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Greg Mihalik
(greg23) - M

Locale: Colorado
Embedded Link on 04/28/2008 20:07:55 MDT Print View

Replace URL with the link, the quotes are required,
and 'target string' with something relevant.

EmbeddedLink2

Like, for URL ------- http://www.backpackinglight.com
and for 'target string' -----BPL

It would look like this -

EmbeddedLink3

Edit: The examples above are Images, not text. (So you can see the controlling characters.)

Edit: If the URL contains more than the alphabet and numbers, and things don't work, Make a Tiny URL and use that.

Edited by greg23 on 02/15/2014 11:30:15 MST.

Greg Mihalik
(greg23) - M

Locale: Colorado
Re: Embedded or Hyperlink Test on 04/28/2008 20:10:20 MDT Print View

Testing

BPL

Well?

Edited by greg23 on 04/18/2010 09:02:46 MDT.

jed chapman
(jchaps) - F

Locale: pacific northwest
embedded link test on 04/28/2008 21:06:57 MDT Print View

Charlie the unicorn!

b s
(smyth) - F
test on 06/20/2008 11:25:14 MDT Print View

Go to SMD website.

Nice. I never knew how that worked. Learning more than just UL techniques here.

Edited by smyth on 06/20/2008 11:34:19 MDT.

Adam Behr
(justsomeguy) - MLife
Re: Embedded Link on 07/03/2008 11:47:59 MDT Print View

Behr Development, LLC

Thanks!

Edited by justsomeguy on 07/03/2008 11:50:23 MDT.

Lynn Tramper
(retropump) - F

Locale: The Antipodes of La Coruna
test on 07/16/2008 16:50:36 MDT Print View

test

Edited by rcaffin on 02/07/2009 15:06:08 MST.

Rod Lawlor
(Rod_Lawlor) - MLife

Locale: Australia
test on 10/20/2008 03:54:39 MDT Print View

Merlin -3C

Hi Rod - you left out the http:// from the start of the URL. Without that in place it doesn't work.
Cheers

Edited by rcaffin on 02/07/2009 15:08:13 MST.

Rod Lawlor
(Rod_Lawlor) - MLife

Locale: Australia
again on 10/20/2008 04:13:55 MDT Print View

Merlin

Chris Chastain
(Thangfish) - F

Locale: S. Central NC, USA
Re: Embedded Link on 02/07/2009 09:41:23 MST Print View

This post

Frontier Pro vs Platypus Clean Stream

Thangfish's updated gravity filter

Thangfish's updated gravity filter weight

Edited by Thangfish on 02/07/2009 10:14:26 MST.

John Z
(Feather) - MLife
embedded link test on 02/14/2009 19:13:26 MST Print View

test

Product page

Reginald Donaldson
(worth) - MLife

Locale: Wind River Range
test on 02/20/2009 14:15:56 MST Print View

clone

Edited by worth on 02/20/2009 14:17:34 MST.

Chris Chastain
(Thangfish) - F

Locale: S. Central NC, USA
to the top on 04/15/2009 16:46:41 MDT Print View

to the top

Rod Lawlor
(Rod_Lawlor) - MLife

Locale: Australia
test on 05/29/2009 18:25:14 MDT Print View

Thermal Hoodie

Edited by Rod_Lawlor on 05/29/2009 18:31:07 MDT.

Roger Caffin
(rcaffin) - BPL Staff - MLife

Locale: Wollemi & Kosciusko NPs, Europe
Re: test on 05/29/2009 19:18:02 MDT Print View

Rod

Have a look at Greg's posting right at the top. That works.

Cheers

te - wa
(mikeinfhaz) - F

Locale: Phoenix
Re: Embedded Link on 05/29/2009 19:44:50 MDT Print View

HAZ

Edited by mikeinfhaz on 05/29/2009 19:51:22 MDT.

Sean Walashek
(caraz) - F

Locale: bay area
i just cant do it on 07/17/2009 22:18:50 MDT Print View

yahoo

Edited by caraz on 07/17/2009 22:20:38 MDT.

Ashley Brown
(ashleyb) - F
Re: i just cant do it on 07/17/2009 22:21:05 MDT Print View

You just did!

Asher Dunn
(tuxedo) - F

Locale: Lake Tahoe
this thread on 07/25/2009 15:26:24 MDT Print View

This thread

Larry Sullivan
(150mph) - F

Locale: Los Angeles
test on 07/29/2009 00:38:19 MDT Print View

Sometimes, seems I'm only allowed two embedded links in a posting, no matter how correctly my code is typed. So I'm trying to find out if that's always true... I hope not...


The Last Season by Eric Blehm,
Shattered Air by Bob Madgic,
Deep Survival: Who lives, who dies"> by Laurence Gonzales and
My First Summer in the Sierra by John Muir

Edited by 150mph on 07/29/2009 00:44:06 MDT.

Ivo Vanmontfort
(Ivo) - MLife
test on 07/31/2009 14:58:08 MDT Print View

test page before posting it

I used tyvek for making a shelter and a bivy
This photo shows its weakness
You must seamstich and stiching tyvek I think.
So it’s much stronger
Did some tests
Now i’m only use silnylon for making shelters

Van pyreneeenjuni2010




I filled my ‘la fayette’ (Valandré) with a extra 100 gram down
I used
this homemade gear
Then I blow the down into the bag with my breath
test photo for new post
I made a copy of the trailstar.
My manner to forming the peak:
Before I made the last seam to close the shelter, I laminated the insite with a second layer of silnylon.
After closing the shelter, I reinforced the in- and outsite of the top with a circle of silnylon which was folded into a cone and again laminated with silicone.
Van pyreneeen 2011selektie



First,
apology for my poor knowledge of the English language.
therefore, my comments will be limited
I need your thoughts
I did a little test with two types of goose down.
The first came from les ateliers de lastour.

He is also the supplier for Valandre.

Ik used the ‘duvet d’oies grises du Périgord 95/05 réf 021000LD de 750 à 820 cuin.
Van donstest


The second is the 900 fill power white goose down van Thru-hiker

Van donstest

In both cases I did 20 grams down in a large glass tube. I kept the tube horizontally when I shake the down to move freely.
Then I put the tube vertically.
Van donstest

The loft of the two products seems remarkably similar
About 59 cm for the ‘duvet d’oies grises du Périgord 95/05 réf 021000LD de 750 à 820 cuin
Van donstest

And 61 cm for the thru-hiker stuff
Van donstest

The loft of the two products seems remarkably similar but the puff of thru hiker is much easier compressible.
For testing, I used a PU foam disc (37 gram) to compress te down clusters
37 cm for the duvet d’oies grises du Périgord 95/05
Van donstest

and 28 cm for the 900 fill power white goose down
Van donstest

The clusters of the French down d'Oies grises du Perigord 95/05 looks more robust but seem much less uniform than the down clusters of the 900 fill power white goose down.
More featers can be found in the French down while thy barely be found in the white goose down.
The air spaces between the gray goose down are much larger while the white goose down has a more compact look.
I have the impression that the small feathers also give much more structure and support to the down clusters than when they were absent.
This perhaps explains, i think, why the fluff Thru-hike much less resistant to pressure.
It must be said that the thru-hiker down have a much smoother look.


