Philosophy

Hiking north from Ghost Ranch, NM. Wantsum, Analog, and Smiles.

The Continental Divide Trail has been difficult.

I once believed I was a great hiker. I am no longer certain of it, but I try. And I do what I can to be safe.

With the snow levels right now, being safe has meant cutting mileage and setting up camp  early in the evening in order to prevent having to camp on high elevation ridge lines. It's smart. And it's slow. It's meant having to call it a day because the alternate we took to avoid snow included a river crossing which was absolutely impassable. Sure, we avoided some snow, maybe. But the snow up top was melting so rapidly that the river was chest deep and flowing at an incredible rate. We were defeated, scared, and uncertain how we would cross, if ever. So we camped, hoping that over night the snow would freeze over therefor reducing morning water levels. It did. We crossed a less dangerous river and continued north. Slowly.

We hike with wet shoes for the entire day. We wake up to frozen boots most mornings. It isn't pleasant, but after ten minutes of walking yours shoes will thaw and your feet will warm.

We've taken a great deal of zero days (days in which we do not hike). This strategy has left me feeling like less of a hiker and more often a tourist, but it's smart. And slow. Hopefully much of the snow will melt out and I will be able to make up the lost mileage later in the journey.

Philosophy.

The trail, all trails, are nature based experiences. However, they are nearly equal parts personal and interpersonal experiences. The trail winds from mountain to mountain and between these ranges lie (usually) quaint little towns. It's important to me to interact and be a part of these places. To meet people and do things besides hike and sleep. In the past two weeks I've worked at a folk and bluegrass festival, bar hopped with locals, slept in peoples backyards and living rooms, hitch hiked, and am now attending FIBark (First In Boats Arkansas River Festival) here in Salida, CO. We hooked up with a incredible couple who hiked a large portion of the Pacific Crest last year and have allowed us to stay at their relatives home. They also prepared the best breakfast I've had on the entire trail! To me, experiencing and being open to such kindness is a large portion of why I hike.

It isn't, and cannot be, nature or people. The two concepts are absolutely linked. We live on this planet and we consume the goods that it provides for us. To consider one without the other is an absolutely useless endeavor.

So my forward progress is limited. And in truth, the concept of completing the entire trail and becoming a "triple crowner" has shifted. Those are great things, but they are ego-based. I'd like to complete the trail, and I would like to call myself a Triple Crowner. But I cannot, and will not, rush forward into poor conditions that put myself at risk in order to achieve them. My desire to finish this trail is not greater than my desire to enjoy nature and experience the absolutely vital human elements.

I do believe I will finish, but at the moment, I have a men's professional freestyle kayaking tournament to attend.


* Sorry about the old photo featured on top. It has no snow, and I wish that was the way the trail looked currently. I'm having an issue uploading new ones at the moment. But, it is a killer shot, isn't it?

Pagosa Springs, CO

Just a quick update for everyone.

I've made it into Pagosa Springs, CO after some very stressful and difficult hiking. There is just way too much snow out in the San Juan mountains yet and progress has been difficult and at times dangerous. Avalanche potential, wet weather, sketchy traverses, and ripping river crossings on trail that sits primarily at 11,000 - 12,500 feet high.

So, upon getting to Pagosa we decided to take a long weekend and reevaluate the situation. Fortunately, there was also a Folk and Bluegrass Festival where me and Analog we able to volunteer as security detail in exchange for a ticket and free camping. Major score!

And, we've decided that we're going to continue north from where we are, but that we will deviate from the "official" CDT and take a much lower alternate route known as the "Creede Cut-Off". Aside from our primary goal of having a safer route we simply did not have fun hiking this last section due to the stress it burdened us with. Hopefully this change of plans will be much safer and much more easily enjoyed.

I'd like to say a little more about this past section, but I feel like I'm still trying to decompress and digest the whole event. Sorry.

Photos coming soon! And I'll say this much, despite the difficulty I have seen some incredibly beautiful scenery!

Smiles and Analog on one of many traverses.

"Going to Fight the Devil"

As I was headed down to the Mexican border with my folks, my mom asked, "Why must you go out to 'fight the devil'?"

She doesn't literally mean I'm on a mission of biblical proportion, or that nature is even "devilish". She does, however, understand, the harshness and difficulties that a long hike necessitate. In fact, we drove through the Colorado mountains as well as the New Mexican desert and she got to see first hand what sort of obstacles I'd be coming up against. There is a proper "season" for these hikes, but the truth is, even within the "season" or "weather window" you're still going to encounter a great deal of pain. Personal physical pain, but also weather induced and psychological pain. I've had issues regarding lack of water, knee trouble, navigational trouble, wind trouble, heat trouble, cold trouble, sun trouble, blister trouble, weird muscular trouble, ankle trouble, rain trouble, and snow trouble.

And it doesn't stop. It won't stop. -- But it is what I've chosen.

I do understand, all this must sound awful. And to bring it about intentionally is flat out foolish, perhaps. But the rewards are undefinable.

Without such hardship, the accomplishment is meaningless. And if not for the difficult days, one cannot possibly journey far enough to experience anything of true value.

I'm not particularly religious, but I do believe strongly in things of quality and value. So, rather than "fighting the devil" I see it as a journey seeking quality and value.

It's all a matter of perspective.

The last fifty or so miles have been interesting. As I mentioned, a storm system was moving through. Therefor, we've been dealing with wind, rains, clouds, thunder and lightning, hail, even snow.

But, as bad as it has looked, we've lucked out. Snow hit us, when we were expecting heavy rains. But! Snow is much drier, and more beautiful than rain! In fact, we haven't been hit by anything too heavy, and all lightning strikes have been rather distant. The system should even be clearing up for a few days, but more thunderstorms are predicted further into the week.

Additionally, we are very close to entering the San Juan Mountains of southern Colorado. Which is exciting. It does also mean that we will be living well above the 10,000 foot mark for a very long time, and word is, their is a good deal of snow waiting for us up there.

My body may be adjusting to life on the trail, but the trail itself isn't about to get any easier.


Coming at ya'll from Ghost Ranch, NM.... Spooky, eh?

I'm in for a quick stop here at Ghost Ranch, a super cool Presbyterian retreat center that is right off the trail. Beautiful location, all you can eat meals, showers, a library. This is the type of lay-over hikers want and non-hikers assume we typically get. The type where we can actually rest our weary bones and relax. Unfortunately, few places actually offer this sort of experience and fewer yet offer it at an affordable price. Most often, town chores and logistical matters take precedence and can become more difficult than an actual day on the trail.

The point is, today is easy.

We did hike eight miles this morning.... but, again, things got, well, easy.

We were approached by a young couple in an SUV who introduced themselves and offered us a ride directly to the ranch, which we denied. However, they then explained that they used to work here at Ghost Ranch and if we didn't want the ride we could drop our packs with them and they would deliver them to the guest services counter.

We agreed.