After weeks of headlines about the many fires in Colorado, on Wednesday I woke to the news I had been dreading: the Lime Gulch fire had closed Section 2 of the Colorado Trail. By Thursday afternoon the fire had spread. Denver Water closed Waterton Canyon, effectively closing down Section 1 as well.
With no other clear alternative, we have decided to start at the beginning of Section 3 instead. When we reach Breckenridge at the end of Section 6, we will reassess. If the fire has been contained by then we will return to Denver to hike the 28 miles we will otherwise have to miss.
At age 9, Sierra aka "Monkey" became the youngest person on record to complete a continuous thru-hike of the 2,665 mile Pacific Crest Trail! Click on the links below to read the journal of her 2012 PCT hike with her mother Heather aka "Mama Bear", her 2013 hike of the Colorado Trail, her hike of the Continental Divide Trail (completed over the summers from 2014-16), or to follow along on our other adventures!
Friday, June 21, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Colorado Trail: Guidebooks, Maps, and Planning
Anyone planning a Colorado Trail thru-hike should start with Paul Mags The Colorado Trail End-to-End Guide, a free online resource. This online guide is an incredibly helpful resource. The guide answers the most commonly asked questions, identifies all of the available maps, guidebooks, and other resources you might want to take with you, and provides information about the towns closest to the trail for resupply. The Colorado Trail Foundation's website also contains useful information. Current trail conditions may be found on the Colorado Trail Foundation's Facebook page.
Other books and resources that might be helpful in planning are: (1) The Colorado Trail Guidebook; (2) The Colorado Trail Data Book; and (3) The Colorado Trail Map Book. Some hikers may choose to hike with just the Data Book and/or maps from the Map Book. I'm choosing to bring all three because I like the additional detail and enjoy reading about natural history along the trail. As I did with our PCT guidebooks, I have carefully divided the Colorado Trail Guidebook and Map Book into sections and added the appropriate sections to each of my resupplies so that I will only carry what I need for the upcoming segment(s) of the trail.
Free GPS waypoints are available from Bear Creek Survey, makers of the Colorado Trail Map Book. Bear Creek has also makes maps and provides free GPS waypoints for the Continental Divide Trail! Although we are not planning on using GPS frequently, I have downloaded all of the waypoints and associated maps onto my iPhone, just in case.
The Colorado Trail Map Book we chose is very detailed and convenient, but may not meet the needs of all hikers because it only shows a narrow corridor around the trail. We are planning on staying fairly close to the trail, venturing off only occasionally to climb a few of Colorado's 14ers. Anyone considering significant alternate routes (other than the newly added "Collegiate West Loop" which is now included in the map book), should probably choose a different map option.
After reviewing the potential resupply locations listed in the End-to-End Guide, we've decided to resupply at the following locations: (1) Breckenridge; (2) Leadville; (3) Princeton Hot Springs; (4) Salida; (5) Creede; and (6) Silverton. We tried to choose locations that are reasonably close to the trail and convenient to access. Our resupply boxes are already packed and ready to go, although we plan to buy some fresh food locally to supplement our resupplies.
Colorado, here we come!
Other books and resources that might be helpful in planning are: (1) The Colorado Trail Guidebook; (2) The Colorado Trail Data Book; and (3) The Colorado Trail Map Book. Some hikers may choose to hike with just the Data Book and/or maps from the Map Book. I'm choosing to bring all three because I like the additional detail and enjoy reading about natural history along the trail. As I did with our PCT guidebooks, I have carefully divided the Colorado Trail Guidebook and Map Book into sections and added the appropriate sections to each of my resupplies so that I will only carry what I need for the upcoming segment(s) of the trail.
Free GPS waypoints are available from Bear Creek Survey, makers of the Colorado Trail Map Book. Bear Creek has also makes maps and provides free GPS waypoints for the Continental Divide Trail! Although we are not planning on using GPS frequently, I have downloaded all of the waypoints and associated maps onto my iPhone, just in case.
The Colorado Trail Map Book we chose is very detailed and convenient, but may not meet the needs of all hikers because it only shows a narrow corridor around the trail. We are planning on staying fairly close to the trail, venturing off only occasionally to climb a few of Colorado's 14ers. Anyone considering significant alternate routes (other than the newly added "Collegiate West Loop" which is now included in the map book), should probably choose a different map option.
