Here you go Dan
Try this link for some pictures of the tribe. Try here for backpacking pictures. Make sure you hit on the picture of Chef.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Friday, November 05, 2004
ROADLESS RULES
You can still make a difference ! Just because the evil George W Bush was reelected is no reason to give up hope. We need to keep the Roadless Rule. The Roadless Rule is balanced policy that was finalized after years of scientific study, a record number of comments,and 600 public hearings. It is a vital tool for protecting 58.5 millionacres of our National Forests from harmfuland costly roadbuilding and commercil logging. Please write to Forest sevice Chief Bosworth At this address:
Contact analysis Team
Attn:Roadless Petitions
USDA Forest Service
PO Box 221090
Salt Lake City UT 84122
For more info check out ourforest.org
Contact analysis Team
Attn:Roadless Petitions
USDA Forest Service
PO Box 221090
Salt Lake City UT 84122
For more info check out ourforest.org
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
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.
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.
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.
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