White Rim

For those who missed the 2010 version of my Rim Trail ride, here is the low-down on what, where, who and when. The White Rim Trail is a 100 mile four-wheel drive road in Canyonlands National Park just west of Moab, Utah. Here’s the link for more detail. White Rim

In order to “ride” the White Rim Trail, you need to get a camping and travel permit. It is very much like a river permit. You enter a lottery and if you win the lottery you get to take 15 people on the selected date. Our trip was a supported trip where we took two trucks to carry our gear and mostly water. 100 gallons of water is what we took along. Not to mention five coolers loaded with ice and food. For those of you who have been on a Grand Canyon river trip or actually any multi-day river trip it is very much the same with all the conveniences being carried along with you.

As you can see we set up a pretty elaborate kitchen, thanks to Marti from Carbondale. He has most complete Galley set up of any river outfitter that I have seen. We are even able to pull out a condensed version of the kitchen for lunch stops including umbrellas.

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The campsites are about 20-25 miles apart. And there’s only two or three campsites at each of those locations. So you do not see too many other travelers or cyclist along the way. Needless to say, this is the desert at it’s most beautiful and serene state. Various red and colored sandstone geological features give stark contrast with the deep blue sky. Because it’s so dry and arid, there aren’t very many insects or animals, so it’s possible to sleep out under the stars without a tent.

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The ride is easier than it looks, since the daily mileage is only about 20+ miles with frequent stops to admire the vistas, rock scapes and distant river valleys. This region is actually the Island in the Sky because both the Green River and the Colorado River converge close by. We were able to swim in both rivers for a welcome treat. A mountain bike with very low gearing is a requirement to climb all the hills and their wide tires are the only way to get thru the frequent sand pits.

Best of all are the people along for the ride. This group has been guiding and running rivers for almost 40 years and it’s a treat to hear the stories and adventures they’ve experienced. I’m lucky to have caught up with my long ago friend who’s invited me along on these last two times.

Wednesday Hikes in Switzerland

Stanna is off with her Wednesday hiking friends for a little longer and farther afield hike in Switzerland.  One of the group spent 20 or so years in Switzerland raising her family there and asked if the group might like a change of venue from the normal Wednesdays.  So some of them have headed to the Bernese Oberland, where I spent many years hiking in the 70’s.

Not sure how much updating I’ll be able to post, since I’ll be on the White Rim Trail in Moab by the weekend for most of the week.  She’ll finish her European adventure with a solo side trip to Rome, where she’s never visited and catch up on what it has to offer.

Lost Lake

Took a spontaneous 3-day backpacking trip up into the high country “just because”.  Because I had 3 days un-scheduled, because I had ultra-lite ideas and gear I wanted to test, because bicycling will take up most of September, because I could talk friend Mike and his dog Ryler into it and I hadn’t been hiking (in the San Juan’s) in several weeks.

We threw a dart at the local map of the high country and chose Highland Mary Lakes as a starting destination with all that country above tree level (11,400′) to wander around.  The trailhead is just north of Silverton off the Stony Pass road and just west of the Continental Divide.  The area we planned to hike is almost at the junction of the Colorado Trail and the Continental Divide trails in the Weminuche Wilderness.  Stanna actually took her Wednesday hiking group up to the Highland Mary Lakes for a day-hike in June.

I keep paring down my weight on the ultra-lite gear list and this time wanted to see what camping above timberline with a sub-10-pound base weight would feel like.  I’d read about a better layering system that would eliminate a fleece jacket by just including a wind shirt (savings of 6 ounces and considerable space), leaving home a ground cloth (5 oz), and switching to some cuban fiber stuff sacks (4 oz).  I figured temps would be below 40° so I wanted to test if I’d be warm enough in my 18-oz sleeping bag as well.  Ended up having ice on our gear in the mornings and hail during the afternoons and nights.  With a silk liner in my sleeping bag I never realized it was below 32°.  If I’d leave home the electronics – Spot Locator 4.2 oz and separate GPS 6.5 oz and a head lamp 3.25 oz – I could get down below 9 pounds.  I actually think I can break that by trimming all my small essentials an ounce each and still be able to carry the Spot.

Mike’s pack was considerably heavier, but he’s training for a 50-pound load into the Grand Canyon on some volunteer trail and weed-eradication work next month.  Slowly Mike is getting down below 20-pounds base weight when not testing for volunteer work.  Amazingly, out of the 12 or more backpackers we saw going up the trail for Labor Day weekend (as we came out), none was less than 35 pounds and probably most above 40.

For the San Juan’s in Monsoon Season the weather was almost perfect.  You can always count on afternoon showers and thunderstorms with mostly clear skies by late afternoon or evenings.  First night with the Blue Moon was spectacular, not a cloud in the sky, nor a breathe of wind, nor a sound.  You could almost read by the light.  Second night had a few showers pass over, one of which was heavy and the tent worked great even without a ground cloth.

Second day we explored the shortcut to Lost Lake and found that there’s now a decent trail cut across a talus slope down to the lake.  Camp there was excellent, save a solo neighbor who thought since he got to the lake first it should be his private camp only.  A rare request in either of our life-times of camping experiences.  We stayed and enjoyed the lake despite his attitude and shot of anger.  It was pretty weird when he marched over just before diner time and cooked his fish in our fire ring which he claimed was his kitchen (located one hill and 150 yards from his tent).  Fortunately that was during a light shower and we’d taken to our tents for shelter and a subsequent laugh out loud.

We didn’t manage a lot of miles, covering only 10 miles in 3 days with our packs.  But we probably hiked another 3 or 4 just wandering around our camps exploring and taking in the vistas, lakes and waterfalls.  Wish you’d join us for some of San Juan hiking experiences.  We’ve got enough gear to outfit at least two of you.  Here’s an ariel view of day two hike above timberline.