Baja Divide Uno

We are 300 miles into a 1,700 mile trip.  We are down to 2 people for a short bit.  Malcolm headed back up north and will shortly be joined by another Alaskan, Amy. Below are some picture and musings on the adventure so far.  I hope to organize my thoughts in a more clear fashion for future posts, but this is what you get for now.

We started the Baja Divide last Wednesday.  After Danny and I finished up our abbreviated version of the Stagecoach 400, we met up with Malcolm in San Diego.  After a rest day in town and a quick stop for supplies, we started out towards the Baja Divide from our friends Alev and Niki’s house. We were able to sample some of the great single track between San Diego and La Mesa as we worked our way southwest.  Once on route we stocked up at Trader Joe’s for the day and headed towards the border.

We roamed through neighborhoods finding our way out of town before riding some flowing, urban single track around a lake.  A quick section on the highway brought us to a big dirt climb up Otay mountain.  The climb itself is around 3000 feet of elevation gain, which we had perfectly coordinated to ascend in the mid day heat.

After slowly making our way up the steep mountain road by hopping from small shady bush to small shady bush we were rewarded with a huge descent off the other side.  We eventually made our way to the Barrett Junction Cafe where we slept out back after some fries and chocolate milkshakes.

The Tecate border crossing was quick and simple in the morning.  $30 bucks and we are allowed to stay for 6 months.  Sweet!  You can even buy hot sauce or honey from the customs agent (we politely declined both).  Once into Tecate, the first order of business was to get some Mexican cash. Everyone got cash alright, but the ATM ate Malcolm’s card. Nothing to be done but keep riding south, we headed to the store to get food for the day.

We meet a fellow cyclist at the grocery in Tecate, Gram.  We ride with gram for the day swapping stories and sweating in the heat together.  We spend the night just off the road in some brush and Gram is gone before we are up and moving.

We continue riding further into Mexico for the next several days in unseasonably hot weather, following Grams tire tracks, camping in the dirt and sand, carrying lots of water and eating untold bags or chicharron.  It is good to be wearing shorts and not much else.  It is good to be getting a tan.  It is good to be sitting around in the dark with friends and drinking tequila and eating cold burritos.  We get tacos almost everywhere they are available.  They are as delicious as you would expect them to be.

The route thus far mostly follows dirt roads, ranging from well graded to chundery, cobble-strewn two-tracks.  The riding is interesting and the scenery is often excellent.

Buying some beer to combat the hot sun.

Misty morning camp site on the Pacific.

Seems like a safe place to live.

Danny Fights his way up a steep and loose section as we work our way through the rolling ridges.

We arrive into Vicente Guerrero after 6 days of biking.  We are dirty and ready for a day off the saddles.  First things first we find tacos and sort out Malcolm’s bus ticket.  We eventually find a hotel to crash in for a night or two and spend the afternoon eating tacos and decompressing from the last 300 miles.  It’ll be good to get back on the bike soon though. Danny and I eat 1o tacos a piece on our first day in Vicente Guerrero; shrimp, fish, asada, and adobada.  They are all fantastic.  We drink tequila and Tecate.

Stagecoach Lite

My friend Danny and I completed our condensed version of the Stagecoach 400 yesterday.  We ended up cutting it short to make it back to San Diego for a rest day before starting the Baja Divide (tomorrow).  Below are some pictures and random musings I wrote down today and while we were out on the ride:

Danny and I arrive at the San Diego airport eight minutes apart.  I have come from Anchorage and Danny has come from New Mexico where he was visiting his folks.

Our friend Niki meets us at the airport.  She is driving a Chevy Cruz. We have two bikes and all our camping gear. We quickly realize that we aren’t going to be able to get this all in the car, so we make a plan b.  Niki grabs most of our heavy gear and takes off in the car, Danny and I will bike to their house from the airport. Off we ride through San Diego.

We have come to San Diego to ride the Stage Coach 400 (and subsequently the Baja Divide).  Luckily the stagecoach route passes right by the airport, so we take this new found opportunity to jump on the route.  We end up getting in a nice 30 mile ride, with some stellar single track.  It is a nice way to start of our trip, and feels better than it may have to not have ridden from the airport.

On day two one thing becomes clear to the both of us, it is hot here.  When I left Anchorage there had already been snow on the ground for over a week, and I had grown accustomed to wearing a jacket.  We sweat our way through the climbs and try to stay hydrated.  It is nice to be back on the bike again.  I have lost some fitness over the last month or so sitting in Anchorage, but that will all come back.  It is nice to sleep outside and look at the stars.  I wish I knew more constellations.

Biking through a lonely arroyo we found Hollywood and Vine.