Soulo copy: I need your thoughts

I am making a copy of the soula (hilleberg).
(a little higher and longer)
I have made a framework for the dimensions of the fabric
some photo's
"soulo kopie"

"soulo kopie"

"soulo kopie"


MarcD on
Freestanding winter/summit tent
was already very helpful.
Should I make the seams as Hillberg does?
Or maybe like Roger Caffin doing?
see diagrammatic cross-section almost at the end
I fear leaks under stress.
This is not a tunnel tent but a dome.
What material would you use for the sleeve (the top part and the part that touches the ground?
The curve is steep and therefore I think only using sleeves is not easy to build up and break down the tent.
The Soulo has a neat solution to distribute the stress on the clips.
See photo
What fabric should I use?
Cutting the curve with heat to prevent fraying?
Or only using grosgrain (extra clips?)
Thank you.
winter down bag
i have made a down bag filled with 1000 gram 860 cuin down.
I wanted a central zipper just like the la fayette from Valandré.

Using a zipper on the left or right, then, it's easy to integrade a draft tube.
But with a zipper in the middle and a baffle hight of 11 cm?
I've found a solution for this issue by using two zippers, one for te outer, one for the inner.
The vertical part pops a little bit for a better seal.
Some photo's
down bag

down bag

schema

down bag
down bag
Some extra photo's on my dutch blog
A zipper for the rear and for the beak something like the echo ?315

I have an exped downmat 7 with integrated pump.
An integrated pump fails in deep cold because the elasticity is gone
Therefore exped sells a schnozzel pumpbag.
I found a good adapter for the input by using the ecover liquid dish soap bottle

schnozzel

Made a short video
More on my blog.
I would like to thank David for his insights
I used his experience to make my own prototype
of a backpack.
backpack
Cheap material is used for this first test.
myog
For the frame, I used laminated oak.
laminated oak
Strong and not as heavy as aluminum.
His last myog article was the basis for my design.
supplemented with the article "Contoured side panels for improved load carry in frameless packs" contoured
some thoughts in dutch on my blog

Edited by Ivo on 07/22/2015 15:39:27 MDT.

Hendrik Morkel
(skullmonkey) - MLife

Locale: Finland
Sí? on 08/01/2009 06:58:27 MDT Print View

A test

ULA Ohm

of a picture

Mark Seeley
(mseeley) - F

Locale: Arizona
test on 08/10/2009 20:52:16 MDT Print View

http://spreadsheets.google.com/ccc?key=0AismwcCzWrdRdG9ZQzV6MU9OWU5BTThhaUtULU00Smc&hl=en

Edited by mseeley on 08/10/2009 20:56:01 MDT.

Brett Maune
(bmaune) - F

Locale: SoCal
test on 09/16/2009 23:24:16 MDT Print View

test: whitney portal test:

Edited by bmaune on 09/16/2009 23:37:58 MDT.

Kerry Rodgers
(klrodgers) - MLife

Locale: North Texas
Making Flickr URLs work with their @ signs on 10/15/2009 13:29:02 MDT Print View

You can make Flickr URL's with an @ sign work by replacing the @ sign with %40

Greg Mihalik
(greg23) - M

Locale: Colorado
Re: Making Flickr URLs work with their @ signs on 10/15/2009 14:19:21 MDT Print View

Thank you Kerry!

I'll edit my original post.

Edited by greg23 on 10/26/2009 09:24:08 MDT.

Dan Yeruski
(zelph) - MLife

Locale: www.bplite.com
Re: Embedded Link on 10/25/2009 13:28:17 MDT Print View

Greg to the rescue!!!! You saved me once before =) I had a little cheat sheet taped to my old monitor for when I came to BPL to make a post. This site is the only one that I use html. My old monitor disappeared along with my cheat sheet. I googles html and tried to follow their instructions and failed somewhere. I'll use your instructions and give it a whirl. Here we go!!!!

BudLyte Super Stove

Dan Yeruski
(zelph) - MLife

Locale: www.bplite.com
Re: Re: Embedded Link on 10/25/2009 13:30:56 MDT Print View

Greg, you did it again, your are one heck of a nice guy to bail me out again. Thank You!!!

Now I can go and correct my errors =)

Dan

Greg Mihalik
(greg23) - M

Locale: Colorado
Re: Embedded Link on 10/25/2009 14:12:31 MDT Print View

Dan -

'The system might be limiting the amount of tried edits per person or time period, not sure why.'

Nope. Unlimited edits, AFAIK.

Edited by greg23 on 10/25/2009 14:23:57 MDT.

Ben Smith
(goosefeet) - MLife

Locale: Georgia
testing on 10/26/2009 08:35:04 MDT Print View

Golite Footwear

Arapiles .
(Arapiles) - M

Locale: Melbourne
test on 12/18/2009 05:38:19 MST Print View

Redgum

Edited by Arapiles on 12/18/2009 07:07:04 MST.

Miguel Arboleda
(butuki) - MLife

Locale: Kanto Plain, Japan
Re: test on 12/18/2009 07:00:38 MST Print View

Arapiles, you have to enclose the link with an ", just before the first >, then close the statement with a after "Redgum".

Arapiles .
(Arapiles) - M

Locale: Melbourne
Re: Re: test on 12/18/2009 07:05:00 MST Print View

Thanks Miguel - but whenever I post it chops off the "<" etc after Redgum .... not sure why.

Edit ... got it right, finally.

Edited by Arapiles on 12/18/2009 07:07:39 MST.

Miguel Arboleda
(butuki) - MLife

Locale: Kanto Plain, Japan
Re: test on 12/18/2009 07:11:10 MST Print View

Sorry, I forgot that you can't show hyperlink code on a webpage...it just disappears. Take a look at the OP hyperlink code again:

BPL Hyperlink Code

See the "BPL" text? After it you have to put in the symbols you see after "BPL" in the image above. Also, Just before "Redgum" and ">" you don't have an apostrophe to close the statement. Without the apostrophe the link that you wrote cannot be read.

Edit. Great! Happy Linking!

Edited by butuki on 12/18/2009 07:12:03 MST.

Nick Truax
(nicktruax) - F

Locale: SW Montana
test on 02/08/2010 18:58:12 MST Print View

TG

Marc Eldridge
(meld) - MLife

Locale: The here and now.
hyperlink on 02/19/2010 22:10:57 MST Print View

ACCU

Marc Eldridge
(meld) - MLife

Locale: The here and now.
another hyperlink on 02/19/2010 22:17:42 MST Print View

Ellipse

bueno

Edited by meld on 02/19/2010 22:18:43 MST.

John Donewar
(Newton) - MLife

Locale: Southeastern Louisiana
Re: hyperlink test on 04/10/2010 08:17:27 MDT Print View

Test

Cool Tarp

Testing

Newton

Robert Blean
(blean) - MLife

Locale: San Jose -- too far from Sierras
Putting Hyperlinks in Forum Postings at BPL on 04/10/2010 10:44:49 MDT Print View

From time to time, someone asks how to put a hyperlink in a posting. I am no HTML guy, but thought I would share a couple of things I have learned about about posting at BPL. (Suggestions for improving this post are welcome.)

Example of the source for a hyperlink:

<a href="http://www.backpackinglight.com">BPL</a>

The same hyperlink, live: BPL

To create your own hyperlink, just:

  • replace "http://www.backpackinglight.com" with your own URL (the quotation marks are required)
  • replace "BPL" with whatever text string you want to appear in your posting
  • include the result in your posting
The BPL posting mechanism does not handle an "@" sign in URLs, such as Flickr URLs. You can get around that by replacing the "@" with "%40". (Thanks, Kerry Rodgers.)