After reviewing the potential resupply locations listed in the End-to-End Guide, we've decided to resupply at the following locations: (1) Breckenridge; (2) Leadville; (3) Princeton Hot Springs; (4) Salida; (5) Creede; and (6) Silverton. We tried to choose locations that are reasonably close to the trail and convenient to access. Our resupply boxes are already packed and ready to go, although we plan to buy some fresh food locally to supplement our resupplies.
Colorado, here we come!
Monday, May 27, 2013
60 Lake Basin
Frost blanketed the outside of our tent, and a thin layer of frozen condensation lined the inside. With no schedule or obligations for the day, we decided to stay cocooned in our warm sleeping bags until the first warming rays of the sun crested the eastern ridge and touched our tent. "Beautiful doesn't seem to capture it," remarked Sierra when we finally crawled out of the tent to enjoy the view of rugged granite peaks and the thumb-shaped Finn Dome bathed in soft, golden sunlight and reflected in the still, clear waters of Rae Lakes.
After a leisurely, hot breakfast, we decided to pack up to explore 60 Lake Basin, just over the next ridge. The trail to 60 Lake Basin traversed around the far side of Rae Lakes, then climbed past several seasonal streams and across a few large slushy snowfields before cresting the ridge. From there we descended to the first lake in the 60 Lake Basin.
Numerous lakes dot the rocky granite basin, with hardy grass encircling each one. Short, scrubby pines are scattered throughout. We crossed a rock bridge to a small island surrounded by clear waters that revealed the lakes tan, sandy shoreline quickly transitioning to deep greenish blue depths. The imposing pyramid of Mount Clarence King was reflected in the lake.
A bullfrog croaked a serenade as we ate our lunch. Then we retraced our steps back up the ridge and down to Rae Lakes. A lone coyote stretched by the lakeshore, loping away up the ridge as we approached.
After a relaxing lunch in 60 Lake Basin, we decided we wanted to climb Glen Pass to avoid climbing it early the next morning, when it would be icy. We quickly scrambled up the soft snow, carefully following the tracks of those who had gone before to avoid postholing. Once we reached the pass, the trail briefly followed the snow-free ridge before descending the other side.
We hiked another mile before finding camp on a sandy, snow-free ledge overlooking Charlotte Lake and the surrounding basin. After another frosty night, we woke Monday morning and headed for home.
After a leisurely, hot breakfast, we decided to pack up to explore 60 Lake Basin, just over the next ridge. The trail to 60 Lake Basin traversed around the far side of Rae Lakes, then climbed past several seasonal streams and across a few large slushy snowfields before cresting the ridge. From there we descended to the first lake in the 60 Lake Basin.
Numerous lakes dot the rocky granite basin, with hardy grass encircling each one. Short, scrubby pines are scattered throughout. We crossed a rock bridge to a small island surrounded by clear waters that revealed the lakes tan, sandy shoreline quickly transitioning to deep greenish blue depths. The imposing pyramid of Mount Clarence King was reflected in the lake.
A bullfrog croaked a serenade as we ate our lunch. Then we retraced our steps back up the ridge and down to Rae Lakes. A lone coyote stretched by the lakeshore, loping away up the ridge as we approached.
After a relaxing lunch in 60 Lake Basin, we decided we wanted to climb Glen Pass to avoid climbing it early the next morning, when it would be icy. We quickly scrambled up the soft snow, carefully following the tracks of those who had gone before to avoid postholing. Once we reached the pass, the trail briefly followed the snow-free ridge before descending the other side.
We hiked another mile before finding camp on a sandy, snow-free ledge overlooking Charlotte Lake and the surrounding basin. After another frosty night, we woke Monday morning and headed for home.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Rae Lakes Revisited
With a long weekend stretching out before us, Sierra and I could not resist the temptation to spend another weekend on the PCT. This time we headed for the Onion Valley Trailhead west of Independence. We planned to hike over Kearsarge Pass, join the PCT, follow the PCT over Glen pass, then glissade and hike to Rae Lakes.
Although Memorial Day weekend is a popular time for people to camp, hike, and fish, few people brave the snowy, high mountain passes so early in the season. We expected to have the trails mostly to ourselves. We were wrong.