Since those first couple of days we have gained fitness and figured out how to ride through sand.  Oh the sand.  I am finding that my 29 inch tires do alright in the sand if I play around with the pressures as the sediment gets loose.  I am rolling and 2.6 Nobby Nic in the front and a 2.6 Purgatory as the rear tire.  I had hopped to run two specialized 2.6 inch tires, because I am a big fan of their tire patterns and price points, but when I finally got the tires they are not as wide as advertised (2.4 inches, what give spec?).  I thusly resorted back to the plan of running and Nobby Nic in the lead.

On Monday we wake up by a picnic table on a fairly busy trail just off I-15.  We make our usual coffee and eat hostess powdered doughnuts.  Eventually we get packed up and start the roll down the road.  The day ends up being short as we end up at the Pacific at about noon and decide that we should swim and hang out rather than pound through the city in the sun.  The ocean is colder than anticipated, but it feels nice to finally get the dust and dirt that has been covering out bodies for the last five days off.

Our friend Malcolm arrives in Sand Diego today and will ride to meet us.  Tomorrow we will start onto the Baja Divide for the next while.  I’ll keep posting here when I find time and wifi and you can see smaller snapshots of our trip on Instagram; @akschmidtshow and @dresherdan.

Into Bosnia and Herzegovina

We ate bread, mustard, cucumber, cheese, and cured meat as we watched the  rusty an old white Mercedes pull up next to the basketball court where we were sitting.  We continued sipping our white wine as we watched a man get out and disappear in the bushes.  We heard livestock bells ringing.  Within a few minutes, the man returned out of the woods following his two cows.  He got into his car and continued to herd them down the street, back into town, applying liberal use of the car horn.  The man had glanced at us when he first pulled up but I thought nothing of it.  We planned to sleep right here, next to the basketball court and soccer field outside of a small town.

About 30 minutes later the car returned, this time with a passenger, and the car drove out onto the basketball court and parked next to us. The passenger got out and started talking to us in a langue we did not understand.  Nic got up and tried to communicate back with some English and some Ukrainian.  We couldn’t tell when he was saying.  He wasn’t over aggressive and seemed to just be trying to communicate his point. He confirmed that we spoke english before getting back in the car as they departing.

I gathered two things from the encounter. The first was that there was a problem, that word sounds familiar enough. whether or not he thought we had a problem that needed fixing, or we were the problem was unclear.  The second thing I understood was “police”, something to do with the police.  So there we were, still snacking and drinking wine, confused as to what had just happened.  We finished eating and pushed our bikes to set up the tents in the soft grass behind the court.

Just as we slipped into the tents I hear Nic say, “There is a flashing blue light over there.” Sure enough, as I look out my tent door I can see a flashing light coming down the street. I turn off my music and watch as it pulls into the basketball court and drive away slowly. We are obscured from view behind some bushes and a limestone wall.  We are not hiding, this is just a nice place to sleep. Ten minutes later another car slow-rolls the road.  Not much to do but try and sleep. I read some and eventually fall asleep.

I am awakened by a bright light shinning through my open tent door and someone saying “police”.  They walk to Nic and give him a similar treatment. Nic talks to them as I pull on my shorts and a jacket.  The two men Mercedes-men have returned with an older police officer and a local 18 year old kid.  Ante is his name and he is here to translate.  He almost immediately tells Nic that we are not in trouble, but this is not normal and so someone called the police.  Safe to say we know who that was.

Over the next 30 minutes the police officer takes down mine and Nic’s information including our occupations, and parents first names.  The original Mercedes cow-wrangler stays off in the shadows the whole time, odd enough.  Perhaps he is embarrassed for calling the cops on two dirty dude on mountain bikes.  We talk and joke with the other three.

It becomes clear that they are worried for us.  It is too cold to sleep here (mid 50s), and there were once wolves that came out of the mountains to town, and there is no light where you are camped, and theres a perfectly nice church over there you can go sleep by…  We tell them, no it’s alright, we like to sleep outside, and this is plenty warm.  We shake hands as our Bosnian greeting party departs.

Nic and I return to the tents laughing at what has just taken place and drink our last two beers that we were saving for the next day.  And so ended our first night in Bosnia and Herzegovina.

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Since my last post we continued to dodge rain and thunder. We made our way south through Croatia, eventually reaching the end of the Adriatic Crest Route in Split.

Nic helping with the herding

You have to make sure that you stay up on your fig intake.

Hayduke – Hajduk

We arrived here near dark, soaked to the bone. A huge open room awaited with small soccer goals for hanging wet clothing and gear.

Grapes on grapes on grapes

Nic says “Hey, maybe we climb that road over there,” I hope not because it looks really steep.

It’s really steep.

The view from the top is pretty top notch.

Getting Figgy With It. I can not eat enough of these things.