=========================================================

Handling long URLs -- use tinyurl

You cannot (successfully) handle very long URLs this way (a BPL software limitation?). The solution is to use http://tinyurl.com/ to create a shorter, but equivalent, URL.
  1. Go to http://tinyurl.com/
  2. Enter the long (i.e. real) URL and click the button
  3. Choose one of the two choices it gives you (direct, or preview). Use that URL in place of the original (long) URL.
I wish I could quantify how long is too long, but I can't. If anyone knows, please chime in and I'll modify this post to reflect that.

=========================================================

Referring to a specific post in a thread

The easiest way to get the URL for a specific post is to click on a link that takes you directly to that post. The URL the browser shows will then be the correct one.

Otherwise, you need to construct the correct URL. To do that, you need two things:
1) The ID of the specific post
2) The URL of the thread that post is in

Getting a specific post's ID
The ID of a specific post appears to be an overall sequence number for postings. Adjacent postings in the same thread will not necessarily have adjacent, or even close, IDs. The best way to find the ID of the specific post is to get it from the page's HTML:
  1. Look at the page's HTML source, such as by using one of the following ways:
    • Choose View Page Source from the right-mouse menu
    • Select from just before the post to within the post, and then choose View Selection Source from the right-mouse menu

  2. In the source, find the post you want to refer to, such as by searching for some of its text

  3. Look back (up) at the post's heading for a line like </table><a name="97772"></a>

  4. The digits after name= are the post's ID, in this case 97772

Forming the specific post's URL
Look at the URL from the browser. The part after "forum_thread_id=" is the interesting part. Depending on how you got to the page, it will look something like one of the following:
  • forum_thread_id=13314&startat=20
  • forum_thread_id=13314&disable_pagination=1
  • forum_thread_id=13314&skip_to_post=264865#264865
The first number after "forum_thread_id=", 13314 in this case, is the thread ID.
To create the specific post's URL:
  • take the URL from the browser
  • replace everything from the "&" after the thread ID with "&skip_to_post=97772#97772", where "97772" is the ID of the specific post
In this example, that would be:

<first part of the URL>forum_thread_id=13314&skip_to_post=97772#97772

As an example, the link to Kerry Rodgers' post earlier in this post was done that way -- his post's URL is http://www.backpackinglight.com/cgi-bin/backpackinglight/forums/thread_display.html?forum_thread_id=13314&skip_to_post=204575#204575.

Always test your URL after posting it

Enjoy!

Edited by blean on 04/10/2010 16:30:27 MDT.

Greg Mihalik
(greg23) - M

Locale: Colorado
Linking to a specific post in a thread on 04/10/2010 11:25:50 MDT Print View

nm

Edited by greg23 on 04/10/2010 20:13:09 MDT.

Robert Blean
(blean) - MLife

Locale: San Jose -- too far from Sierras
Re: Linking to a specific post in a thread on 04/10/2010 11:31:38 MDT Print View

Sorry Greg -- my bad -- I knew it was in "test", but forgot it is in your thread.

(Later) It was work-in-progress. I have now completed it. My intent is to:
1) show the URL example without needing an image
2) show how to construct a URL for a specific post
3) mention the need to use tinyurl at times

-- Bob

Edited by blean on 04/10/2010 13:22:20 MDT.

Greg Mihalik
(greg23) - M

Locale: Colorado
Re: Re: Linking to a specific post in a thread on 04/10/2010 12:04:35 MDT Print View

Great.
No apologies needed. This is not "My" thread. It's a Link resource thread.

I'll check back later.

Greg

Robert Blean
(blean) - MLife

Locale: San Jose -- too far from Sierras
Re: Putting Hyperlinks in Forum Postings at BPL on 04/10/2010 15:24:11 MDT Print View

I have often thought that the facts about putting a hyperlink in a posting should be collected in a single place. I have fixed my earlier posting to do that.

The posting now includes:
*) Making a basic hyperlink (redundant with several other postings)
*) Using tinyurl so that long URLs will work
*) How to reference a specific posting in a thread (such as I just did at the start of this posting)

The last of those is something I have not seen documented in another posting. It often requires looking at the source HTML. I hope that is not too off-putting. I hope that my directions are clear.

If anyone has suggestions for improving the posting -- corrections, pointing out something confusing or unclear, a way to make any of the information more accessible, other information that should be included there, etc please let me know.

Thanks,
Bob

Edited by blean on 04/10/2010 16:04:42 MDT.

Stephen Bodiya
(stephen@bodiya.com) - F

Locale: Michigan
test link on 04/12/2010 21:45:38 MDT Print View

Link

John Donewar
(Newton) - MLife

Locale: Southeastern Louisiana
test on 04/17/2010 21:41:57 MDT Print View

click on make your own zipper in the menu on the left

Edited by Newton on 04/17/2010 21:49:46 MDT.

Jason Delso
(zencarver) - MLife

Locale: DFW
Re: embedded link test on 11/09/2010 16:10:54 MST Print View

Charlie, indeed

Edited by zencarver on 11/09/2010 16:19:27 MST.

Chris W
(simplespirit) - MLife

Locale: .
Re: embedded link test (addition) on 11/09/2010 16:14:25 MST Print View

Add the target="_blank" attribute to your main post.

Jason Delso
(zencarver) - MLife

Locale: DFW
Re: Re: embedded link test (addition) on 11/09/2010 16:20:15 MST Print View

"Add the target="_blank" attribute to your main post."

Sir, yes, sir! ;)

John Roan
(JRoan) - MLife

Locale: Vegas
Re: test on 11/09/2010 17:00:58 MST Print View

My Site

MUL logo

Jason Delso
(zencarver) - MLife

Locale: DFW
Embedded Link on 11/09/2010 17:04:01 MST Print View

No, no, no. You need to "Add the target="_blank" attribute to your main post."

Michael L
(mpl_35) - MLife

Locale: The Palouse
Re: Re: Re: Linking to a specific post in a thread on 11/16/2010 12:44:55 MST Print View

Edited by mpl_35 on 11/16/2010 12:45:26 MST.

Michael L
(mpl_35) - MLife

Locale: The Palouse
test on 11/16/2010 13:07:41 MST Print View

amazon

BPL

Edited by mpl_35 on 11/16/2010 13:09:29 MST.

Michael L
(mpl_35) - MLife

Locale: The Palouse
test on 11/16/2010 13:32:19 MST Print View

book

Edited by mpl_35 on 11/16/2010 13:34:23 MST.

David Schreiber
(dschreiber41) - F
test on 02/20/2011 08:52:05 MST Print View

test

Edited by dschreiber41 on 02/20/2011 08:54:58 MST.

Diana Vann
(DianaV) - MLife

Locale: Wandering
Test on 02/25/2011 11:50:31 MST Print View

BPL

Edited by DianaV on 02/25/2011 12:04:04 MST.

Scott Truong
(elf773)

Locale: Vancouver, BC
test on 02/26/2011 03:06:12 MST Print View

Bus Sur

Edited by elf773 on 02/26/2011 03:08:41 MST.

Tim Zen
(asdzxc57) - F

Locale: MI
pre tag on 02/26/2011 15:45:40 MST Print View

<pre>
KEEP EMBEDDED SPACES LIKE
THIS
ON
A
NEW
LINE
</pre>

Lawrence Honikel
(dhonikel)
Test URL on 02/27/2011 07:42:08 MST Print View

removed...

Edited by dhonikel on 02/27/2011 07:44:11 MST.

