For me an incredibly bad day. What started out as a nice hike overwhelmed me. At Richard's suggestion, I asked the camp staff about taking a day of rest but that isn't how it is supposed to work here. No jeep rides to the next camp are allowed. Our crew is supposed to work it out. We only have 3 days of hiking left. To me it is not enough and too much. Not enough because I love the beauty of this place. Too much because of the wicked fast pace this crew keeps with no thought of a more reasonable pace that would allow everybody to really enjoy themselves. I convinced Richard to tone down his constant criticism of the kids but now that my strength is waning he has turned his criticism to me. I want to be able to minister to all people, but this jerk I don't care if I ever see him again.
We are at Harlan. Shotgun shooting. I wish I was in better shape and didn't need so much help, but I know there are dads here older than me who need even more help. With my hectic schedule leading up to Philmont, the preparation I did was really the best I could do. 60 flights of stairs with a pack seems like enough, only it has to be 120 flights to prepare for some of the days we have had here. I wish our juvenile crew would realize you can't do 100+ miles AND all the activities.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
6/29 - Sunday
Chris is Navigator and I am "Nagger". The nagger's job is to call for frequent map and compass checks to help prevent getting off the groomed trail and prevent further bushwacking. Doing better today. After yesterday's bushwack back to the trail, we are a much stronger crew. Met Kent, Neil, Pat and Ron who are advisors from 622-H2. Kent has a starbucks coffee bag and a jetboil coffee press. I had a half-strength cup. Today, we hiked up from Miranda to Head of Dean. We will do yesterday's thorns and roses at Lunch today. I dried my wet stuff on the rocks while we drank coffee and talked. They (1029) are doing the orienteering merit badge here. I would like to do it with our boys but Richard and Jeff will not shut up long enough for me to teach anything to the boys. Every time I want to stop and look at the map they say we are taking too much time with map reading.
Even without practicing proper map techniques, our luck held out and our hike from Miranda to Head of Dean was a wonderful hike. We are at Head of Dean at 8757 feet. Slept wonderfully last night. Gentle rain all night long.
Really steep coming into camp. Didn't quite finish glorious mysteries. I hate the thought of leaving here. Beautiful views from behind our tents here at Black Jack. 12 miles today with a steep 600 foot climb at the end. Chris had ANOTHER nose bleed. Everybody is happy and the troubles of yesterday are forgotten.
Even without practicing proper map techniques, our luck held out and our hike from Miranda to Head of Dean was a wonderful hike. We are at Head of Dean at 8757 feet. Slept wonderfully last night. Gentle rain all night long.
Really steep coming into camp. Didn't quite finish glorious mysteries. I hate the thought of leaving here. Beautiful views from behind our tents here at Black Jack. 12 miles today with a steep 600 foot climb at the end. Chris had ANOTHER nose bleed. Everybody is happy and the troubles of yesterday are forgotten.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
6/28 Saturday - GPS
GPS does not make you invincible.
We missed a sharp turn on a trail and followed a path we thought was the right bearing for over a mile before we realized the trail was gone. We were 300 feet too low but we thought we were only 100 feet too low so we proceeded to meet the trail further down. We ran into a sheer cliff of a rock slide. Perhaps 2 of our crew could have made it without injury. I became afraid we were running out of ridge with steep sides all around and no way to go but back to Baldy Town to find the trail we lost. It was late and we were at risk of being forced to bushwack in the dark. God blessed us with a moderate slope to get down and back to camp but a 1.5 hour hike turned into 3 hours. Richard wanted to lead our group right out onto that rock slide. This portion of today was miserable after we were already tired from Baldy. Baldy was such a high but it wasn't ruined by this low. We failed at navigation. We failed to go back and fine the trail when we lost it. One of our adults wanted to put our group in harm's way because he thought he could make it and he seemed to care not for the others in our group. In fact he was 1/3 the way down the rock fall demanding we follow. Note to self: get through this trek and avoid going anywhere with this particular guy again.