Figs drying outside of a small shop in the mountains

“Nic, they must make some kind of liquor out of figs, right?” “They have to, we will find it.” Found it. Fig Brandy.

Sweet sweet chunky decent.

The final step of the Adriatic Crest Route is a ferry ride to Split.

Camping across from Split may be our best campsite thus far.

Split.

We slowed down around Split, spending a couple days in the city to recharge and get some laundry done.  Then we headed towards Mostar on a route we had concocted with the help of Komoot.  Komoot is a piece of German software that helps to create travel routes using a large database of roads, trails, highways, etc.  We tell it we are mountain biking and want to go from A to B.  Check out the route, move a couple points, follow the magenta line on the GPS.

 

Lunch time, snack time. It is here that we formed our Croatian bike gang. The two of us and tree local boys.

The bike gang rides into the burn. The boys decided they would would rather ride downhill than up shortly after this shot.

Another day, Another fig (or 50).

So far Komoot has been doing us pretty good.  Since entering Bosnia, there have been a couple of overgrown sections that we went around, but the routing in general has been very enjoyable, keeping us off of pavement and big roads where possible.

Always carry a litter of beer, some bitters, and a pound of waffers. This will ensure victory.

Hayduke – Hajduk

We wanted to cross this. We did not.

Running from the clouds in Bosnia.

The decent into Mostar.

We are holed up for an afternoon in Mostar.  We decided to grab a room as we were gearing up for a 5,000 foot climb out of the city and noted that the weather was calling for 38mm of rain in the afternoon. That’s a lot of rain to be climbing a big mountain.  Checking out Mostar is a nice byproduct of that decision.

If you want some more eye candy and insightful writing head over to Nic’s site at https://gypsybytrade.wordpress.com/.

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From CZ to HR

As Nic and I started into Poland, the weather started to get rainy and cold.  A quick look at the forecast told us that the foreseeable future looked wet.  Rather than head into the mountains to be damp and cold, we jumped a train down to the capital of Croatia, Zagreb.  It was a full day of travel and a quick stay in a hostel, but as soon as we started riding through the city in the morning we knew we had made the correct decision. Figs, plums, apples, grapes, and pears hanging from trees and vines all across the countryside.  The sunny weather had us in pretty good spirits.

Biking through Zagreb on our first day in HR.

My first fresh fig

Unknowingly descending into our downhill hike a bike.

The first day in Croatia we rode out of the city and into the nearby hills, linking together dirt and pavement, making our way generally towards the coast. The day was ended with a character building downhill hike a bike. We were both glad when we finally got out of the small canyon we had worked our was into.  We hammered down a gravel limestone road until we found a bar.  After several beers we crept off into an abandoned building to find some sleep.

The next day was a big day of pounding pavement, that found us within throwing distance of the route we were aiming for.

67 miles for the day and a nice place to camp in the woods.

Nic down the well, reupping our water supplies

Nic’s Kitchen

A pretty stunning camp. Even if we woke up to rain.

We had a loose plan in mind that we would try to link up with the Adriatic Crest route.  It took us just over 2 days to intersect the route.  Thus far, the route has been phenomenal . Mixed dirt and pavement through mountains and broad valleys.  We have climbed up to 5,200 feet and are currently sitting at 40 feet on a tidally influenced river channel.

Fresh, smokey cheese. Yum.

Nice little shelter to call home for the night.

Riding through the clouds (and apparent mine fields)

Probably just stay on the road here, eh?

Nic getting drifty.

Nic tried to get the boys to jump in with him. No one would.

Over the last several days we have encountered some wet conditions, but it has been warm and thus, not too bad.  I had forgotten what warm rain feels like.  It is not all bad.  We will continue along this route until we reach the end of the route in Split.  From there the plan is less clear, though it is coming together.  We will spend some time in Bosnia and Montenegro on our way towards Albania.  I hope we can find some figs on today’s ride.

Bikepacking Through Czechia

Malcolm and I left Anchorage on the afternoon of the 20th and arrived the evening of the 21st in Prague.  We unpacked the bikes in the airport and headed into the heart of the city, following a GPX track that Nic had emailed to us.  We eventually waded our way through the crowded streets to Lubamir’s house (a friend of a friend of a friend), where Nic had arranged for us to stay. Lubamir took us out for our first Czech beer before we crashed after a long day of traveling.

Explosion in the Prague airport

The next day we boarded a train headed to Leberic to meet up with Nic.  Nic was waiting with pastries in hand.  We dropped into town to grab some food and then headed into the mountains.  

All of the things you are not allowed to take into the woods.

Breakfast spread.

Cowboy coffee

Wheelies for days.

For the next 3 days, I got my ass handed to me trying to keep up with these guys. 

The bottle says milk… does it smell like milk?