KEN LARSON
(KENLARSON) - MLife

Locale: Western Michigan
Re: Embedded Link on 04/27/2011 13:53:05 MDT Print View

TEST

Bobby Lee
(rblee) - F
Re: on 05/05/2011 21:45:34 MDT Print View

nm

Edited by rblee on 05/05/2011 21:47:28 MDT.

Lane DeCost
(spamhere) - F

Locale: Everglades
re on 05/16/2011 19:06:43 MDT Print View

Look for the info here and here

Chad Miller
(chadnsc)

Locale: Duluth, Minnesota
Re: Embedded Link on 06/03/2011 07:39:31 MDT Print View

DONATION

DONATION



http://tinyurl.com/3ukf8p9

Edited by chadnsc on 06/03/2011 07:40:58 MDT.

Chad Miller
(chadnsc)

Locale: Duluth, Minnesota
Embedded Link test on 06/03/2011 07:45:17 MDT Print View

Donation Page

Edited by chadnsc on 06/03/2011 07:45:53 MDT.

drowning in spam
(leaftye) - F

Locale: SoCal
Re: Embedded Link test on 06/03/2011 08:14:50 MDT Print View

I often add a

target=_blank

to the link so that it opens in a new tab or window.

Jennifer McFarlane
(JennyMcFarlane) - MLife

Locale: Southern California
test embedded link on 06/28/2011 18:02:22 MDT Print View

Olukai

Richard Cullip
(RichardCullip) - M

Locale: San Diego County
Testing imbedded youtube video on 06/30/2011 10:34:21 MDT Print View

If you haven't seen this video, it's pretty interesting to watch a bear trying it's best to get into a BearVault canister somewhere along the PCT.

Rob Vandiver
(ShortBus)

Locale: So Cal
Re: Embedded Link on 07/02/2011 19:28:10 MDT Print View

Rae Lakes Loop Pictures on Flickr

Edited by ShortBus on 07/12/2011 23:28:23 MDT.

Rob Vandiver
(ShortBus)

Locale: So Cal
Re: Embedded Link on 07/12/2011 23:29:54 MDT Print View

Rae Lakes Loop Pics

Chris Kopp
(ckopp) - F

Locale: SoCal
Re: Embedded Link on 07/31/2011 12:40:03 MDT Print View

here

Stephen P
(spavlock) - F

Locale: Mid-Atlantic
test on 08/18/2011 20:10:08 MDT Print View

Canaan from DS

Edited by spavlock on 08/18/2011 20:17:01 MDT.

Tom Brown
(tzbrown)
test on 10/09/2011 11:03:16 MDT Print View

google

Ken T.
(kthompson) - MLife

Locale: Behind the Redwood Curtain
Re: Embedded Link on 11/05/2012 21:26:48 MST Print View

BPL

OK then, still know how.

Edited by kthompson on 11/05/2012 21:29:23 MST.

Maris L
(Ablaut) - M
test on 12/16/2012 23:29:38 MST Print View

.

Edited by Ablaut on 12/16/2012 23:39:39 MST.

Casey Bowden
(clbowden) - MLife

Locale: Berkeley Hills
Re: Embedded Link on 04/18/2013 16:39:44 MDT Print View

Work link work

Ionian Basin

Jason Elsworth
(jephoto) - M

Locale: New Zealand
test on 04/28/2013 02:51:42 MDT Print View

hat/a>

Edited by jephoto on 04/28/2013 02:52:27 MDT.

Jason Elsworth
(jephoto) - M

Locale: New Zealand
test on 04/28/2013 02:54:51 MDT Print View

hat

Jason Elsworth
(jephoto) - M

Locale: New Zealand
test on 04/28/2013 02:58:16 MDT Print View

hat

Jason Elsworth
(jephoto) - M

Locale: New Zealand
test on 05/17/2013 16:27:00 MDT Print View

HMG mid

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Ken T.
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Why not use quotation marks?


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Honest question.

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God-dard mosquitos

This report summarizes a two-night solo trip I took last weeke—

Uh, Adam? Last weekend? Wasn’t that Father’s Day?
Yeah—it was.
Aren’t you a father? Shouldn’t you have spent it with…you know…your son?
Ahem. Let me try again.

This report summarizes an expedited two-night solo trip I took last weekend. The hike took me on a straight-forward out-and-back from the Maxson Trailhead, near Courtright Reservoir, via Hell For Sure Pass into Goddard Canyon, then up to Wanda Lake in Evolution Basin. Although there are a plethora of off-trail options for exploring in this area, I stuck to the trails—my real purpose was simply to see Goddard Canyon; a canyon I’ve seen on the map and passed by so God-dard (ha!) many times that I finally dedicated a trip to visiting it.

I’ve never been good at doing so, but I’m going to try to keep this brief. This report is also available as a .pdf here. The pdf version includes higher resolution photos, and other delightful nuggets, like footnotes, the maps and notes I brought with me, and my gear and food lists.

If you're just here for the eye-candy, the photos are uploaded to Flickr, and are viewable here.

This trip was in the same vein as the last few I’ve taken—cram in as many sights as possible into as short of a time as you can. Visit some places you’ve always wanted to go, and if possible, also visit some places that you’ve always wanted to go back to. If it hurts—if it’s hard, if it’s painful—that’s fine. Maybe that’s good.

Don’t bring much. Go lightweight. Float over passes, and glide down descents. Don’t fight the mountain; befriend it.

Day 1 was a 26 mile day that started with the 4h:15m drive from the bay area to Courtright Reservoir. I climbed from the reservoir over Hell For Sure Pass, and descended Goddard Canyon, to end the day on the PCT/JMT at the Goddard Creek footbridge. +5,200/-4,800 ft of elevation change.

Day 2 was a marathon (well, 1.5x marathon) 40 mile day that took me up into Evolution Basin and back, then back up Goddard Canyon, and over Hell For Sure Pass to finally camp on the west side of the LeConte Divide. +7,800/-6,500 ft of elevation change.

Day 3 was a quick and straightforward 12 miles back to the car. +1,000/-2,600 feet of elevation change.

All in all, it was about 78 miles with +/-14,000 ft of elevation change. I was out for about 47 hours.

Where I went in orthogonal planes:
Where I went, displayed on a 2D horizontal slice of cartesian space (top) and an orthogonal 2D vertical slice of cartesian space (bottom); known colloquially as a “map” and an “elevation profile”.

Only the first half is shown on the elevation profile—it was an out-and-back, so the second half is identical, in reverse.

map

Things I brought to stay alive
Below is everything I brought. In the bear can are 10,841 calories. Everything—food, gear and weights—are listed in excruciating detail on the last two pages of the pdf version. Excruciating. I just got a scale that can measure down to 0.005 oz, so I had a field day remeasuring everything I own to finesse the last few tenths of oz of uncertainty out of my gear. Yes—I do have a problem—but this isn’t even my biggest one.

The base weight of my gear including bear can was around 8.37 lbs; total starting pack weight was around 14.5 lbs.

gear
All the stuff I brought:
First column: Stuff I wore (visor + bandanna, shirt, boxers, running shorts, gaiters + socks, shoes)
Second column: Packed clothes (fleece beanie + headnet, shell + puffy, silk weight long john’s, wind pants, two pairs of socks)
Third column: Gear (first aid kit (includes oodles of miscellany), TP, Steripen + DEET, maps, tarp, bivy, quilt)
Fourth column: Pack, food and water storage (Pack, bear can, gatorade bottles)


Friday: two electrical engineers meet on a footbridge
Once again, I’m out the door early on a Friday morning. I want to get to the High Sierra District ranger station in Prather shortly after 8:00am, when they open—I need a permit. Sierra National Forest has some silly rules for walk-in permits. Like, you can get them 48 hours in advance, if you show up in person at a ranger station. So—Friday’s walk-in permits could be gone by Friday, if hordes show up on Wednesday and Thursday, and get their Friday permit, then fart around for two days. I don’t have time to fart around—these days, I have so little free time that I’ve optimized my farts into shock waves.

