Friday, April 29, 2016

Soaking in the Sun upon the 2,300 mile Hot Springs Trail beginning May 4th 2016


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walk barefoot 

into the non-blinding and un-binding warmth of the desert Sun 

until the thirsty i 

can implode into a sea of light, 

ejecting its natural vision as a soular flare 

upon an all too often squinting world of monkeys 

emotionally howling into the coolness of their moon glasses


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A friend pointed out that it was quite odd that we were planning to get lost and go in circles while walking through Idaho.  I assured him that we would straighten ourselves out by then.

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Thursday, April 21, 2016

Cow Contemplating Jumping Over the Moon.


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Don't be a Cow-ard.
Jump your fences
To attain new Heights of Freedom.

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Just Stop Mooing and Jump Over that damn Moon you are always Calling to.

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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Pacific Crest Trail 2009 ~ Part 35




From Hart's Pass we had a mere 34 miles left to reach the Canadian Border




The weather was perfect that allowed us to slurp up the views as well as the mountain fresh spring water.




At Rock Pass we ran into a few mule trains transporting deer hunters for the season that was about to open.




At Woody Pass the scenery burst open to fill our Eyes.




In the photo below, we could see Canada straight ahead of us.




To the west we had awesome scenes of North Cascades National Park and the towering Mount Baker which I can see outside the window from here in Ferndale, WA.




What a perfect way to end such an epic Odyssey.  




The Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail can truly allow One to live their lives to the fullest.




There I am along with Three Fools Peak.  It feels good to be a Wandering Fool.




Stacey and I had hiked through the Pasayten Wilderness from west to east when we hiked the 1,200 mile long Pacific Northwest Trail that starts on the Olympic Outer Coast of Washington State and ends at Glacier National Park in Montana.




I love hiking so much, that it truly has become a vocation.




At Hopkins Lake and Pass we have only five miles to go.




So we begin our descent to the finishing line.




The border actually has a clear cut marking the boundary.




It is September 13th at 8 a.m. and we have found our conclusion that leads us into a new beginning.




We had just hiked about 2,700 miles over four and half months time.
But we truly found our Home with each carefully planted step on the Trail of Life. 
Thank you for sharing our adventure with us.  We hope this inspires you too to venture outside the box of Normalcy.  Life is truly an epic Journey.






Where we began our 2,700 mile journey at the Mexican Border.


Happy Trails to Everyone,
Always!


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Pacific Crest Trail 2009 ~ Part 34



We entered North Cascades National Park with the sunshine on our backs.




At the Stehekin River crossing we took a bus down an isolated dirt road for five dollars to Stehekin which had lodges, a bakery, a small store, and a restaurant. 




At the restaurant we were spoiled with a feast because the chef and waitress had hiked this year from Mexico to the beginning of the High Sierra's.  We last saw them just after Kennedy Meadows and here they were near the end of the trail providing us with sustenance.  Their names were Jackass and Molasses. 




Our gear was totally soaked and our feet were steaming coming off of the mountain.  A good handful of us hikers had very numb feet as a result.  Many of us were to take an extra day off in this sanctuary.




We then crossed Rainy Pass at Highway 20 which one could take into Winthrop, WA where Stacey and I lived for a couple of years.  I had chosen this isolated mountain town because it was so near to the PCT which I was so much in Love with.




We were very familiar with these trails because we often visited them over the years.  From Cutthroat Pass we continued on to Granite Pass below.




We were now just east of North Cascades National Park on the leeward side of these glaciated peaks.  It was drier over here and the deciduous sub-alpine larch tree could commonly be enjoyed in these parts. In the fall the needles turn bright orange and yellow before they fall off for the winter.




We then made our way into the Methow drainage where the headwaters to the river we so often frequented begins its course.




The Paysayten Wilderness and Canada was just ahead.




Pika's and Marmots whistled and cheered us onward.




We have been here many times exploring before.




Tatie Peak is just ahead.  There are old gold mines throughout this region.




At Hart's Pass one can drive a dirt road up from Winthrop to enjoy the mountain splendor.




Looking to the West we can see the mountains that lead to Ferndale and Bellingham where we currently reside at.






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Pacific Crest Trail 2009 ~ Part 33



We spent two nights in Leavenworth where we resupplied to walk the next hundred miles to Stehekin, WA on Lake Chelan in North Cascades National Park.




We sent a package ahead General Delivery to the post office of Stehekin which would supply us to the end of the trail.




It rained on and off for three days.  We were totally drenched.




It snowed on us in three different locations.




The trail through the Glacier Peak Wilderness has been somewhat in dis-repair for several years because of a massive flood that wiped out many of the vital bridges across some deep ravines and rivers.




Even though we couldn't see Glacier Peak, it was wondrous to float along with the clouds.




There was an alternate route around Glacier Peak because everyone talked about the Suiattle River crossing since the beginning of the trail in the desert.  But most of us were going to hike through this section of trail anyway, because there was a log crossing that made the route doable.




The trail crew had put in a good handful of new bridges.




However, some were not so desirable. 




Before the infamous Suiattle River crossing we had to manage our way across the Milk Creek Drainage. Some of the trail had been wiped out so they were blasting in a new trail with explosives.




But first we had to play in the Snow.  The date is only September 6th.  Hikers typically have until early October to finish the length of the trail before too much snow accumulates in the High Country.




And there's Jim who we hadn't seen since northern California.




Milk Creek was a mess.  Some hikers went miles down stream to cross a bridge.  We saw another group just above us rock hopping between giant boulders.  I found an easy crossing at this juncture.




There must have been a hundred trees down between Milk Creek and the Suiattle River.  One tree even shredded the top of my already deteriorating go-lite pack.




We made camp just in time for it to snow again.  Everything was totally wet.  We placed plastic bags around our feet to bring circulation back into our feet.  It took an hour to stop shivering.  One group stayed an extra day here to wait out the rain and the snow of the following day.




And here is the infamous Suiattle River crossing.  I actually walked across it.  It sounded like about 50 percent of those who walked this way opted to scoot their way across.




Ah, but then the skies opened up and we were to have great weather all the way to the Canada.  But it was all good to experience whether it rained or shined.






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