try their best to return it to me. However, besides some deeply disturbing doodles, there was no information as to who this journal belonged to. Despite this, I strapped it to my pack and decided I would look more thoroughly later, determined to return it to its owner.

I entered OLEA and what I read about it was true. It was stunning. I walked down to the waterfall, where I ran into Richard again. We talked briefly. He camped just right past where I was. He saw he saw my tent, but wasn’t sure if it was me. I told him I must’ve been asleep already. A little white lie never hurt anyone.

Obsidian Falls
Obsidian Falls

We trekked together on and off that day. Despite being in his 60s and a chainsmoker, Richard was in pretty good shape and could keep up with me the majority of the time, with the exception of steep inclines. We stuck together through the Sister Springs. It reminded me so much of the JMT it filled me with nostalgic yearning to go back to the Sierras.

Sister Springs

When we reached the lava section, Richard slowed considerably. I went ahead and fell completely in love with the landscape this section offered. It was like walking into an evil castle, with pumice spires and dragon fire ravaged decay. I hiked through those two miles with a smile on my face. Though gorgeous, this section was relatively steep. The switchbacks up Sawyer Bar were intense and hot, but worth every drop of sweat for that view of clouds bathing in the valley. At the top, I waited for Richard, cheering him on as he slowly ascended to the top. He was very proud of himself, and I was proud of him too. Knowing that he was pretty tired, I figured this would probably be the last time I’d see him. I told him I was planning on having lunch at South Matthieu Lake, where I’d be turning off the PCT and onto Scott Pass Trail. He’d be continuing on the PCT. We agreed we’d meet at South Matthieu Lake for a final farewell. With him still catching his breath, I continued on to make my way over Opie Dilldock Pass.

On top of Sawyer Bar
Richard taking a break on Sawyer Pass.

Compared to other passes I’ve trekked, Opie Dilldock Pass was a piece of cake. It offered fantastic views of Mt. Washington, Mt. Jefferson, and Mt. Hood. I took in the view for a few minutes before starting back up to South Matthieu Lake.

View on top of Opie Dilldock Pass
View of Mt Washington, Mt Jefferson, and Mt Hood atop of Opie Dilldock Pass

Having only hiked 7 miles to the lake, I didn’t feel super tired. But it was only 11am so I figured with only another 5 miles to my camp, I took some time to just relax waiting for Richard. It was at this point that I remembered I still had the mysterious journal from the morning. I took it out and started to read it. What I found within its pages was deeply disturbing and I had no clue how on earth this journal ended on the PCT in Central Oregon. The only entry that even alluded to the PCT was a day hike in the Sierras, hundreds of miles away. The other entries spoke only of a European backpacking trip, substance abuse, and internal struggle. The author clearly had a lot of demons, but the author was never identified. I couldn’t even tell if the author was male or female, let alone any kind of information to return the journal to them. After noticing a chill in the air, I took note of the time. It was 1pm. I couldn’t believe it! I was so engrossed in the journal I lost all concept of time. The chill was to the bone. I checked the temperature. It dropped 20 degrees since I took rest. The sky looked the ever familiar gray I have grown accustomed to and the clouds consumed the sun. I grabbed my jacket and looked at the journal. It emitted such a horrifyingly negative energy that I didn’t want to carry it anymore. So I made the decision to leave it. The 7 miles it hitchhiked on my pack was enough. I looked around for Richard, but there was no sign of him. With an impending storm and having already spent 2 hours waiting for him, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to go. Indifferent towards not saying a final farewell to the man who I didn’t altogether enjoy hiking with, I said good riddance to the journal and headed out.

South Matthieu Lake before the clouds rolled in

Sure enough, thunder boomed in the distance and I was sprinkled with a light cold rain. I made it to the camp early, once again. Only 5 miles to the Pole Creek Trail Head and the end of my trip, I considered pushing it. But considering I wouldn’t make it into Bend until late and I didn’t know where I would stay, I decided to make camp and enjoy my last night out in the wilderness. I wasn’t all that thrilled with my camp spot – not because it wasn’t great, cause it was. It was right next to the flowing Alder Creek and pretty secluded. I just had an eerie feeling about it. That night I tossed and turned, with images of the journal floating through my mind. I’m glad I got rid of it. I’m convinced it was evil and I didn’t want it anywhere near my tent.

Ominous sunset at Alder Creek.

I got up early that morning and got out of Dodge. The 5 miles in the wildfire stricken forest went by quickly and I soon found myself at the parking lot, the end of another journey.

Final view of South Sister from Pole Creek Trailhead

While I enjoy any adventure I go on, this one was different. Devoid of too many other hikers, I was alone for a good portion of it, not something that usually bothers me. But this time it did. Looking back on it, I should’ve planned to hike longer mileage days so I didn’t have so much free time. I could’ve easily hiked this trail in 4 days as opposed to the 6 I took. The terrain was not difficult and aside from the voluntary South Sister venture, the elevation change was manageable.