Malcolm and Nic working on their cheese game.

Back on the border.

I have been pretty stagnant for the last couple months.  Biking maybe 20 miles a week and occasionally getting out on a hike, but generally a lot of time wasting with little physical activity.  Starting out of Leberic, we were in the mountains almost immediately.  Pedaling a 60 to 75 pound rig up and down the mountains was a rude awakening for my body.  Those first 2 nights on the trail I rolled into camp completely destroyed.   Since those first few days, I have felt my legs get stronger and even enjoyed a couple of the longer climbs.  

Malcolm is working on designing ultra light coffee mug. Here we see the first prototype.

Really nice place to sleep for the night.

24 inch diameter, 3 inch wide, electronic downhill bike. I think I need a Bultaco

Malcolm headed back to Alaska several days ago to go back to work and keep time open for future adventures. He was generous to take some extra gear I had brought along and did not need.  Carrying extra, unusable weight just makes life harder.  I had a bit of a hard time trying to figure out what to pack for a trip of unknown length to a place I have never been, so naturally i brought too much stuff.  The trip has so far been a bit of an apprenticeship in bikepacking. I am learning where to pack gear on the bike, how to fit more food and beer on the bike, and how to keep grinding uphill when your legs are screaming.

One of the countless bunkers we biked by.

Observed during our tour of a bunker.

Blueberry filled pastries and beer for a late breakfast.

Field repair.

Fresh plumbs picked on the roadside.

Calm morning after a thunderstorm and night before

Nice single track along the border.

Two nights night ago, we dropped out of the mountains and camped on the edge of a reservoir.  It was nice to get in a quick swim before eating some sausages on the edge of the water.  

Yesterday we pedaled mostly pavement through farm country to Opava.  We decided to take a bit of a rest here and grabbed a $40 hotel room.  

Camped on a man made resivoir

It is nice to get in a shower and wash my clothes with some hot water.  Our hotel is attached to the local soccer stadium, you can walk out of our room, across the hall, and straight into the stadium.  If only there was a game tonight.

Everyday so far has felt like two or three.  We travel through such varied trails and terrain that it is hard to remember where we have gone.  We are eating huge meals when we can and drinking plenty of beer to power our legs onward.

From Opava we will head generally east into the through Poland heading towards the corner of Poland, Ukraine, and Slovakia.  

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Rich Girls and The Little Boats That Could

The following is a guest post by Erin Johnson.

In 2013 my friend Laura bought my dad’s old packraft and we went for a few after work floats down Glacier Creek and Eagle River, short fun class II rivers. Not long after that, she moved down to Seattle and for a few years we had been trying to come up with a fun trip to go on in late fall. After a lot of internet sleuthing, I found a trip where we could drive from Laura’s house, use that old packraft, and enjoy some sunshine in October! Thanks to the inspiration of a few videos (Forrest McCarthy’s River of Return & Chad Stoesz Salmon River Packrafting Loop) we found a trip that would be warm, fun and we could use packrafts!

We invited another lady friend, Aliza, who I have been on numerous packrafting trips with and was stoked to join. The day before we left, Aliza acquired all of the appropriate permits for our trip (we went through three ranger districts and rafted three rivers).  On Friday, September 30th, I came up with meals and sent Laura a shopping list and later that day Aliza and I caught a plane down to Seattle. Apparently our excitement was so obvious that the flight attendant gave us an extra Crown Royal bottle each in celebration of the beginning of our vacation (we announced this several times). We arrived at the airport in the evening, Laura picked us up and we went right to work packing in her garage, and putting meals together until 2 am.

Woke up early enough to miss traffic and started on our 12 hour drive. We had a few stops to make on the way, including finishing up our grocery shopping and picking up some gas canisters for our stoves. We stopped in Missoula and grabbed all the items we needed, including some burritos and zoomed off toward Idaho. We pulled into the campground at Corn Creek in the dark to find we had the campground to ourselves. After a quick dinner, we headed to bed.

Sunday morning came around faster than expected. We tossed everything in the car in an unorderly fashion and headed to the ranger station to get our permit. The lady there was really great, she gave us a guidebook to the Main Salmon and made sure we had all of the required gear to camp in the Wild and Scenic Corridor and went out of her way to show us how to identify poison ivy. Considering we had two botanists on our team, it was pretty silly neither of us knew what poison ivy looked like. Once we got our permit we headed back up the road to put in at Cache Creek. We figured we might as well do most of the rafting next to the road at the beginning of our trip, and if there were any big issues, they would be easier to deal with next to the road.