We met our first hikers in the little town of Independence. French Toast and two other PCT hikers stood next to Onion Valley Road waiting for a ride. I quickly pulled over, and we somehow managed to cram five packs and hikers into my little Rav 4. French Toast and friends estimated that there are about ten other PCT hikers ahead of them on the trail, and a similar number who were either already at or just arriving at Kennedy Meadows when they left. But the herd is far behind, and probably won't arrive at Kennedy Meadows in droves for two or three more weeks.
Cars almost filled the small parking lot next to the trailhead, and were already beginning to park in the larger lot when we arrived. A few hikers dotted the trail, and we saw several more as we began hiking. Most were day hikers, although we saw a few hardy backpackers exiting after a nine day trip.
The hike to Kearsarge Pass was virtually snow free. Approaching Glen Pass, we started seeing patchy snow covering the trail about a mile before we reached the top. Long, spear-like icicles dangled from rocky cliffs, a testament to the enduring cold at the higher elevations.
Significant snow clung to the north side of Glen Pass. Unfortunately, the snow field, while covering a large area, was very thin, with rocks and boulders protruding through at regular intervals. Although we brought ice axes and were excited to glissade, the snowfield did not look safe for high speed sliding. We resigned ourselves to hiking down the steep, slushy snow, trying to follow the path of footprints set by those who came before us. Snowmelt seeped into our shoes, and an icy breeze chilled our fingers. When the snow occasionally petered out, we were left to scramble down wet, slippery rocks.
About a mile before we reached Rae Lakes, the trail was finally snow free. A few brave flowers poke through the sodden ground next to the trail, but prime wildflower season is yet to come. In the bright side, this means that prime mosquito season has not yet arrived either.
We reached Rae Lakes already chilled to the bone. We set up camp quickly, happy to slip into our warm down sleeping bags as soon as the sun slipped behind the western ridge.
Although Memorial Day weekend is a popular time for people to camp, hike, and fish, few people brave the snowy, high mountain passes so early in the season. We expected to have the trails mostly to ourselves. We were wrong.
We met our first hikers in the little town of Independence. French Toast and two other PCT hikers stood next to Onion Valley Road waiting for a ride. I quickly pulled over, and we somehow managed to cram five packs and hikers into my little Rav 4. French Toast and friends estimated that there are about ten other PCT hikers ahead of them on the trail, and a similar number who were either already at or just arriving at Kennedy Meadows when they left. But the herd is far behind, and probably won't arrive at Kennedy Meadows in droves for two or three more weeks.
Cars almost filled the small parking lot next to the trailhead, and were already beginning to park in the larger lot when we arrived. A few hikers dotted the trail, and we saw several more as we began hiking. Most were day hikers, although we saw a few hardy backpackers exiting after a nine day trip.
The hike to Kearsarge Pass was virtually snow free. Approaching Glen Pass, we started seeing patchy snow covering the trail about a mile before we reached the top. Long, spear-like icicles dangled from rocky cliffs, a testament to the enduring cold at the higher elevations.
Significant snow clung to the north side of Glen Pass. Unfortunately, the snow field, while covering a large area, was very thin, with rocks and boulders protruding through at regular intervals. Although we brought ice axes and were excited to glissade, the snowfield did not look safe for high speed sliding. We resigned ourselves to hiking down the steep, slushy snow, trying to follow the path of footprints set by those who came before us. Snowmelt seeped into our shoes, and an icy breeze chilled our fingers. When the snow occasionally petered out, we were left to scramble down wet, slippery rocks.
About a mile before we reached Rae Lakes, the trail was finally snow free. A few brave flowers poke through the sodden ground next to the trail, but prime wildflower season is yet to come. In the bright side, this means that prime mosquito season has not yet arrived either.
We reached Rae Lakes already chilled to the bone. We set up camp quickly, happy to slip into our warm down sleeping bags as soon as the sun slipped behind the western ridge.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
The Colorado Trail
We miss the trail. A lot. But as much as we'd like to hike another long trail, we can't really take the time to do it right now. So, after much discussion, we've decided to hike the Colorado Trail this summer.
