The Sierras
The Sierras are amazing. At one point on the PCT Idid not go below 10,000 feet for about seventy miles. It seams like every day we climb a pass. Then we follow a steam down to a fork and climb a stream to the next pass. After Muir Pass we got about Four hours of frozen stuff coming out of the sky. It was unpleasant but we made good miles.
There is still some snow in the passes. It can be hard to find the trail because of the snow. The snow can be scarry. At times a fall would be dangerous but hopefully not fatal. The snow can also be fun. I slid down Mule pass yesterday on my but. The hikers at the bottom said it was too early to have that much fun. They were wrong.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Forrester Pass
Forrester pass was awesome. The ten miles leading up to the pass were spectacular. The trail was above 10,000 feet the whole time with views of mountains 12-14,000 ft. on either side of the trail. It is the most amazing piece of trail I have ever seen. After going through the pass you enter Kings Canyon and it is more beautiful than the other side if possible. We had perfect weather for the climb. CAVU is the term for it. clrear above visability unlimited. God I love the Sierras
Forrester pass was awesome. The ten miles leading up to the pass were spectacular. The trail was above 10,000 feet the whole time with views of mountains 12-14,000 ft. on either side of the trail. It is the most amazing piece of trail I have ever seen. After going through the pass you enter Kings Canyon and it is more beautiful than the other side if possible. We had perfect weather for the climb. CAVU is the term for it. clrear above visability unlimited. God I love the Sierras
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Hiking Partners
I have been hiking with K-too, Crow, and Jenny. We have not come up with a name for our group yet or for Jenny. I am leaning towards the name Hair Bear Bunch, but we are not really hairry enough. I hate writing about people because I dont want to offend people.
Check out the journals for Crow and Jenny. That should tell you enough about them. K-too is a white male about fifty from New England.
I have been hiking with K-too, Crow, and Jenny. We have not come up with a name for our group yet or for Jenny. I am leaning towards the name Hair Bear Bunch, but we are not really hairry enough. I hate writing about people because I dont want to offend people.
Check out the journals for Crow and Jenny. That should tell you enough about them. K-too is a white male about fifty from New England.
Hiking Partners
I have been hiking with K-too, Crow, and Jenny. We have not come up with a name for our group yet or for Jenny. I am leaning towards the name Hair Bear Bunch, but we are not really hairry enough. I hate writing about people because I dont want to offend people.
Check out the journals for Crow and Jenny. That should tell you enough about them. K-too is a white male about fifty from New England.
I have been hiking with K-too, Crow, and Jenny. We have not come up with a name for our group yet or for Jenny. I am leaning towards the name Hair Bear Bunch, but we are not really hairry enough. I hate writing about people because I dont want to offend people.
Check out the journals for Crow and Jenny. That should tell you enough about them. K-too is a white male about fifty from New England.
Hollywood
I am in hollywood. I am visiting with Andy and Missy, friends of K-too's. We needed to run errands and his friend was kind enough to help us out. Last night one of thier friends Chris came over for dinner. He is working on a article for the LA Times about the PCT. I will post a link when it comes out.
I am in hollywood. I am visiting with Andy and Missy, friends of K-too's. We needed to run errands and his friend was kind enough to help us out. Last night one of thier friends Chris came over for dinner. He is working on a article for the LA Times about the PCT. I will post a link when it comes out.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Fifteen minutes of fame
Iwas interviewed by Rythem of zimwalk.org. He asked about the pie vault and my snack bag. Go take a look at the site it is a worthy cause. Documentary will be out next year.
Iwas interviewed by Rythem of zimwalk.org. He asked about the pie vault and my snack bag. Go take a look at the site it is a worthy cause. Documentary will be out next year.
Hiker Hugs
I got my first hiker hug in Warner Springs, it was not pretty but beautiful in it's own way. Imagine if you will, two large men wet from persperation, in clothes that have not been washed in days with smells from body parts best left unmentioned hugging. OK it is not for everyone but it is part of the community.
I got my first hiker hug in Warner Springs, it was not pretty but beautiful in it's own way. Imagine if you will, two large men wet from persperation, in clothes that have not been washed in days with smells from body parts best left unmentioned hugging. OK it is not for everyone but it is part of the community.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Cori's Poem
Heart Tastes
A cotton candy machine spins a sweet wind.
The pink sugar threads bunch together and wait
For the vendor to sell them to a sour child.
A girl who thought she would win first prize,
A girl who has learned the spicy taste of second.
The tunnel in the park is made of peppered black stone.
Sweet lovers pass under and smile inside,
Their kisses echo and so whatever felt sour
An hour ago fades as they pass the girl,
Happy with candy, they feel pink.