It took us a significant amount of time to dole out the gear, make sure it would all fit in our backpacks and then re-pack it up into our packrafts. I started out the trip with a bang by using a freshette, or “she-wee” and forgetting to zip up. It was really warm out and I wanted to cool off so I jumped in and fully submerged myself, soaking the inside of my drysuit. Little did I know this would be a theme of the trip for me (this happened nearly everyday we packrafted). Once I drained some of the water out of my dry suit, we got in the boats and headed downstream around 12:15pm. The float started off with a nice class II rapid that quickly reminded me that I nearly no experience in voluminous rivers! The next rapid was a II+ to III- called Kitchen Sink (that we decided not to scout). Aliza and I went down it first and Laura followed suit, but accidentally plopped herself right into a hole. Near the beginning of the rapid Laura flipped and had to swim. Thankfully, the Main Salmon has fairly short rapids and nice pools to collect gear. I grabbed Lauras raft and paddle and Aliza gave Laura a nice island to rest on. We flipped the boat over and Laura was a champ about just getting back in and paddling on, though we all decided that all rapids that were over II+ would probably be worth scouting.

Rafting down the Main Salmon

We continued down to Lanz Bar and we pulled off to collect some fresh fruit. Little did we know this would only be the beginning of our ‘river bounty’! It seemed like there were hundreds of apple trees of all sorts of varieties scattered all around this field surrounding Frank Lanz’s homestead, built in 1925. There is a lot of history on this river and many interesting stories. One of the stories that I came back to many times on our trip was about a forest Service Employee who accidentally burned the cabin (Frank Lantz’s homestead) down while heating up water. Harold Anderson, the Bitterroot National Forest Supervisor, sent lumber and Forest Service employees to rebuild the cabin. Local fishing outfitters used their jet boats to get the Forest Service employees and lumber down the river. It is a neat story of a community coming together and helping each other out. We were reminded of how generous and helpful the community on this river are nearly every day, whether it was from great beta, friendly conversation, sharing a campsite or beer and gifting food. We ate a bunch of fresh apples and collected a few for the days ahead, while trying to miss the mine fields of bear scat from all of the apples.

Aliza with her collection of apples for the next few days

As the sun started to dip fairly low we found a nice campsite on a sand bar and put up camp, only to find that during Lauras swim, all of her gear got wet. Thankfully, Idaho has very low humidity and there was a slight breeze. All of her things eventually dried out during the night and we stuffed her wet phone in a bag of cous cous, which dried it out over the rest of our trip. We ended the night with some beers, cous cous and pesto, which ended up being a bit of a gut bomb.

Woke up to patchy skies and intermittent spitting rain. We had a lovely breakfast of what we called “Trop Bre,” which was pearled cous cous, dried coconut milk, coconut flakes, coconut oil, dried fruit, nuts and some brown sugar. It ended up being pretty delicious and I think it may be a staple for winter camping trips in the future. The day started out with a few small rapids and a lot of stagnant water, and some paddling against the wind. We finally made it to our first III+ rapid, Black Creek Rapids. We pulled out and walked over to scout it. We were fairly silent for a second, it looked fairly frothy and the main channel looked as though it would push you up and over a rock, into a fairly large sized hole and the standing waves at the bottom looked like they would rock us. We stared at it for a little while and then looked across the river. There was a steep tongue that seemed fairly packraft friendly. Aliza volunteered to go down it first, the tongue was much steeper than anticipated and the water was bigger than we thought. Laura and I saw her enter the rapid and then her boat fly up in the air. She was fine and quickly recovered her own gear while swimming to shore. Aliza walked back up river to let us know that that was not the route of choice. Laura and I decided to try the main channel. We shot down it and it definitely felt as though we were going to get pushed right over the rock, but at the last minute we were pulled just right of the it and through the big standing waves.

We learned a very valuable lesson after that. Running with the main channel, in the biggest waves, when in bigger water and rivers is the way to go.  And we learned that scouting lines on the other side of a really wide river is very different than a smaller creek where you have a much closer vantage point. It turns out all of us have only really rafted on small creeks, so the larger river was a fun learning experience (this coming from the person who didn’t swim). The upside of Aliza’s swim is that she got to warm up in the hot springs just after Black Rock Rapids. Post soak we decided all water trips are required to have hot springs.

Barth Hotsprings

The rest of the day was a lot of flat water and a few really fun rapids. Towards the end of the day, we came around a corner and saw a couple camped on the beach with their two dogs. They ran down to their boat and started waving beers in the air; it was a pretty welcome sight as we had decided to bring limited booze. After talking to them for a little bit and pounding an adult beverage, we headed down river a little further to camp. We stopped at a camp spot, and glutinously decided that it was not good enough, so we headed down river a little further to Allison Ranch, which was supposed to be a bigger campsite. Unfortunately someone was already there and it was starting to get pretty late. If we were going to camp downstream we would have to raft through three more rapids. Thankfully, one of the people, Mike, came down and invited us to join their camp. After about 30 seconds of talking it over amongst ourselves we decided to join them. We found a spot to set up the tent that was out of their space and made spaghetti for dinner. Laura couldn’t find her spoon that evening and proceeded to whittle some sticks to make chopsticks. Laura is a chopstick pro; she ate cous cous, noodles, potatoes and soup with her chopsticks! We tried to dry out our gear under trees (as it was raining). I forgot again later that day to zip my zipper after relieving myself, only to soak myself later in the day, this lead to a nearly daily singing of “oops, I did it again,” I guess I am just a slow learner.