Chris had hypothermia on Baldy and fell once up there, now he fell two more times trying to make it through this miserable bushwacking. Danny was saying "I'm done". I was thinking it. Thank you Jesus for getting us back from Baldy. Mountains are nothing to mess around with. Between the quick hail storm, Chris's hypothermia, our getting off our trail, we narrowly missed becoming an evening news item and made it back to camp just as it was getting dark. 5:30 am to 8:30 pm. A 15 hour day. Not exactly what I signed on for. I'm in my 50's not my teens. Not all of the 15 hours was on the trail. We did stop and eat at French Henry and some of the guys tried blacksmithing. Then we chose an unfamiliar trail to return to camp and didn't practice rigorous techniques to stay on the trail. NEVER AGAIN. Known trails, frequent map, compass and gps checks.
We missed a sharp turn on a trail and followed a path we thought was the right bearing for over a mile before we realized the trail was gone. We were 300 feet too low but we thought we were only 100 feet too low so we proceeded to meet the trail further down. We ran into a sheer cliff of a rock slide. Perhaps 2 of our crew could have made it without injury. I became afraid we were running out of ridge with steep sides all around and no way to go but back to Baldy Town to find the trail we lost. It was late and we were at risk of being forced to bushwack in the dark. God blessed us with a moderate slope to get down and back to camp but a 1.5 hour hike turned into 3 hours. Richard wanted to lead our group right out onto that rock slide. This portion of today was miserable after we were already tired from Baldy. Baldy was such a high but it wasn't ruined by this low. We failed at navigation. We failed to go back and fine the trail when we lost it. One of our adults wanted to put our group in harm's way because he thought he could make it and he seemed to care not for the others in our group. In fact he was 1/3 the way down the rock fall demanding we follow. Note to self: get through this trek and avoid going anywhere with this particular guy again.
Chris had hypothermia on Baldy and fell once up there, now he fell two more times trying to make it through this miserable bushwacking. Danny was saying "I'm done". I was thinking it. Thank you Jesus for getting us back from Baldy. Mountains are nothing to mess around with. Between the quick hail storm, Chris's hypothermia, our getting off our trail, we narrowly missed becoming an evening news item and made it back to camp just as it was getting dark. 5:30 am to 8:30 pm. A 15 hour day. Not exactly what I signed on for. I'm in my 50's not my teens. Not all of the 15 hours was on the trail. We did stop and eat at French Henry and some of the guys tried blacksmithing. Then we chose an unfamiliar trail to return to camp and didn't practice rigorous techniques to stay on the trail. NEVER AGAIN. Known trails, frequent map, compass and gps checks.
6/28 - Saturday - HAIL!!
I saw threatening clouds and dragged our group off Baldy. Not everybody wanted to leave but as we walked along the ridge we realized that anybody still up there would become lightning rods.
Just as we got back below the tree line, the hail storm hit! Yuck. Chris got hypothermia from sitting in the lightning position for such a long time twice. We wrapped Chris in a space blanket but he still shivered uncontrollably. Jonus and August ran down the OA trail with Chris and I tried to keep up. Danny was close behind me. Danny's hands were cold so I gave him my gloves. The hail was 3/4 inch deep and it looked like it just snowed. We were all very cold walking down hill faster than I every have helped warm me up. I went to the French Henry trading post to try to buy new rain gear that is water PROOF not water RESISTANT. All they had was some poncho thing and boy was it heavy. I'll do with out. My fleece made all the difference.
Just as we got back below the tree line, the hail storm hit! Yuck. Chris got hypothermia from sitting in the lightning position for such a long time twice. We wrapped Chris in a space blanket but he still shivered uncontrollably. Jonus and August ran down the OA trail with Chris and I tried to keep up. Danny was close behind me. Danny's hands were cold so I gave him my gloves. The hail was 3/4 inch deep and it looked like it just snowed. We were all very cold walking down hill faster than I every have helped warm me up. I went to the French Henry trading post to try to buy new rain gear that is water PROOF not water RESISTANT. All they had was some poncho thing and boy was it heavy. I'll do with out. My fleece made all the difference.