I’m in luck, because they have a permit for me. I’m leaning on the counter of the permit office, eating a banana. There are two rangers staffing HQ this morning—while one is diligently filling out my paperwork, the other regales me with a tale about a youtube video, where someone un-ripens an overripe banana by putting it in a bag with rice, then blows it with a hair dryer. My inner-economist is already optimizing her droll tale: how much does the rice and electricity cost? Don’t bananas still cost, like, $0.19? What price do you put on your own labor? I think banana bread is probably optimal here. That assumes that this scheme works—I don’t think fruits magically un-ripen with desiccation, but I don’t mention this to her. On the jerk-scale, I guess I’m somewhere between “you make nice conversation, and I call you a moron to your face”, and “I write passive belittling remarks on the internet about nice strangers”

Permit in hand, I resume the drive to Courtright Reservoir, and arrive around 10:00am. The drive—including a stop for gas, and the stop for banana tutorials—took around 4h15m. That’s not bad, because now, I realize—as I look around—I’m at 8,000 feet and surrounded by granite domes.

Within ten minutes, I’m on the trail. In Maxson Meadow—within the first mile—mosquitos descend on me. I’m no stranger to mosquitos; I grew up in Wisconsin. But in Wisconsin, bad mosquitos just mean they’re the size of hummingbirds, and are rude and unfriendly, like they’re from Chicago or something. In the Sierra, bad mosquitos mean eleventy billion of them descend upon you and coat you in a writhing charcoal carpet, and feast upon your blood until you are a shriveled corpse that even rice and a hair dryer can’t save.

Unfortunately, I wore shorts. Fortunately, I brought DEET. With DEET on my legs, and a head net on my head, I am shielded from The Horde.

The hike begins like my last hike, with a hum-drum walk through the woods. But this time, it’s only that for the first 12 miles. For those 12 miles, I do the things that hikers do: I pass through meadows, and hop across streams, and climb and descend the oscillations in the trail.

As I pass through sandy meadows, I am offered glimpses of the LeConte Divide—the massive granite barrier I’m headed towards, and must traverse.

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Lots of this

Soon, I’m expelled from the woods altogether, and find myself following a trail of moderate quality that winds along tilted granite slabs. I’m spoiled by trails like the JMT, that are superbly marked and maintained. This trail is marked in some places by cairns, and in some places by rows of rocks that have been tediously arranged. In some places, it’s not marked at all—in those places, I look around to find it and sometimes give up, just heading the direction I know it must go. Whenever that happens, I find it again shortly.

I pass Disappointment Lake, and then some smaller unnamed lakes. These deep-blue, cool gems are nestled in the pink rosy granite, and are too beautiful to pass by. I take a break for lunch. I’m at about 10,500 feet, and there’s a little breeze, but not enough to keep The Horde at bay. Head net on. I lay on my back in the soft grass, looking up towards Hell For Sure pass, periodically sneaking bites of tortilla in under my head net. This…this is a pretty nice place. I have to give it to California—it keeps delivering new gems like this.

I lazily take to my feet to continue winding my way towards the pass, but am waylaid by the spectacular Hell For Sure lake. It is—perhaps—the image of perfection for a high Sierra lake: it rests in a shallow granite depression, surrounded by patches of verdant grass and rosy granite. The dark gray massif of Mount Hutton looms behind it, laced with veins of white snow. The occasional tree dots the shoreline, and—to make it’s perfection almost comical—several small islands rise peacefully from it’s glassy, azure waters.

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The top image is a photo I took, the bottom image is an excerpt I printed from Google Earth and brought with me. I know where I’m headed! The round peak to the left is Red Mountain; the trail ascends Hell For Sure Pass just to the north of the Red Mountain. Google Earth even got the weather right!

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Disappointment Lake. Nobody visits Disappointment Lake without commenting on the name. According to Browning’s Sierra Nevada Place Names: “Rae Crabtree, the Coolidge Meadow packer, reported in 1945 that the lake was named by some tourists who had poor fishing there.” I am doing no fishing, and therefore experience no disappointment.

I tried to look up the etymology of Hell For Sure before I came on this trip, but all I could find was that 1) the Hell For Sure Pass trail used to be an old sheep trail named the “Baird Trail”, and 2) Joseph LeConte was the first one to put the name “Hell For Sure” on the paper. Now I wonder—did LeConte have a sense of humor? Heaven For Sure, perhaps.

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Hell For Sure Lake from the bottom of the pass

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Hell For Sure Lake panorama

I continue the ascent, and it quickly begins in earnest. My body not-so-subtely reminds me that I slept at sea level last night, and the last few hundred vertical feet towards the 11,200 foot pass seem to take forever. It’s not so bad—I just pause, catch my breath, and look back towards Hell For Sure Lake—but the name Hell For Sure doesn’t seem as outrageously out of place any more.

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Hell For Sure Lake, from near the top of the pass

My stuttering ascent continues, and by 3:15pm, I’m on top. 11,200 feet.

The views are spectacular. There is a rainbow of color in front of me: I’m standing on the orange rock of Red Mountain, which falls away in front of me, and as it does so, is speckled with the lime-green vegetation of June, and here and there, patches of ivory snow. Rising out of the other side of Goddard Canyon is the looming dark gray massif of Emerald peak, painted with slashing ribbons of lighter rock, dotted with dark green trees, laced again with ivory icing. The rock transforms to lighter grays to the north, where Peter Peak and Mount McGee rise out of the same massif. These peaks reach into a brilliant blue-bird sky, which would be a pristine canvas were it not for the wispy cirrus clouds stretched across it.

I just took a break below the pass, but the vista in front of me forces another. As an added bonus, it’s windy up here, and that keeps the mosquitos at bay.

I spend ten minutes doing nothing—sitting, staring ahead. Entranced, absorbing.

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The rainbow view from the top of Hell For Sure Pass

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Panorama from the top of Hell For Sure Pass. Goddard Canyon is ahead, to the left--Hell For Sure Lake, where I came from, is to the right

Eventually, I bring myself to my feet, and begin the descent. The trail is windy and smooth and fun, and I move quickly. As I descend, the views to the north open up—I see Mount Gabb, then Seven Gables. Seven Gables—the peak that lords over Bear Creek, in an elusive, remote part of this gran sierra nevada. Hello, stranger.

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Panorama taken along the descent of Hell For Sure Pass

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Looking north from the descent. Seven Gables is the peak to the far left.

The trail levels out, and begins to disappear and reappear. Sometimes I lose it, but then find it again. I spent a fair amount of time researching this trail before the trip—it did not have a great reputation. But I knew the general route, and was in the mood for an adventure—so here I am.

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Looking south from the trail further along the descent—why hello Mt. Goddard!

I round a corner and she is there: fifteen feet away a bear is looking back at me. For microseconds, we’re both paused—eyes locked, faces blank. The bear reacts faster than I do, and is crashing away before I’ve even begun to process the interaction. She’s a fat, cinnamon photogenic fur ball. I’m sad to have missed the photo op, but glad to have not become a chew toy--that's closer than I've ever been to a bear in the wild.