Soon I was on my way to Bend, where I explored, got souvenirs, and had a wonderful dinner. At dinner I met Alex and his friend. We spoke of the adventures they went on together and of the Three Sisters Loop I had just finished. We agreed to hike Mt. Bachelor the next day before I had to head to the airport. However, that night I opted out after doing some research. The road to the trail head required a 4×4 and I did not want to risk damaging the rental car. So I thanked Alex for the invitation via text, but declined the offer. I was saddened that I had to refuse, as the pictures he showed me were awe inspiring.

This trip confirmed my love for the PNW, offering different landscapes that I fell in love with. My night at Camp Lake and the hike up and down South Sister was so incredibly memorable, it was worth every step just for those two experiences.

Day 3: Oh Whitney, If it’s Meant to be, It’ll be

July 19th 2018; Mt Whitney: 15 miles

In addition to my other two mantras: everything is temporary and suck it up buttercup, I added two more to my repertoire. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be and anything worth doing in life doesn’t come easy. So basically, I was giving myself conflicting motivation. If you don’t make it, eh it wasn’t meant to be. But you better try your darn hardest cause it’s not supposed to be easy!! So did we make it?! Well hold your horses and let me tell you! We all agreed to wake up early and start the journey at 4:30am. There was a prediction of bad weather from the ranger who checked our permits at Crabtree Meadows and we wanted to make sure we weren’t caught up top in the midst of a storm. Of course, when I woke up this morning and checked my watch, I was horrified to see that my alarm didn’t go off and it was 4:12am! I don’t think I have ever jumped into action so quickly from a dead sleep. I got dressed and had breakfast and fashioned my tent so should a storm happen, my stuff didn’t get wet when my tent surely would flood. Ready just in time, we set out to meet Whitney. Being so early, the sun was far from rising. We had to use headlamps to guide ourselves through the dark for the first hour, which flew by. Soon we made it to the infamous Guitar Lake. I’ll give ya one guess as to why it’s named that. A lot of people just finishing their SOBO trip camp here for a shorter hike up Whitney and a more convenient exit point out of Whitney Portal. The lake was stunning and we got to see the sunrise over the background mountains – bathing them in a pink glow. Stunning. After Guitar Lake, we hit some pretty major switchbacks to the Whitney Trail Junction. I knew that if I made it up the roughly 1.5K’ climb, I would make it to Whitney! With my mantras on repeat and taking it slow and steady, I found myself feeling great! The only time I had any doubt was when a rock slide occurred on the mountain directly in front of us. It was an identical mountain to the one we were climbing. What if that happened to us?! But we were safe from that natural disaster, at least. As Guitar Lake got smaller and smaller, I realized that I had made it to the junction! I couldn’t believe I made it before I knew it. At the junction, a lot of people who are entering or exiting through Whitney Portal tend to leave their packs so they don’t have to lug them up to the summit. Opportunistic marmots have learned this and savagely tear through packs to get to food. The fat little things have no fear of humans or other vicious marmots. In fact, one of the SOBO hikers just finishing up said he heard a story where a hiker saw two marmots fighting over food. One of them tore out the other’s throat and started going cannibalistic on his fellow species. Rather graphic, I know, I found this story hard to believe. Likely just a hiker wives tale. From the junction, it was “only” 1.9 miles to the summit with a 1K’ elevation gain. Those last miles weren’t easy, but wow were they special. They were breathtaking. But as I learned, with beauty comes danger. There were plenty of sheer drop offs with boulder scrambling to boot. With one misstep you could land thousands of feet down. So I treaded carefully.

I was becoming progressively short of breath, but was motivated by people passing me telling me, “you’re almost there!” Soon I rounded a corner and I could see it – the famed shelter at the top of Mt. Whitney!! I felt elated. The only the separating me from the summit was about 500′ of walking. Though it took a lot of effort, I did it. I got to the summit. And then the tears started flowing. I became emotional because I didn’t think I would ever make it. Had you asked me just 48 hours ago if I would be able to, I’d laugh and say heck no in between vomits. The girls were waiting for me at the top. I made a few tear filled calls (not sad tears – exhausted, joyfilled I MADE IT tears) and snapped a few pictures. Due to impending clouds, we didn’t stay up top long. But I did get to soak in a little of the beauty of being literally on top of the world, with Mt. Whitney being the tallest peak in the contiguous United States.
We flew down the mountain (downhill is so much more forgiving) and considered jumping into Guitar Lake. But again, approaching clouds of doom stopped that idea. Unfortunately, in our haste coming down from the mountain, Sam hurt her knee. I’m gonna try to use my career to see if I can help at all. Fingers crossed it helps! We got back into camp at 1:30pm. We joked that all our food in our canisters are going to be gone, stolen by the folks from yesterday. But all was intact. We were beat. Again, rain and thunder threatened with little precipitation. The ranger told us that for the next 48 hours we are in monsoon conditions. Great! We’re planning an early bedtime again. I know I’ll sleep well, I accomplished that which I didn’t think possible. I have someone upstairs looking out for me for sure.