Dinner time

It rained all night, and we woke up to a light sprinkle. We downed some coffee and packed up. Mike and Lynn, the folks that invited us to stay at their campsite were packing up their raft as well. We chatted for a while about packrafts, the history of homesteaders along the river and the rapids to come. They had spent a lot of time on the Salmon River and we were really appreciative of all the beta they gave us. It was also very nice to hear that they thought Black Rock Rapids was probably the hardest thing we would be experiencing on the trip, even though there were rapids that were rated higher to come. We ended up floating with them most of the day, scouting and running Elkhorn and Mallard Rapids together.

Laura powering through Big Mallard Rapids

Learning from Black Rock Rapid, we faced the intimidating large waves, ran the main channels and had a blast! It was pretty cute seeing the two of them (Mike and Lynn) in the raft with the four dogs they had adopted over the years. One would sit on the bow of the boat, with another right behind it. Lynn would be sitting on a cooler with each of the pitbulls on either side of her. The cuteness was only compounded by the fact all the dogs were wearing PFDs! They had a nice system of pulling off to scout the larger rapids and having Lynn + dogs walk around them while Mike would run the rapid and pick them up at the bottom. That is a great thing about this river, all the rapids we ran were scoutable and portageable. We all stopped at Reho Wolfe’s homestead, picked some apples and wandered around. Mike, Lynn and puppies were going to camp near the homestead, so we said our goodbyes and headed down stream. Mike and Lynn gave us the inspiration for our team name, “The Rich Ladies.” The forest service permits ask what type of watercraft your group is using. Since packraft isn’t an option, we thought that inflatable kayak was the closest selection (we had no idea what an inflatable kayak was). Apparently an inflatable kayak is not at all similar to a packraft, so the permit ranger thought that we were paddling to Mackay Bar and then flying to the Middle Fork. When Mike and Lynn got their permit from the ranger station, they had been told we were the only other group heading out that day and assumed that we were a group of rich ladies. We thought this story was hilarious and talked about it probably 3 times a day. We cheered for The Rich Ladies at the end of every hard rapid.

Reho Wolfe’s Homestead

A few rapids later, we pulled up to five mile bar, a homestead with a museum and a small shop. After ringing a bell and cautiously saying “Hello?” we decided to not be invasive and wander through a stranger’s property. We walked back to our boats and started putting our gear back on. As we were about to take off, Barbara, one of the owners of the homestead waved us down and invited us in. She took us around the museum, which was full of guns, armor and old pictures of Buckskin Bill (he built the guns and armor) one including him with two playboy bunnies on each leg. Just to note, he was known as “the last of the mountain men”. Though, it turns out we were more interested in her beautiful garden. Laura has gotten pretty interested in permaculture and Aliza and I have been nerding out with our gardens as well. Barbara’s was huge and she had all of the things we could only dream of growing in AK. We asked if we could check her garden out, as it was pretty incredible. She told us about her processing of food and the different plants she was growing, and as a very kind parting gift she gave us some grapes and fresh veggies, tomatoes and basil, which were pretty amazing in dinner that night. We floated to the pack bridge and camped. It was earlier than we normally pulled out, but that gave us time to dry all of our clothes and gear with a fire.

Buckskin Bill’s Lookout

Delicious treats from Barbara

Drying Gear

Pre-dinner Apps with our ‘river bounty’