Beyond the tunnel, the bicyclists zoom past, doing laps,
Around this park, this candy-land, their bodies are sugared
With human spices, salt and sweat. They look at watches,
They time their lives by heart paces, curving the track,
The sweet lovers stroll past, they are the heart tasters.
Watching from the window that overlooks the park,
The old man is surrounded by art, the famous museum,
But the palette of the paintings pale in contrast to the crowd.
On this sweet spring day, the beauty of still life seems over-spiced,
Next to this real life, he wonders,
How he got stuck.
Heart Tastes
A cotton candy machine spins a sweet wind.
The pink sugar threads bunch together and wait
For the vendor to sell them to a sour child.
A girl who thought she would win first prize,
A girl who has learned the spicy taste of second.
The tunnel in the park is made of peppered black stone.
Sweet lovers pass under and smile inside,
Their kisses echo and so whatever felt sour
An hour ago fades as they pass the girl,
Happy with candy, they feel pink.
Beyond the tunnel, the bicyclists zoom past, doing laps,
Around this park, this candy-land, their bodies are sugared
With human spices, salt and sweat. They look at watches,
They time their lives by heart paces, curving the track,
The sweet lovers stroll past, they are the heart tasters.
Watching from the window that overlooks the park,
The old man is surrounded by art, the famous museum,
But the palette of the paintings pale in contrast to the crowd.
On this sweet spring day, the beauty of still life seems over-spiced,
Next to this real life, he wonders,
How he got stuck.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
Aliens
In Campo CA there is a Border Patrol station. When I walked behind it I noticed about a hundred or so illegal aliens in a holding pen. One of the BP agents pointed the way to the trail and said " watch out for the aliens." So I responded "will they abduct me?" The agent had no sense of humor and said they might try and bum cigarettes off of me and a few other stupid things.
They just want to work. They don't want to hastle the hikers.
Well the next morning, as I was getting close to Hauser creek, I hear what sounds like a heard of horses coming down the trail fast. Remember the PCT is graded for horses. So I stopped and stepped off the trail to see five illegal aliens running down the trail in heavy work boots, jeans, and flannel shirts. At ten or so it was already ninety degrees or so. The men ran by covered in sweat, smiled and waved. They crossed the dry creek and disappeared into the underbrush like a flock of turkeys.
Welcome to America, I thought as I climbed out of the canyon.
In Campo CA there is a Border Patrol station. When I walked behind it I noticed about a hundred or so illegal aliens in a holding pen. One of the BP agents pointed the way to the trail and said " watch out for the aliens." So I responded "will they abduct me?" The agent had no sense of humor and said they might try and bum cigarettes off of me and a few other stupid things.
They just want to work. They don't want to hastle the hikers.
Well the next morning, as I was getting close to Hauser creek, I hear what sounds like a heard of horses coming down the trail fast. Remember the PCT is graded for horses. So I stopped and stepped off the trail to see five illegal aliens running down the trail in heavy work boots, jeans, and flannel shirts. At ten or so it was already ninety degrees or so. The men ran by covered in sweat, smiled and waved. They crossed the dry creek and disappeared into the underbrush like a flock of turkeys.
Welcome to America, I thought as I climbed out of the canyon.
In the beginning
I took a bus to Campo CA it is about a mile from the Mexican border. I got off the bus and started for the trail and a BLM manager gave me a ride down to the border. Trail magic before the trail starts! Got to love that. Also he was able to take my picture at the monument. He had just finished doing trail maintenance. So for the first couple of miles there were no foot prints. It was like walking in a freshly raked sand trap.
I took a bus to Campo CA it is about a mile from the Mexican border. I got off the bus and started for the trail and a BLM manager gave me a ride down to the border. Trail magic before the trail starts! Got to love that. Also he was able to take my picture at the monument. He had just finished doing trail maintenance. So for the first couple of miles there were no foot prints. It was like walking in a freshly raked sand trap.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Stinkyboy rides again !
I am on the PCT. I have hiked about 78 miles so far. I have less than 2500 miles left. There are amazing views all day long but no cover from the sun. I am a little sunburned. I just got into my first town. Julian CA. I don't have much time today. I am hoping. to post a few stories tomorrow. For those of you that don't know I call my pack Stinkyboy.
I am on the PCT. I have hiked about 78 miles so far. I have less than 2500 miles left. There are amazing views all day long but no cover from the sun. I am a little sunburned. I just got into my first town. Julian CA. I don't have much time today. I am hoping. to post a few stories tomorrow. For those of you that don't know I call my pack Stinkyboy.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Amusing
I just found this site through a link from girlhacker. It has great stuff like devil ducks, magic balls and a chef after he loves his beer action figure!
I just found this site through a link from girlhacker. It has great stuff like devil ducks, magic balls and a chef after he loves his beer action figure!
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