Soon the descent halts, as I arrive at a long bench, and begin to follow the trail south along it. The trail up here parallels the trail at the bottom of Goddard Canyon, but is going the wrong way—it travels two miles or so to the south, while ultimately, I am headed north. That’s no matter to me, because I’m here to see Goddard Canyon.

I wind my way south, and eventually north, along Goddard Canyon. At the bottom of Goddard Canyon, Goddard Creek has created quite a respectable gorge. I am reminded of my visit last year to the gorge of the Middle Fork Kings. Both are spectacular gorges that few seem to visit.

Water is everywhere. It cascades down the opposite face of Goddard Canyon, in voluminous white horsetails that meander and fall, and meander and fall, until they meet the mighty Goddard Creek below. Goddard Creek itself has a few surprises in store for me: massive falls that—if they existed in the midwest—would harbor their own national monument. I discover these not once—not twice—but three times.

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Nearing the Evolution Creek/Goddard Creek/South Fork San Joaquin Junction--it's the obvious junction ahead

By 6:30pm, the footbridge emerges, and I’m at the bottom. There are many campsites at the Goddard Creek footbridge, and it’s along both the JMT and PCT. I’m expecting hordes of campers here—hordes. I’m kind of looking forward to it, because I’ve been lonely all day—I haven’t seen anyone since mile 4 or so.

The thing is, it’s deserted here. There’s no one around. Do JMT hikers hike longer days now? I thought they were in camp by…3pm? PCT hikers hike longer days. Maybe they’ll roll in around 8:00pm. The sun won’t go down until 8:30pm.

I consider going further, but I want to sleep low—this campsite is at 8,480 ft, and if I begin ascending into Evolution Valley, I probably won’t be able to camp below 9,200 ft. I throw my pad and bivy and quilt onto the ground, and begin eating. I wash the DEET off my legs, and don my wind pants, even though the mosquitos aren’t particularly bad here. I have a headache—a bad headache—I don’t know if it’s from lack of caffeine, or from altitude, but I tag-team it with two Excedrin, and a Starbucks Via added to my usual end-of-day cocktail consisting of Recoverite and protein powder. I’m sipping my cocktail, wondering what to do.

Hmm. I’m not usually bored while backpacking.

I see another hiker, standing on the footbridge, and decide to go chat with him. I haven’t spoken to anyone all day—really, since the rangers in the permit office. The social drought has left me chatty.

His name is Eric, and he has an adventure ahead of him: he’s going from Florence Lake to Whitney, then out via the High Sierra Trail. This is his first night on the trail. I’m jealous of him—not because of his long trip, but because of what he’s about to see for the very first time—places like Evolution Basin, and the Palisades, and Upper Basin, and Rae Lakes, and the Kaweahs. You only get to discover those once, and he’s about to.

We talk for a while—half an hour, maybe. We talk about all sorts of things. Kids, family, obligations…life, work—turns out we’re both electrical engineers—jobs, gear, the mountains. He’s carrying a 55 lb pack due to all the food, and he usually carries a 40 lb pack. It’s oppressive.

When we bid farewell, I tell him that I’ll see him tomorrow, since I’m doing an out and back up to Evolution Basin.

I retreat to my quilt, and look at maps and elevation profiles. It was a good day—I finally visited the elusive Goddard Canyon, and saw some awesome sights on the way. Tomorrow…tomorrow is going to be a full day. I’d pop up to Evolution basin, which would be a stroll down memory lane. I planned to turn around at Wanda Lake, then retrace my steps to here, then ascend Goddard Canyon and Hell For Sure Pass, to camp on the other side. It is a great idea in theory, but the math has me worried…it looks like I’ll be about 36 miles into the day when I stand atop Hell For Sure Pass again. 36 is a big number. Hmm.

It sounds like a good dilemma to ignore until I’m atop Hell For Sure Pass again, so I put the maps away, send off a SPOT message, zip up my bivy, and close my eyes.

A frequent cough keeps sleep at bay—I have a cold or virus or something, and I almost abandoned the trip. But I decided that walking was one thing I could do. So here I am.

Sleep doesn’t come, but relaxation does. The mosquitoes have gone to bed, so I unzip my bivy. Soon, the moon has set, and the expansive milky way stretches across the sky. I’m toasty warm, and there’s the teensiest nip in the air on my exposed face. Erratic meteorites flash and zip past wearisome satellites that drone uninterrupted across the night sky.

Around 2:00am, I try to sleep in earnest, and it works.


Saturday: Me and my eleventy billion closest friends
My alarm doesn’t go off. With my Android phone, if I set my alarm, then turned the phone off, the alarm will still go off. I guess it doesn’t work that way with iPhones.

Oh well. I’m up at 5:10am, and on the trail by 5:40am. I’m climbing immediately—switchbacks that lead up to Evolution Valley. I feel good, despite getting only a few hours of sleep.

In no time, I’m at the ford of Evolution Creek. Usually I’d take my socks and liners out, and put on my shoes, and plod across. But it looks benign, and dry footwear is enticing, so I cross barefoot.

Next I’m in McClure Meadow, and it’s spectacular, as always. I haven’t seen them all yet, but so far, this is my favorite meadow in the Sierra. I take a break, and stare.

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McClure Meadow: Meadow of meadows; meadow perfection.

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McClure Meadow panorama

Soon I’m climbing the switchbacks into Evolution Basin. It’s harder than I want it to be—my pack is light, my legs are strong…is it the altitude? I slept at 8,500 ft last night. Why can’t I just breathe thin air better? What do I need to do?

Then, I’m there—Evolution Lake. It is, of course, beautiful, because Evolution Lake is always beautiful. It’s 8:30am, which is a good time for a snack, and a good time to do some more staring. Hello Mounts Darwin and Mendel. Hello Spencer, hello Fiske.

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Evolution Lake from the northern shore. Mt Spencer rises proudly in the background. Mount Huxley is the darker prominent peak to the right.

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Evolution Lake panorama

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Looking back towards north Evolution Lake. The dark peak to the right is the east face of Emerald Peak. I’ll end the day on the opposite side of it, after circumnavigating it.

I’m off, and I’m whisked away to Sapphire Lake, a literal gem. Marmots are scurrying about, taking care of the business of their apparently thriving empire. One poses, so I oblige and take a picture.

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Sapphire Lake. The prominent peak to the left is Mt. Huxley. The snow-laced peak in the background is the east ridge of Mt. Goddard.

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Marmot sentry

Soon I’m climbing towards Wanda Lake. The trail is more monotonous here than I recall—I remember Evolution Basin being a thrill-a-minute, but several minutes have passed. It’s just a lot of granite—and this coming from a person who loves granite. I keep checking my barometer, and know when I’m getting close.

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A reverent view of Fiske

And then I’m there, and it’s fantastic: Brooding Black Giant looms behind Mt Solomon, both laced with puritanical white ribbons of snow. They are reflected in the still, glassy, deep blue waters of Wanda Lake, the northern shoreline of which is ringed with dark mossy vegetation. The sky above is a dark blue—so dark, it seems like part of the atmosphere is missing; like I’m closer to outer space than I am to the earth’s surface. The notch of Muir Pass is in the background, and the ascent doesn’t look too snow-laden. I ponder, and look at my watch…If I ascend Muir Pass, will I have time to make it back over Hell For Sure Pass today? I verify my decision not to—I don’t want to find myself 40 miles into the day, descending Hell For Sure Pass in the dark. Besides, I’ve ascended Muir Pass, and recently—last year, my dad and I did it twice in one day, after taking a break right where I am now.