6/28 Saturday - Baldy Day
On Baldy. 7:20 AM 10,500 feet on switchbacks on way to mine. Chris has my stuff and is sweating. I've been sucking down water and the climb feels easier to me today. Lots of rosaries.
Breakfast at 10,700 feet with the other Beverly Hills crew at the mine hut overlooking a beautiful vista. Took a group pic with 622-H2 and us (622-M2).
11,500 feet. Almost there. I plan to borrow Danny's cell phone to call Michele.
11,800 feet. Above treeline (almost). Above snowline. Stopping for sunblock.
10am at top of Baldy! 12,441 feet. Chris in distress. I took his stuff for the last 200 feet.
At Baldy, tried to call Michele but no service. Sent text msg to Michele "At 12,441 feet Chris and I are fine. See you in a week"
Can you believe it? I ran into Brian Jordan up here on Baldy! He is here for 3 months working on logistics.
Friday, June 27, 2008
6/27 Friday
Here it is DAY 5.
We hike up 1200 then down 500 feet today. I was ready to go home after the day 3 ordeal. Since we have to do 4 miles if we do 1 mph maybe I won't feel like collapsing this time.
We slept in (7am). It's 9am now. Today's vertical debt is 1200 and we've paid 600 of it before breakfast!! The last 400 will be tough and then we will have +200 -200 spots till we get -500 down to Miranda to prep for our ascent of Baldy tomorrow. At 9850 feet at Baldy town. A wrong turn brought us here today. We were supposed to get here tomorrow after Baldy. Now back down to 8900 feet at Miranda sitting on porch. Veging. My favorite Philmont activity. Now August is over throwing tomahawks by himself. I wish he was more engaged with the other scouts. He plans to hike down with me if I have problems tomorrow. I can hear our scouts over there shooting black powder rifles. They already threw tomahawks but August didn't go with them at the time. August finally hit the target. He's been close but now he's hit it. He is very pleased with himself. I love this porch. Sitting is the thing to do after walking up 1200 and down 1000 feet.
Nobody's cell phone works here so I can't call Michele and see how she is.
We arrived about 2pm and they took us to site 3, a dusty wooded site and it was already occupied so they took us to site 7. The "Presidential Suite". Bear bag distance: 50 feet. Red roof distance: 50 feet. Sump distance: 35 feet. about 1/2 to 3/4 acre grassy lawn surrounded by tall pines for our tents. Everybody is taking empty packs with rain gear and 7 liters of water except me. I've been the slowest so Chris is acting as my shirpa and lugging my rain gear and 5 liters of my water. I'm just taking a fanny pack with a 2.5 liter camel pack. Everybody is dissapointed we were not told ahead of time we would be expected to swallow toothpaste rather than spit it out. We would have purchased "Tom's of Maine" or some other "edible" brand. We should have bought tampons for nose bleeds. At 10,000 feet today there was another nosebleed. Luckily we found a trading post that had tampons in stock. The boys were all joking about walking around with a string dangling from their nose. It beats swallowing blood or digging for the toilet paper on the trail.
On the first day, everybody made fun of Danny for bringing baby wipes on the trail. Now I think they should be on the list of "Philmont Essentials". They boys wanted to play "Mountain Ball" but it was cancelled. So they went to get the frisbee I bought for Chris at Ponil.
Bear sighting!
By the teepee and the dead tree at 7:08 pm (mountain time) a large bear was wandering by our camp about the time we saw a turkey walk by. One of the other dads snapped a photo of the bear. It was a big one! Now the boys are playing frisbee on the very spot where the bear was sighted. All six boys are playing together. A first.
We hike up 1200 then down 500 feet today. I was ready to go home after the day 3 ordeal. Since we have to do 4 miles if we do 1 mph maybe I won't feel like collapsing this time.