The Colorado Trail passes through the Colorado Rockies and several other Colorado mountain ranges as it travels from Denver to Durango. The trail is approximately 480 miles long with an average elevation of over 10,000 feet. Thru-hikers traveling from Denver to Durango (the "uphill" direction) will climb 89,354 feet along the way! So while the trail is relatively "short" compared to our 2012 PCT thru-hike, it will still provide plenty of challenge.
We will start hiking the Colorado Trail in late June. I am hoping the snow will melt from the high passes by then. Sierra, who was disappointed by the lack of snow on our PCT thru-hike last summer, is hoping it won't. If all goes as planned, we will complete the trail in late July.
The Colorado Trail passes through the Colorado Rockies and several other Colorado mountain ranges as it travels from Denver to Durango. The trail is approximately 480 miles long with an average elevation of over 10,000 feet. Thru-hikers traveling from Denver to Durango (the "uphill" direction) will climb 89,354 feet along the way! So while the trail is relatively "short" compared to our 2012 PCT thru-hike, it will still provide plenty of challenge.
We will start hiking the Colorado Trail in late June. I am hoping the snow will melt from the high passes by then. Sierra, who was disappointed by the lack of snow on our PCT thru-hike last summer, is hoping it won't. If all goes as planned, we will complete the trail in late July.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Gear Review: ULA Catalyst and Kid's Circuit Packs
Here are our impressions of some of the packs used on our 2012 PCT hike.
Few gear manufacturer's made real backpacks for kids. We tried the Osprey Jib model, but the waistbelt did not stay put on Sierra's slender form. We considered lightweight adult daypacks from GoLite and other brands, but could not find one with both (1) enough capacity to hold Sierra's gear; and (2) a waistbelt that could cinch up tight enough. Finally, we contacted Chris at ULA to find out if he could customize a pack to fit Sierra. Turns out, Chris already made an XS Circuit, but (at that time), didn't have it listed on his site.
Heather's Pack: The ULA Catalyst
Before we hiked the PCT, I always used backpacks from traditional (heavy) gear manufacturers such as Osprey. And I loved my Osprey Ariel pack. It was roomy and comfortable, with space for anything and everything I might need or want out on the trail. It also weighed 5 pounds. Empty.
Knowing I would need to lower my baseweight if I was going to successfully carry food and shared gear for two people, I started researching lighter options. Hikers have successfully completed the PCT carrying ultralight packs that weighed less than a pound, but I knew that a frameless pack with no structure or waistbelt would not adequately support the heavy resupplies we would need for some sections of the trail. Enter the ULA Catalyst.
At 48 ounces (3 pounds), the ULA Catalyst is not the lightest of the ultralight packs, but it is a fully featured, comfortable pack with plenty of room for gear, food and, when necessary, a bear can. With its internal frame and suspension, the manufacturer recommends the Catalyst for loads up to 40 pounds. I can personally attest to the pack's comfort carrying 40 pounds and, at times, even more. The Catalyst's padded waistbelt and shoulder straps, internal frame, load lifter straps, and other features kept the pack's weight comfortably on my hips and off my shoulders.
The Catalyst has plenty of room to carry what you need in the main compartment (unless what you need includes the kitchen sink). It also has an outer mesh pocket to stash gear you might want to access more quickly during the day. The large side pockets are perfect for carrying water bottles and other gear, and the waistbelt includes two roomy snack pockets. I used one for snacks and the other for my journal, sunscreen, lip balm, and other items I wanted to be able to access on the trail. The waistbelt pockets would easily accommodate a compact camera, with room for more.
A thru-hike is notoriously hard on gear, but the Catalyst held up well. And when my waistbelt wore out in Northern California (probably due to my overloading the pack, carrying more than the recommended 40 pounds during long resupplies in the mountains), Chris at ULA Equipment sent a new one and had it waiting for me when I reached Ashland. Great customer service!
Sierra's Pack: The ULA Circuit, XS Kid's Version
Few gear manufacturer's made real backpacks for kids. We tried the Osprey Jib model, but the waistbelt did not stay put on Sierra's slender form. We considered lightweight adult daypacks from GoLite and other brands, but could not find one with both (1) enough capacity to hold Sierra's gear; and (2) a waistbelt that could cinch up tight enough. Finally, we contacted Chris at ULA to find out if he could customize a pack to fit Sierra. Turns out, Chris already made an XS Circuit, but (at that time), didn't have it listed on his site.