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Wanda Lake panorama. Heaven for Sure...

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A crop of the above, because BPL makes panoramas tiny

I linger for a little while longer. The mosquitos have found me up here, surprisingly—I thought 11,400 feet would be high enough to avoid them. These are a determined brand of mosquito, but the DEET and head net are enough to preserve my sanity. I lay down, and spend more time absorbing my surroundings, alternating a nutritious lunch of Reeses Pieces and Pringles.

By 10:30am, I decide it’s time to descend. I brush the Pringle crumbs off my shirt—a gift to the Marmot Empire—and begin the 13 mile trek back to where I camped last night.

It’s the same sights, but in reverse—and I haven’t seen these sights in this direction since 2010, so it’s welcome. So—this is what it’s like for PCT hikers. I can’t really fathom it…Muir Pass, then what…Selden Pass? Then Silver Pass? It’s foreign and confusing—it’s like trying to recite the alphabet backwards for the first time.

Near the bottom of the descent to Evolution Meadow, I run into Eric—the engineer from the footbridge. He’s still fighting his 55 lb pack. Maybe it only weighs 53 lbs today. We both get water at the base of the switchbacks, and we bid each other adieu again. I give him my contact information—I want to find out how his hike ends up.

At the Evolution Creek ford, there’s a crowd. I trek across, and chat with a PCT hiker named Taxi. He loses his sunglasses in Evolution Creek, but miraculously, finds them. He’s full of vigor and energy, which is refreshing—the other PCT hikers are glassy-eyed and somber.

On the descent to Goddard Creek, I think of the glassy-eyed PCT hikers, and decide that I have seen enough hikers in my past few trips to develop accurate stereotypes for categorizing hikers using only brief visual cues:

(disclaimer: these are tongue-in-cheek!)

The PCT hiker is a lean, dirty 20-something speeding along in running shorts and gaiters. When she looks at you, her stare is empty—she’s a little shell-shocked. The desert was one thing—all she had to worry about is water—but the Sierra? She didn’t sign up for this shiite: the snow, the climbs, the elevation, the mosquitos, the rocky descents. She’s now willing to admit that she wanted to walk 2,660 miles, but she was never sure why. She’s thinking of leaving at Mammoth, but she won’t tell you that—she won’t tell you anything, because she’s got her earbuds in. She knows she went over a pass today, and has to go over another pass tomorrow, and it doesn’t bother her that she has no idea what their names are.

The JMT hiker is a clean hiker with a huge pack. He’s either a 20-something college student who has only been backpacking three times before, or a 50-something who—let’s face it—is carrying a little extra weight up those passes, and it’s not in the huge pack. The JMT hiker spent just as much time planning as the PCT hiker for a distance that is ten times shorter. They know everything there is to know about the JMT—they know what time VVR closes on Tuesdays, and how many switchbacks there are up bear ridge. As a victim of their over-planning, they carry far more than they need too—the Yahoo JMT group scared them into that. You’ll spot them grimacing up a pass—usually taking a break.

The weekend warrior is wearing a cotton T-shirt, hiking boots, and has an external frame pack. You’ll see him within five miles of the trailhead. He’s always wearing aviator shades—I have no idea why. He packed in beer—he’s out to have a good time—but he doesn’t know what LNT stands for.

The backcountry wizard usually appears as a mix of the three above, but there’s always one or two things off in their appearance—like, they’re wearing a ziploc bag under their beanie, or they have an empty ketchup bottle strapped to the outside of their pack. You’ll know it’s a backcountry wizard when they casually describe their route, and use words like “col”, “arrete”, or “bench”. When you visualize their route, you’ll realize they’re magically weaving all over these mountains. They don’t count walking on trails as “hiking”—that’s just riding a conveyer belt.

The fast-packer—these are my brethren. We look like the PCT hiker, but are cleaner, with a smaller pack, and a lot more energy. You’re not quite sure what we look like from the front, because if you encounter us head-on, it’s pretty blurry. When we stop to chat with you, we throw darting glances around and look at our watches nervously—like sharks, our life-force drains when we’re not moving. We won’t admit it, but we’ve all tried to pee without stopping. We started our hike yesterday at a place you didn’t realize was even connected to where we are now, and we’re finishing it tomorrow at a place you’ll be in four days. What? There are roses up here?

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By the time I’m done formulating my offensive stereotypes, I’m back at the Goddard Creek crossing. So are many others—using visual cues, I determine that they’re a mix of JMT and PCT hikers. This is validated when (no joke) overhear:

“Oh, you’re thru-hiking the JMT? I’m thru-hiking the PCT…”

I continue on without joining the gaggle—the fast-packer in me doesn’t want to stop, and the engineer in me worries about where velocity-times-time is going to land me at the end of the day—it’s 2:30pm now.

I begin the climb of Goddard Canyon, and after a mile, run into a Backcountry Wizard. We chat for a while—fifteen minutes. He had an adventurous hike, and I’m jealous of his willingness and ability to veer from the well-traveled ribbons that I glue myself to. We bid adieu, and I continue. The climb is gentle, but the trail more rugged than the JMT. Instead of up, up, up, it’s up, up, down, up. I turn at the unmarked junction, and begin the ascent of Hell For Sure Pass. The trail seems easier to follow from this side. I don’t feel familiar with it—but am I, subconsciously?

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Goddard Canyon beauty

The trail steepens towards the top, and my pace is slowed. I’m starting to tire, and my body is beginning to whine: a chafed back, a heel blister, an achy knee. It’s the elevation, right? That’s why this is hard? I’m not sure. I hoped it would be easier. I take breaks every hundred feet of ascent. The final push is me vs. the pass, but eventually, I win: I’m there.

The setting sun bathes the western flank of the divide, casting long shadows throughout the ever-spectacular granite bowl of Hell For Sure Lake. I pause for a few minutes. It’s 6:15pm.

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One more time--Hell For Sure Lake, from near the pass

Choices…choices. I can camp at Hell For Sure Lake, but it’s high—it’s at over 10,742 feet. That’s a bit aggressive, altitude-wise. Just below it is Disappointment Lake, at 10,342 feet. That would be better, but both of those would mean a 4-5 mile hour hike tomorrow morning.

Below both of those, at 9,750 feet, is Fleming Lake. Perhaps I could camp a bit above it, to stave off mosquitos? It’s only 12 miles from the trailhead, and it’s mostly downhill, so I should be to the car within four hours…with a 4.5 hour drive, that gets me home in time to be father on Father’s Day. The decision is made, and I plod along in the twilight, down the mediocre trail on the granite slabs, through the trees, across the creeks, to Fleming Lake. I arrive around 7:40pm.

fill up my water bottles, and head away from the lake and stream, towards higher ground—hoping to avoid a few of the mosquitos. I stop periodically, but am swarmed—I take that to mean I haven’t gone far enough. But, I find a good spot—swarm or not—and set down my pack.

I didn’t come for solitude, but here I am—me and eleventy billion of my closest friends.

I have a well-thought out plan:
Clean DEET off legs
Don mosquito-proof outfit
???

I accomplish 1. and 2., and…hmm. They’re still swarming on me. My mosquito-proof outfit consists of fleece beanie, then visor, then hooded rain shell, then head net on top; windpants, over silk long-johns, gaiters and shoes on the bottom. Fleece gloves on my hands. If I stand still, fifty land on me. Moments later, there’s a hundred. I don’t think they can bite me, but it doesn’t really matter—I feel the tiniest hint of an itch, and I assume they’ve squirmed through an orifice somewhere in my armor, and I react. So although it’s mosquito-proof, it’s not doing a satisfactory job of preserving my sanity.