We slept in (7am). It's 9am now. Today's vertical debt is 1200 and we've paid 600 of it before breakfast!! The last 400 will be tough and then we will have +200 -200 spots till we get -500 down to Miranda to prep for our ascent of Baldy tomorrow. At 9850 feet at Baldy town. A wrong turn brought us here today. We were supposed to get here tomorrow after Baldy. Now back down to 8900 feet at Miranda sitting on porch. Veging. My favorite Philmont activity. Now August is over throwing tomahawks by himself. I wish he was more engaged with the other scouts. He plans to hike down with me if I have problems tomorrow. I can hear our scouts over there shooting black powder rifles. They already threw tomahawks but August didn't go with them at the time. August finally hit the target. He's been close but now he's hit it. He is very pleased with himself. I love this porch. Sitting is the thing to do after walking up 1200 and down 1000 feet.
Nobody's cell phone works here so I can't call Michele and see how she is.
We arrived about 2pm and they took us to site 3, a dusty wooded site and it was already occupied so they took us to site 7. The "Presidential Suite". Bear bag distance: 50 feet. Red roof distance: 50 feet. Sump distance: 35 feet. about 1/2 to 3/4 acre grassy lawn surrounded by tall pines for our tents. Everybody is taking empty packs with rain gear and 7 liters of water except me. I've been the slowest so Chris is acting as my shirpa and lugging my rain gear and 5 liters of my water. I'm just taking a fanny pack with a 2.5 liter camel pack. Everybody is dissapointed we were not told ahead of time we would be expected to swallow toothpaste rather than spit it out. We would have purchased "Tom's of Maine" or some other "edible" brand. We should have bought tampons for nose bleeds. At 10,000 feet today there was another nosebleed. Luckily we found a trading post that had tampons in stock. The boys were all joking about walking around with a string dangling from their nose. It beats swallowing blood or digging for the toilet paper on the trail.
On the first day, everybody made fun of Danny for bringing baby wipes on the trail. Now I think they should be on the list of "Philmont Essentials". They boys wanted to play "Mountain Ball" but it was cancelled. So they went to get the frisbee I bought for Chris at Ponil.
Bear sighting!
By the teepee and the dead tree at 7:08 pm (mountain time) a large bear was wandering by our camp about the time we saw a turkey walk by. One of the other dads snapped a photo of the bear. It was a big one! Now the boys are playing frisbee on the very spot where the bear was sighted. All six boys are playing together. A first.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Thursday, 6/26 12:40pm
At 8225 feet going into Pueblano camp.
3:15 pm. At Pueblano. Jonas, oliver, Richard, Jeff H and Eric went up to Wilson Mesa without packs. When they came back they reported that the trail up to Wilson Mesa was a brutal trail. The worst yet. Loose rock. Lots of it. I'm glad I stayed down here at Pueblano. Apparently Richard and one of his sons pooped up on the Mesa. Going for some kind of stinky record I suppose. The nickname Peak Pooper was briefly discussed.
I asked Pueblano Spar Climbing staff if they heard about the dead burro we found. They heard it called in on the radio. Chris has promised to carry my day pack if I will go up Baldy with him so I guess I will go. Hike to Miranda Tomorrow. Tough hike. I'm sore all over but I've spent the past several hours sitting down relaxing. It's like medicine. I'm finally getting into the rhythm of this place now that we're at 8,000 feet in back country you can hear the occasional banjo, the sound of spar-pole climbing. Time stands still a chipmunk just ran by like 6 inches from me like the 3 does that walked right up to me the other night or the 2 bucks we saw on the road yesterday. Of course that burro carcass reminds us there is danger here from all those mountain lions. A quiet afternoon watching Chris, August and Danny playing crazy 8's. I went up on the staff porch and the staff gave me honey peanut butter and ritz crackers. A nice boost I sorely needed.
They call chipmunks "Mini Bears". We see a lot of them trying to steal food from our packs and we have to chase them away.