The ULA Circuit XS Kid's version has all the same features (and almost as much capacity) as the adult model, but uses an adjustable harness and extra small waistbelt to customize the fit to shorter torsos and tiny waists. The Circuit had plenty of capacity for all of Sierra's gear, with room to spare. The mesh back pocket was great for storing gear she wanted to access quickly, and the large side pockets were great for storing water bottles and drinks. Sierra also loved the two waistbelt pockets, which were perfect for storing snacks, her iPod Nano (she loved audiobooks in the afternoon), and any treasures she picked up along the way. The pack carried comfortably, held up well, and will definitely be accompanying us on future adventures!
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Kennedy Meadows Redux
Unable to attend the AZDPCTKO (the "Annual Zero Day PCT Kick Off") at Lake Moreno this year, Sierra and I decided to return to the PCT for a backpack trip instead. We headed to Kennedy Meadows (south), the unofficial start of the Sierra Nevada mountains. Having only passed through Kennedy Meadows on foot, we were blissfully unaware of how long and windy the drive would be. But we were both happy to be back in the mountains with open trail ahead of us. Less than ten paces down the trail Sierra exclaimed, "I'm home!"
Traipsing down the trail we enjoyed reminiscing about our 2012 PCT thru-hike. We stopped to sniff the Jeffrey pine trees ("Mmmm, smells like vanilla and butterscotch!"), to remember hikers we met along the way, and to compare conditions. We both kept commenting on how dry it is this year. The pleasant creek that usually parallels the trail as it climbs to Beck Meadows was bone dry in places and reduced to a mere trickle in others. Even the South Fork of the Kern was reduced to a shallow, meandering creek.
Most thru-hikers leave Kennedy Meadows in mid-June, a time the mountains are considered "passable" (by thru-hiker standards) in a typical year. A few hardy souls will leave earlier, especially in a dry year like this one. But we did not expect to encounter any thru-hikers in late April, when most hikers were just starting the trail at the Mexican border. In fact, we hiked for several miles without encountering a single soul. And then, all at once, we saw two.
Paul, a 66 year old thru-hiker who started at the Mexican border on March 22, may be one of the first PCT thru-hikers to leave Kennedy Meadows this year. We met Paul leaning up against a rock, gratefully accepting a bottle of water from a local day hiker. The four of us lamented the lack of water and swapped stories before continuing up the trail.
Our favorite memory of the our hike out of Kennedy Meadows is laying in a grassy meadow watching the swallows swooping in and out from under the second bridge that crosses the South Fork of the Kern. We selected our destination in part due to our somewhat unrealistic hope that we would see the swallows again. I knew that it was probably too early for the swallows to have returned. Paul warned me that it was probably too early for the swallows to have returned. And we both warned Sierra that it was probably too early for the swallows to have returned. Nevertheless, we could not help feeling a bit disappointed when, upon reaching the bridge, there was not a single swallow in sight.
Surrounded by such natural beauty -- the South Fork of the Kern meandering through a grassy meadow surrounded by pine covered ridges and tall, snow-capped mountains -- it was hard to remain disappointed for long. We set up a cozy camp in the trees, and began making dinner. It was then that we discovered the second snafu of our weekend adventure: no cups or utensils. We had forgotten them at home.
Stirring with a long, carved stick, we managed to keep our dinner from sticking to the bottom of the pot. Eating it posed a new challenge. Turning two ziplock bags inside out, we used them as gloves and scooped the pasta out of the shared pot with our hands. We quickly emptied the pot and turned the bags back right-side-out, zipping the mess inside.
Picking up our newly cleaned pot, we headed back down to the river. As we approached the bridge, a dark cloud or birds swarmed out from underneath the bridge. The cloud passed just overhead, then swooped lower, skimming the water in the quest for fresh insects. The swallows had returned!!!
Awestruck, we stood paralyzed on the grassy riverbank as hundreds of swallows darted in and out of their mud nests under the bridge. After a few minutes of watching, we laughed and danced with pure joy as the cloud of swallows continued to swirl all around us. We continued to watch as the last light faded over the meadows and the last of the swallows tucked away into her nest.