While wearing my bee-keeper suit, I mix up my evening cocktail. I try to sip it by quickly lifting my headnet, but the only way to accomplish this is by pacing ten paces, then lifting the head net for a swig, then pacing ten more, and repeating—otherwise, The Horde is already there, and in attacking-the-Death-Star fashion, they scream in in organized waves whenever the head net is lifted. Pacing is not my idea of fun—I’ve gone about forty miles today. I don’t really want to go three more while eating dinner.

I look at my bivy and sigh. Time to climb in. My bivy is kind of like a man-sized trash bag. It’s meant for times like this—when the alternative is even less pleasant than temporary mummification. I unzip my bivy, squirm in, and zip it up behind me. I leave my head net on, and spend a few minutes killing the ten that made it inside. When I feel it’s safe, I take my head net off, and breathe a sigh of relief when I’m not devoured immediately. I imagine this is what it feels like when you re-enter the space shuttle after a spacewalk, and depressurize the suit: Did my head just explode? No? Good.

It’s actually peaceful. I’m lying on my 1/8” closed cell foam pad on the hot sandy spot where I threw down my gear. It’s soft and warm, and I’m not moving. I’m looking straight up, through the crescent-moon-shaped mesh patch above my face, watching The Horde deal with their frustration. They land on the mesh, and take-off, and land again, and swarm around the warm air exiting my bivy.

I sip my cocktail, and relax. The secret fast-packers won’t tell you is that we love not moving, but we’re too insecure to do it when it’s light out.

I’m done with my cocktail and look at my watch. I still have stuff to do before I can go to sleep for the night—my bear can is open, next to me. My empty cocktail bottle is cast aside in the sand. I should probably eat more, but I’m not hungry. Lack of hunger aside, I feel pretty darn good—that was a 40 mile day. Hell, I still had an hour of daylight—maybe I should’ve kept going. But I had assumed The Horde would gain strength as I descended. In fact, there might be elevations where The Horde would’ve won this battle. No, this was a good choice. But should I have gone all the way to Muir Pass today? Hmm.

I close my eyes, and open them periodically. I take my watch off, which has a barometer and thermometer in it, and set it off to the side, hoping to watch the temperature drop as the sun sets. I assume it will cool off enough to cause The Horde to subside—or at a minimum, to be too lethargic to wage a war worth discussing.

By 8:15pm, it’s still 68 degrees out, and there’s still 50 above me.

I decide to wait until I can only see five on my mesh portal to the world.

I close my eyes.

I open them—there’s twenty. I close my eyes.

I open them—there’s…still twenty. I close them.

This plays out for a while. The sun sets, and it starts to cool. I pull my quilt around me, and doze off.

At 9:30pm, I wake up. I hear crickets, and see a few stars in the dim night sky. It’s deathly still out. There are four mosquitos on my screen. Jackpot.

I emerge.

I wander down to the creek, and get water, and clean my cocktail bottle. I decide not to eat any dinner, because I’m still not hungry. I don’t have to feel great tomorrow—I just have to hike 12 miles, which is mostly flat or downhill. I know I’ll lack energy tomorrow if I don’t eat dinner, but I don’t care. I’m not hungry.

I relax my defenses to ThreatCon 1: I take off the headnet, and rain shell, and inflate my air mattress inside my bivy. I get everything squared away for the warm, fuzzy night ahead. I run my hand over my bivy, and am disappointed to shake hands with a cold wetness. There’s already condensation on it. I look around. I look up. I’m not terribly sheltered from the cold dark universe above me. I look at my watch—it’s already 43 degrees out, and it’s not even 10:00pm yet. It’s going to be a cold, still night. Radiative cooling is going to make that a wet, cold night, for me, in my exposed bivy. Reluctantly, I pitch my tarp. I haven’t pitched it in a year, and the resultant pitch is pathetic; a saggy, wrinkly circus tent. It’s deathly still, so I don’t care.

I climb in, and don’t even bother zipping up my bivy. I nod off quickly.

On and off throughout the night, I wake up. Each time, I check my watch. The temperature is dropping. I’m pleased with my decision to pitch the tarp—I’m warm and comfortable. By 3:00am, the mercury has dropped to 27 degrees, and that’s inside my tarp. The forecast low was in the 40s—a meteorological swing-and-a-miss. The stillness of the night keeps me warm, so I have little to complain about.

Sunday: Fun day

I left my phone on overnight, so my alarm would go off—and it does. But I hit snooze. Twice. Adam the responsible parent may be in a rush to get home for Father’s day, but delirious, sleep-induced Adam has different priorities. Eventually, I goad myself out of my quilt to fetch my bear can. I climb right back in, and eat breakfast.

Having skipped dinner, I have an appetite. I eat a Honey Bun, then some cheddar. Then some beef jerky. Then some tortillas, and some more cheddar. I don’t know it at the time, but there’s a Payday buried in my canister—if I would’ve seen that, I would’ve eaten it too.

By 5:45am, I’m on the trail. The sun is up, and it’s a fine day to hike. It’s still cold out, and deathly still.

I’m in and out of the woods, checking progress frequently. Soon after starting, I need to peel off some layers—it’s cold out, but not cold enough to hike in a fleece beanie and a rain shell.

The trail. The trail. I often think about my relationship with the trail. Today, I realize, the trail—the trail is a jerk. The trail does whatever it wants. It doesn’t care that I don’t want sandy meadows or ascents today. It doesn’t care at all. I follow the trail begrudgingly.

It’s in this begrudging march that I realize something. It’s a sudden, obvious truth that’s a slap in the face.

I’m not enjoying myself. At all. I don’t want to be doing this.

I don’t want to be doing this right now. But I have to—I don’t have any choice. For twelve miles today, I’m doing this, and I don’t like it. And then I’m driving for four hours. Eight hours of my day are going to be donated to this thing that I don’t even like.

I value my free time so much—so much that I crammed this huge thing into a 48 hour hike. And I don’t enjoy it?

I look at my watch, and realize that Henry is probably waking up right now. He’s excited, and saying “big trucks”, over and over. He’s hugging his mama, and he’s saying “mama”. He might even be saying “dada”.

Sigh. This was my choice. Left, right, left, right.

At least I’ll get to see him this afternoon. Then it’s back to work on Monday. Next weekend, I promise, I’ll do things—I’ll take him to the zoo, or something. Something new. Something awesome for him.

Two nights ago, on the footbridge, Eric had said:

“But you have to do it. You have to get out, and get into the backcountry. You need it. It’s good for you. Don’t ever give it up.”

I agreed with him at the time, and a part of me does now. But I didn’t factor this new variable in—do I enjoy this? Do any of us?

Left, right, left, right.

I take a break in Post Corral Meadow, and it helps to lift my spirits. I am standing in a snapshot of time—a painting that’s too perfect to be real. The bright sun illuminates the grassy meadow and the dark verdant foliage. The trail winds through the trees on soft, spongy soil. It’s the early morning, when times moves slowly, but nobody notices, because nobody is in a rush at this time of day. Time takes a little liberty at this time of day, and in this meadow, time is frozen.

After getting water from Post Corral Creek, my hands are frozen too, so I continue. The humdrum walk continues—over footbridges, up a ridge, down a ridge. It’s not so bad, but it’s not so great.

And then, I’m on a 4WD road, and I know I’m close. I see a car, and it’s one last ascent—I see my car. Done.

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