Pueblano Ruins is our best camp site yet! There is nothing ruined about Pueblano Ruins. Trees. Grassy meado, creek, bear line, sump and fire pit all close by. Pilot / Copilot with no walls. (Pilot Copilot refers to an outdoor toilet with less privacy than most are accustomed to).
Just beautiful. Tomorrow we climb 1000 feet to 9,000 feet to set up our base camp to assault Baldy the next day. Our hike is 40 % done. It's just great. Today was great. God is great. I can't believe how beautiful this canyon is. I have never seen so many plants and so many colors of green. Praise God!! Keep us safe up on Baldy and the rest of our hike. Keep Michele safe at chemo tomorrow.
I'm getting used to praying the rosary on the trail. It helps me focus on the beauty, forget the tiredness and get through the day but some times we go so fast I cannot breathe or remember where I am in my prayers.
3:15 pm. At Pueblano. Jonas, oliver, Richard, Jeff H and Eric went up to Wilson Mesa without packs. When they came back they reported that the trail up to Wilson Mesa was a brutal trail. The worst yet. Loose rock. Lots of it. I'm glad I stayed down here at Pueblano. Apparently Richard and one of his sons pooped up on the Mesa. Going for some kind of stinky record I suppose. The nickname Peak Pooper was briefly discussed.
I asked Pueblano Spar Climbing staff if they heard about the dead burro we found. They heard it called in on the radio. Chris has promised to carry my day pack if I will go up Baldy with him so I guess I will go. Hike to Miranda Tomorrow. Tough hike. I'm sore all over but I've spent the past several hours sitting down relaxing. It's like medicine. I'm finally getting into the rhythm of this place now that we're at 8,000 feet in back country you can hear the occasional banjo, the sound of spar-pole climbing. Time stands still a chipmunk just ran by like 6 inches from me like the 3 does that walked right up to me the other night or the 2 bucks we saw on the road yesterday. Of course that burro carcass reminds us there is danger here from all those mountain lions. A quiet afternoon watching Chris, August and Danny playing crazy 8's. I went up on the staff porch and the staff gave me honey peanut butter and ritz crackers. A nice boost I sorely needed.
They call chipmunks "Mini Bears". We see a lot of them trying to steal food from our packs and we have to chase them away.
Pueblano Ruins is our best camp site yet! There is nothing ruined about Pueblano Ruins. Trees. Grassy meado, creek, bear line, sump and fire pit all close by. Pilot / Copilot with no walls. (Pilot Copilot refers to an outdoor toilet with less privacy than most are accustomed to).
Just beautiful. Tomorrow we climb 1000 feet to 9,000 feet to set up our base camp to assault Baldy the next day. Our hike is 40 % done. It's just great. Today was great. God is great. I can't believe how beautiful this canyon is. I have never seen so many plants and so many colors of green. Praise God!! Keep us safe up on Baldy and the rest of our hike. Keep Michele safe at chemo tomorrow.
I'm getting used to praying the rosary on the trail. It helps me focus on the beauty, forget the tiredness and get through the day but some times we go so fast I cannot breathe or remember where I am in my prayers.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Wednesday, 6/25
Today Nicole revealed she's not realated to Waite Phillips. She made us stay in camp an extra 45 minutes to look around at stuff. I was nervous climbing the canyon wall by myself to get a view of the sunrise and scooted back down when I saw what I believe to be mountain lion scat on the ledge I was climbing.
A MUCH better day. All our energy went to hiking. We turned a 3 mile day into a 10+ mile day. we camped at 7400 feet. Indian writings is at 7000. We are now at 7990 feet so the "stairmaster" would have been 3 miles +990 vertical.
We did 7400 to 7900 (+500)
7900 to 7600 (-300)
7600 to 7900 (+300)
7900 to 7200 (-700)
Then 7200 to 8000 (+800)
1600 vertical in 12.5 miles versus 990 vert in 3 miles. We chose wisely because we got to see so much more. Our trek is Jeff, Chris, Danny, Jeff H, Eric, August, Richard, Oliver and Jonus. Our crew leader is August. He tends to sit around and doesn't set the example by starting to get camp set up and we have to keep nagging him to get things going. Richard, meanwhile spends all his time making little quips to tear other people down including his own two sons.