The beginning of the hike

Once again we woke up to rain, packed up our gear (Laura volunteered to take the poop bag) and headed out. We had to skirt around Mackay Ranch, as it is private property and when we asked if we could pay them to take trash out, they responded that they would not be interested and that we should stay off of their land. As we walked around their property, we lost the trail and proceeded to super soak our feet walking through wet grass and shrubs. We rounded the corner and walked up the South Fork of the Salmon, which looked like a beautiful river, I wish we had time to hike up it as well! After a mile or so, we started up the switch backs and lost count at 10, though there were a lot more than that. Once we were mostly done with the uphill, the clouds opened up and we saw that the snow line was fairly low (~7,000 ft). The dusting of snow became about 3-4 inches at 7,500ft and little did we know that our next two days would be spent in a white winter wonderland. Aliza and I were in ‘meditation mode’ when we heard deep sounds that slowly broke our concentration and silence. We looked up to see two people with a long line of pack horses, all of us startled by the other party. It was a hunting group from Mackay Ranch, they were surprised to see us and wished us well on our trip (but not before making a slightly judgmental comment about us wearing shorts in winter conditions) as we stepped aside and let them pass. Not long after, we arrived at their camp at Quartz Springs. We felt a little sheepish walking through their camp, but we needed water and that was the only way to get to the springs. No one was at the camp, but there was a nice fire going. We filled our water bottles and warmed up our feet by the fire. It took a lot of motivation to leave that warm fire, but eventually we got enough to hike on to Soldier Springs and camp there. After work hardening the snow for a tent spot we ate freeze dried lasagna and curled up, falling asleep to the sweet sound of large snowflakes landing on the tent.

Hiking up Horse Haven Ridge

Horse Haven Ridge

Hiking through old burns on Horse Haven Ridge

Alaska girl, happy to have snow instead of hot weather

Ridge Walking

A view of Chicken Peak in the distance

Erie walking through fog and old burn

Camp for the evening at Soldier Springs

Woke up to another inch or so of snow and some frozen running shoes, my favorite. After a quick pack up, we zoomed off, trying to thaw our running shoes with our feet. As we hiked the ridge to Chicken Peak, the snow progressively got deeper. We dropped our packs at the trail convergence and hiked up to Chicken Springs, which was mostly frozen and would have been hard to fill our water bottles at. We decided to gamble, and hope that Mosquito springs would be in better shape. Hiked up to the look out on Chicken Peak and got a little sucker hole, giving us a view of the surrounding ridges. We celebrated Laura’s highest peak by strutting our stuff, chicken style and headed back to our packs and out along Mosquito Ridge.

Hiking up to Chicken Peak

Old lookout on top of Chicken Peak

A summit celebration dance

Heading back to our packs

Mosquito Springs was in great shape. We filled up our water bottles and went back into meditation mode. Mosquito ridge was all above 8,000ft and frequently had around 8inches of snow to posthole through. Thankfully, a packhorse team had recently walked it and made trail finding much easier. We celebrated when we got to the highest spot, ate some food and headed down the switchbacks. Once we got to the 4WD trail, Laura’s feet were pretty toast and we decided to camp there and dry shoes/feet out. We camped next to some horses and mules, who ended up being fairly curious of us. Some were not tied up and would casually wander towards us to check us out. We celebrated that our hardest walking days were over with hot toddys that had Green Spot Whiskey, brown sugar, butter, and ginger-lemon tea. We had a big fire that dried out our socks and shoes and feasted on pad thai.

Coming down from Mosquito Ridge

Laura drying out her feet and socks while drinking a hot toddy. Our mule friend creeping in the back.

Arose to a hard frost, packed up and headed down to Smith Road. On our way we walked past an old mine. After a little bit of downhill, Laura decided that all of her toes needed to be taped, as well as other parts of her feet. While working on food care, two women walked up the trail and after talking a little while, we found out that one of them was a packrafter with beta on Big Creek! She told us to put in after Monument Bridge due to wood and low water, and that was some of the best advice we had gotten the whole trip! It made for a lot less himming and hawing. Went into meditation mode most of the day, taking little rests here and there to get the group back together again. Found a nice campsite just downriver of Monument Bridge and enjoyed a nice relaxing night. A hunter set up camp not too far away and checked in with us to see if we had any stock (he had mules). We chatted a little bit about our trip and then let him set up his camp before it got dark.

Laura taking care of her feet

Gnarly log jams on Big Creek

Aliza, cruising down Big Creek

Hot toddy making!

In the morning we got a slow start, since the sun didn’t hit camp until fairly late in the valley. Our neighbor came over to check out our boats and wish us luck on the creek, which was fairly low. He was also heading down Big Creek, to meet up with his wife who had a sheep tag and was flying in to an airstrip further down the creek (by this point we had decided to call him Russ, since we didn’t know his real name). Nearly half or more of the day was a lot of butt boating and searching for the channel. We would get a few pleasant surprises when the creek became more narrow. There was one rapid we decided to portage around. The consequences for eating it were likely a rock to the face or head, which seemed like a bad choice. The portage wasn’t too bad, but we did have some excitement as Aliza nearly stepped on a beaver that was hanging out under a rock in the river. Needless to say, they both scared the shit of each other. We also passed by Taylor Research Station and chatted with the family who lives there. I ended up chatting with their daughter who was adorable. She told me all about growing up there and where we should camp down stream… and to watch out for nice seats at campsites, they apparently frequently have fire ants, and you don’t want ants in your pants! As we passed the station, we saw deer and a great horned owl. Just past there we pulled off and camped. It turns out our hunting friend, “Russ” from earlier also camped there! We chatted with him later in the evening, met his wife and wished them well on their hike and hunt.