The next morning we sat on the bridge and sipped hot chocolate out of our communal cooking pot. Warm, golden sun bathed the meadow, melting the white tips of frost that blanketed the grass. We sat transfixed as hundreds of swallows swooped out from under the bridge, scooped up a quick breakfast, then swooped back to their gourd-like mud nests underneath the bridge.
As hard as it was to tear ourselves away from the swallows, it was harder still to get back on the trail in the "wrong" direction, heading south back to the trailhead instead of heading north to Canada. Though we were sad to say good-bye to the trail for now, we knew we would be back. The mountains are our home.
"I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." John Muir
Traipsing down the trail we enjoyed reminiscing about our 2012 PCT thru-hike. We stopped to sniff the Jeffrey pine trees ("Mmmm, smells like vanilla and butterscotch!"), to remember hikers we met along the way, and to compare conditions. We both kept commenting on how dry it is this year. The pleasant creek that usually parallels the trail as it climbs to Beck Meadows was bone dry in places and reduced to a mere trickle in others. Even the South Fork of the Kern was reduced to a shallow, meandering creek.
Most thru-hikers leave Kennedy Meadows in mid-June, a time the mountains are considered "passable" (by thru-hiker standards) in a typical year. A few hardy souls will leave earlier, especially in a dry year like this one. But we did not expect to encounter any thru-hikers in late April, when most hikers were just starting the trail at the Mexican border. In fact, we hiked for several miles without encountering a single soul. And then, all at once, we saw two.
Paul, a 66 year old thru-hiker who started at the Mexican border on March 22, may be one of the first PCT thru-hikers to leave Kennedy Meadows this year. We met Paul leaning up against a rock, gratefully accepting a bottle of water from a local day hiker. The four of us lamented the lack of water and swapped stories before continuing up the trail.
Our favorite memory of the our hike out of Kennedy Meadows is laying in a grassy meadow watching the swallows swooping in and out from under the second bridge that crosses the South Fork of the Kern. We selected our destination in part due to our somewhat unrealistic hope that we would see the swallows again. I knew that it was probably too early for the swallows to have returned. Paul warned me that it was probably too early for the swallows to have returned. And we both warned Sierra that it was probably too early for the swallows to have returned. Nevertheless, we could not help feeling a bit disappointed when, upon reaching the bridge, there was not a single swallow in sight.
Surrounded by such natural beauty -- the South Fork of the Kern meandering through a grassy meadow surrounded by pine covered ridges and tall, snow-capped mountains -- it was hard to remain disappointed for long. We set up a cozy camp in the trees, and began making dinner. It was then that we discovered the second snafu of our weekend adventure: no cups or utensils. We had forgotten them at home.
Stirring with a long, carved stick, we managed to keep our dinner from sticking to the bottom of the pot. Eating it posed a new challenge. Turning two ziplock bags inside out, we used them as gloves and scooped the pasta out of the shared pot with our hands. We quickly emptied the pot and turned the bags back right-side-out, zipping the mess inside.
Picking up our newly cleaned pot, we headed back down to the river. As we approached the bridge, a dark cloud or birds swarmed out from underneath the bridge. The cloud passed just overhead, then swooped lower, skimming the water in the quest for fresh insects. The swallows had returned!!!
Awestruck, we stood paralyzed on the grassy riverbank as hundreds of swallows darted in and out of their mud nests under the bridge. After a few minutes of watching, we laughed and danced with pure joy as the cloud of swallows continued to swirl all around us. We continued to watch as the last light faded over the meadows and the last of the swallows tucked away into her nest.
The next morning we sat on the bridge and sipped hot chocolate out of our communal cooking pot. Warm, golden sun bathed the meadow, melting the white tips of frost that blanketed the grass. We sat transfixed as hundreds of swallows swooped out from under the bridge, scooped up a quick breakfast, then swooped back to their gourd-like mud nests underneath the bridge.
As hard as it was to tear ourselves away from the swallows, it was harder still to get back on the trail in the "wrong" direction, heading south back to the trailhead instead of heading north to Canada. Though we were sad to say good-bye to the trail for now, we knew we would be back. The mountains are our home.
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