This evening, after a very tiring hike that will bring our total mileage to over 92 from a planned 85, we arrived at a 5 diamond/5 turd campsite. Our camp site is over 300 feet up a hill. I was so tired I set up my tent and laid down. I plan to only go down once again tomorrow morning when we leave. The red roof is 150 feet down and the bear rope is down the hill as well. This camp site seems like an afterthought and putting us here feels like Ponil is over its intended capacity. Later, I found out that when 1029 arrived, they were offered this campsite but refused the climb. They are about a mile down the road but at least level with the rest of camp. Tomorrow, we have to send 2 advisers down to help make chuck wagon breakfast. Jeff and I are going. There isn't even any discussion of Richard going, even though I am very tired. I plan to go down with my full pack so I never have to climb up here again. This camp site is a mixed blessing, though. While it is ridiculously far up the hill, it affords a spectacular view of Ponil camp and the surrounding hills and ridges. For this reason I call it a 5 diamond camp site. It is so hard to get to, I must also call it a 5 turd camp site.
A MUCH better day. All our energy went to hiking. We turned a 3 mile day into a 10+ mile day. we camped at 7400 feet. Indian writings is at 7000. We are now at 7990 feet so the "stairmaster" would have been 3 miles +990 vertical.
We did 7400 to 7900 (+500)
7900 to 7600 (-300)
7600 to 7900 (+300)
7900 to 7200 (-700)
Then 7200 to 8000 (+800)
1600 vertical in 12.5 miles versus 990 vert in 3 miles. We chose wisely because we got to see so much more. Our trek is Jeff, Chris, Danny, Jeff H, Eric, August, Richard, Oliver and Jonus. Our crew leader is August. He tends to sit around and doesn't set the example by starting to get camp set up and we have to keep nagging him to get things going. Richard, meanwhile spends all his time making little quips to tear other people down including his own two sons.
This evening, after a very tiring hike that will bring our total mileage to over 92 from a planned 85, we arrived at a 5 diamond/5 turd campsite. Our camp site is over 300 feet up a hill. I was so tired I set up my tent and laid down. I plan to only go down once again tomorrow morning when we leave. The red roof is 150 feet down and the bear rope is down the hill as well. This camp site seems like an afterthought and putting us here feels like Ponil is over its intended capacity. Later, I found out that when 1029 arrived, they were offered this campsite but refused the climb. They are about a mile down the road but at least level with the rest of camp. Tomorrow, we have to send 2 advisers down to help make chuck wagon breakfast. Jeff and I are going. There isn't even any discussion of Richard going, even though I am very tired. I plan to go down with my full pack so I never have to climb up here again. This camp site is a mixed blessing, though. While it is ridiculously far up the hill, it affords a spectacular view of Ponil camp and the surrounding hills and ridges. For this reason I call it a 5 diamond camp site. It is so hard to get to, I must also call it a 5 turd camp site.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Tuesday 6/24
Found animal carcass on the way to Cottonwood. 36 deg 9 min / 105 deg west. Work detail today (conservation project). MUCH sweat. Tally Ho...
(...When it's time to hike, we yell Tally Ho and I have to stop writing.)
The carcass we found today was a fresh kill with fur still on the forlegs. There are mountain lions here. We heard one in Ponil Canyon. We are sleeping in Cottonwood Canyon. There are 3 does about 100 feet from my tent. They are not afraid of me. Here they can never be hunted. We saw orange flowers in the meados and the rock formations in each canyon are beautiful. This canyon is very narrow. I'm lying in my tent with my feet up. It feels so good. The sun is down and it is finally cool. Tomorrow we have a touch hike. 6 miles up the whole way. Today we worked our butts off building a trail. 3 hours then our hike. Brutal. It was HOT at 8am. I was beginning to worry about our crew. Hair tempers. Lots of criticism. Today it's better. Chris lost his water bottle into an 800 year old Indian ruin. Richard snapped at him before it even stopped falling. This guy really is wound a little too tight.