Packhorses and ‘Russ’ in the background while we take a butt-boating break

Neat cave overlooking Big Creek

Laura navigating boulders post-portage

Dawned our gear quickly and headed further down Boulder Creek. More of the same for a few miles, we got to “the gorge” and looked around for pictographs which folks had mentioned were in the area. We found them in a cool cave that had been scoured out by the river. A little after the gorge, the river became more steep and boulder. The last three plus miles were a fun read and run boulder luge. Boulder Creek would have been a little easier to run with a few more inches of water. We had a nice lunch at the confluence of the Middle Fork of the Salmon and headed down the Impassable Canyon. We stopped for a quick walk up to Veil Falls and then headed deeper into the canyon, with a few class II+ and III rapids before we got to our campsite. We went for a proper swim for the first time at our last camp. The weather wasn’t quite as warm as we had hoped for, so luxurious swims had not been a part of this trip.

‘The Gorge’

Laura navigating boulders

Confluence of Big Creek and Middle Fork of the Salmon

The Rich Girls

Veil Falls

The start of ‘The Impassible Canyon’

Last camp

Laura is a fan of morning time potatoes

Last day and biggest rapids ahead of us! We paddled down the canyon, scouting class III and above rapids, finding that they were all easier than expected. We had a little contemplation over Devils Tooth Rapid, but decided to go with the main flow, which was a great decision! The whole canyon was beautiful. Once at the confluence, we started to think about Cramer Creek Rapid, which the guidebook suggests that it would be the largest rapid we would be entering. We pulled out to scope it from the road. Aliza and Laura headed up to view the rapid from the road and I followed after a minute later. It was a pretty funny contrast to walk up on Laura and Aliza decked out in rafting gear just feet apart from five middle aged men in cowboy boots, hats and beer bellies who had pulled over to watch us go down the rapid. They cracked some beers and talked amongst themselves, never really acknowledging us. It was so strange after having interacting with so many nice and wonderful people over the course of nine days. After getting a little intimidated by spectators and our largest rapid, we jumped in and paddled like hell. The waves were big, but the rapid was a blast. We packed up and dried stuff out on the pullout while drinking a beer, and headed to Salmon for dinner, and then south to more Hotsprings.

Pictographs


Devils Tooth Rapid

Devils Tooth Rapid

Scouting so hard.

House of Rocks Rapid

The water lines and logs were a great indication of how much higher the river gets

The hotsprings were a relaxing stop after a long trip, minus the need to avoid eye contact among other things with a naked old man.

Happy feet

The next day we got a morning soak in and then headed back to the car and to Missoula for tasty food at Notorious BBQ (I had been dreaming about the burnt ends the whole trip!) and beers at K-house with Julia. It was a great stop on the way to to Coure d’ Alane where we had a delicious dinner and stayed with Abe parents, Jamie & Andy. We got some puppy snuggles and coffee in the morning and drove back to Seattle with enough time to have Laura show us her beautiful garden, unpack and re-pack and have a delicious dinner, courtesy of Laura’s husband, Shane. It was so nice to end such a great trip with delicious food and wonderful people.


If you are a person interested in stats. Here are some from our journey.

2894 miles of flying

734 miles of driving

94 miles of rafting

38 miles of hiking

 

 

Weekend hiking

Here are some pictures from a couple hikes this weekend.  Enjoy.

Ski trip from a few months back

Finally getting around to editing some photos.  Here are some from a weekend trip in the Chugach a couple months back.

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Nice view for dinner.

 

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E skinning on some grass.

 

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Alex dropping in.

 

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Rumble with Benign and Bellicose behind.

 

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E topping out on Peak-a-boo.

 

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Group summit party.

Scotland

Back in May, Erin and I went to Scotland with our mountain bikes in tow. Erin had been trying to get there for years to visit Dan and Noelle, and I had been dragging my feet. I didn’t really have much of a good reason for not wanting to go, and in the end I am very glad she convinced me to go.

After assessing the internet information about trails around Scotland, we decided that the we ought to bring the trail bikes along and do day riding rather than try to make a bikepacking trip out of it. This turned out to be a great choice. Most of the trails we rode were made much more enjoyable with a trail bike.

We arrived in Edinburgh after more than 24 hours of travel. After a day to sort ourselves out and get some sleep we picked up our conversion minivan and headed north.

We biked for 2 weeks, riding new trails everyday. We hit a weather window that was beyond awesome. For the first week the temps were in the 70s everyday and there was no rain.

Here are a bunch of photos, mostly of Erin riding her bike.

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