The bottom line is that I'm really enjoying this. The low impact camping rules are a pain but it's worth it to be here.
(...When it's time to hike, we yell Tally Ho and I have to stop writing.)
The carcass we found today was a fresh kill with fur still on the forlegs. There are mountain lions here. We heard one in Ponil Canyon. We are sleeping in Cottonwood Canyon. There are 3 does about 100 feet from my tent. They are not afraid of me. Here they can never be hunted. We saw orange flowers in the meados and the rock formations in each canyon are beautiful. This canyon is very narrow. I'm lying in my tent with my feet up. It feels so good. The sun is down and it is finally cool. Tomorrow we have a touch hike. 6 miles up the whole way. Today we worked our butts off building a trail. 3 hours then our hike. Brutal. It was HOT at 8am. I was beginning to worry about our crew. Hair tempers. Lots of criticism. Today it's better. Chris lost his water bottle into an 800 year old Indian ruin. Richard snapped at him before it even stopped falling. This guy really is wound a little too tight.
The bottom line is that I'm really enjoying this. The low impact camping rules are a pain but it's worth it to be here.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Monday 6/23
Up at 5:30
Breakfast @ 6:20
Breakfast was good unlike the paltry portions we got at dinner last night. Nicole Phillips, our ranger says she is related to Waite Phillips. She says her family can use this facility for free. He was her great uncle. About a half an hour bus ride to 6 mile gate. I thought the camp should be left, but when we oriented our map with 10 degree declination it was clear our camp was on our right. My son keeps saying he doesn't like it here. I've asked him to keep this to himself. Today we hiked about 2 miles. It felt like 5. We hiked to Anastasi camp site. One camp site is a MILE LONG! So when we thought we were done, we had to go half again as far as we had already come just to get to site #8 which it turns out was taken. We are now at site 5. Everybody is in good spirits and singing silly songs after a lunch of Ritz Crackers ans Squeeze Cheese we all felt much better. Here comes the rain! Loud too!
Breakfast @ 6:20
Breakfast was good unlike the paltry portions we got at dinner last night. Nicole Phillips, our ranger says she is related to Waite Phillips. She says her family can use this facility for free. He was her great uncle. About a half an hour bus ride to 6 mile gate. I thought the camp should be left, but when we oriented our map with 10 degree declination it was clear our camp was on our right. My son keeps saying he doesn't like it here. I've asked him to keep this to himself. Today we hiked about 2 miles. It felt like 5. We hiked to Anastasi camp site. One camp site is a MILE LONG! So when we thought we were done, we had to go half again as far as we had already come just to get to site #8 which it turns out was taken. We are now at site 5. Everybody is in good spirits and singing silly songs after a lunch of Ritz Crackers ans Squeeze Cheese we all felt much better. Here comes the rain! Loud too!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Sunday 6/22
3 hour bus ride.
Up at 5:00 am.
Breakfast at 5:30.
On bus at 6:30.
and STILL 3 buses beat us here.
Check in was disorganized - we sat over 2 hours waiting for trail food and pots and pans. skipped the evening campfire so I could organize my stuff. Best decision I ever made. I feel ready to go now. Jewish chaplain (Rabbi Rock) was awesome. A man of God. Catholic mass was dissapointing. Too long. Too many trivial announcements. Bear proof rosaries? How is that supposed to inspire kids to pray?
Up at 5:00 am.
Breakfast at 5:30.
On bus at 6:30.
and STILL 3 buses beat us here.
Check in was disorganized - we sat over 2 hours waiting for trail food and pots and pans. skipped the evening campfire so I could organize my stuff. Best decision I ever made. I feel ready to go now. Jewish chaplain (Rabbi Rock) was awesome. A man of God. Catholic mass was dissapointing. Too long. Too many trivial announcements. Bear proof rosaries? How is that supposed to inspire kids to pray?
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