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GIRL POWER

So, Backcountry Ninjas, the t-shirt company we’ve been developing along the road- from Montana to Texas to California to, as of tonight, Seattle- FINALLY has some GIRL STUFF.

We are now selling women’s athletic shirts, women’s cut-off t-shirts and PURPLE RAIN ADVENTURE SKIRTS, hand-made by our friend and fellow thru-hiker, Purple Rain, right out of Portland, OR.

Pretty rad.

Purple Rain Adventure Skirts, field-tested and approved at Grand Canyon National Park.
Purple Rain Adventure Skirts, field-tested and approved at Grand Canyon National Park.

 

As always, Backcountry Ninjas is devoted to the enjoyment and stewardship of nature and all it has to offer.  For this reason we will always donate 7% of proceeds- 3% to each the Pacific Crest Trail Association and Appalachian Trail Conservancy, and 1% to a third, rotating charity, currently For Love Of Children.

We hope you are gearing up, wherever you are, for an awesome summer!  Keep on rocking in the tree world!
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Where We’ve Been: Eastern Sierra

Reunion: Kick Off, Joshua Tree, Cali-Trifecta

One year to the day since I started hiking the PCT and we’re back at the southern terminus.   With Hippie Long Stockings and Solstice, an unexpected replay of those first 20 miles.  Leaving after dark, we hike until 4 in the morning.  The night hike obscures time and fatigue and I grip my trekking poles hoping to keep my feet under me over the rocks and drops. With only a single beam of light to orient, the trail becomes tricky and two-dimensional so I fix my light on Hippie’s leopard-print spandex and try to keep pace with her steps and conversation.

Solstice, Hippie Long Stockings, Outburst.  Southern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail.  9PM, April 24, 2014.
Solstice, Hippie Long Stockings, Outburst. Southern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail. 9PM, April 24, 2014.

The Annual Day Zero Pacific Crest Trail Kick Off, ADZPCTKO,  takes on a different tone as an alumni.  No nerves, no need to rest up for what lies ahead.  It’s a reunion, and a year later we’ve got the experience, we know the beauty.  Now we know what they were all talking about last year.  And since we’ve proven ourselves to ourselves, we take on the job of  giving the pep-talks, the encouragement, the warnings.  All of us, reassembled a year later, have been changed.   It just shows how big this thing is.  It’s a game-changer.

After a couple days of celebrating the new hiking season, we somehow cram Coincidence, Hot Tub, and gear into Old Faithful and drive from Lake Morena to the Salton Sea.  The foul-smelling beach, a landscape of fish-bones and barnacles, salt-encrusted and rotten, crunches under our feet as we make our way to the lapping water.  Garbage everywhere, an unsprung-armchair resting at the water’s edge.

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30 Pack and Coincidence. Salton Sea, CA.

Water has come and gone from this place over hundreds of thousands of years. What we call the Salton Sea is the latest incarnation of this body of water, forming in 1905 when the Colorado river flooded the area.    Without an outflow, the salinity of the sea increases about 1% each year.  The land-locked sea briefly served as a luxurious oasis in the middle of the desert until salt levels reached a point causing the fish to dye.  The stench overwhelmed the glamour and drove away vacationers.

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Fishbone beach. Salton Sea, CA.

Take the 86 north, turn right on the 10, then left onto Cottonwood Springs Road.  South entrance to Joshua Tree National Park .  A construction crew repairs wreckage from the most recent flash flood.  After the sunset, the stars are amazing.  Always the first thing to hit me when we’ve escaped civilization.

Entering Joshua Tree National Park.
Entering Joshua Tree National Park.

Joshua Tree is the meeting place of the Colorado and Mojave deserts.  Ocotillo, Creosote Bush, Cholla Cactus. Fried Liver Wash.  White Tank Granite.   We hike up Ryan Mountain for a view of the Dr. Suess landscape. Joshua Trees with their hindu-god limbs scattered across the desert, flat aside from the sporadic, hill-sized rock piles.

Much of Joshua Tree is undeveloped.  There are only a few places to fill water and no other amenities.  The landscape is quiet and bizarre.

Sandblasted and ready for showers, we wind our way west and into the mountains to revisit Idyllwild, an evergreen oasis, perched at a mile high in the San Jacinto wilderness, PCT mile 179.  The little mountain town is welcoming and walkable, a perfect place for hikers.  We arrived last year, soaked and shivering from our first storm and took a zero day to recover and enjoy this mellow sliver of civilization.

Hike up the Deer Spring Trail to Strawberry Junction.  Soak in the evergreens mingling with blooming Manzanitas.  With trees of this magnitude comes shade and water and we lap it up.   Hot Tub and Coincidence hike ahead while 30 Pack and I dilly dally, just like old times. Neon sunset and thumbnail moon.

 

The wind picks up in the night but calms by sunrise.  My eyes first open to birds going crazy at first light and Hot Tub’s silhouette, the first to emerge from the cocoon.  I let myself drift in and out for a while and think, “Aaaaahhh, we’re back on trail.”

We climb San Jacinto Peak, second tallest in SoCal at 10,834 feet, that afternoon, passing PCTers periodically, looking adorably fresh and energetic. I can only imagine how fresh and energetic we seem in comparison. Camp at Round Valley amidst granite boulders.  On the hike back to Idyllwild we clamber around enormous trees fallen across the trail.  An agitated Timber Rattler lunges at 30 Pack, sends him flying off trail, the fall tearing up his arms and pants.

From the mountains to the beach.

We arrive at the ocean in San Clemente in time for sunset, the sun a slightly squashed apricot hovering above the waves. Gobs of seaweed drifting in on the waves, left sprawled like bodies in the sand. Surfer bodies out in the waves,  graceful and seal-like in their wetsuits, at home in the water.

We spend two nights at San Mateo Campground, just across the I-5 from town.  During the day we wander through town and watch surfers from the beach.  It’s got a Mediterranean spirit lodged in its terracotta roves, white-washed walls, occasional lemon tree.  We sit around the campfire at night and look up to a muted sky- not so many stars here, near the metropolis.   We make an after-dark trip to the shore along a dirt road, under a bridge, through a tunnel, onto a broad beach.  Run into the water and have your breath taken away by the crushing waves.

Desert, mountains, ocean. The Cali-trifecta.

 

Big Bend National Park, TX


Road to Big Bend
WAY DOWN SOUTH,  turn at the little town of Marathon Texas, onto a road stretching towards Mexico.  Lined by  the barbed wire fences and branded gates of ranches, the black strip of asphalt has one intention: Big Bend.  The subtle contours of Texas Hill Country, dotted with yucca blooms and tangled mesquite, are deceptive.  Follow the road through the park entrance and the land transforms; slopes and ridgelines grow into breathtaking mountains and cliffs, the expanse of blue sky above enhancing their majesty.

Chisos Mountains.  Big Bend, TX.
Chisos Mountains. Big Bend, TX.
Ghost Mountain, Old Faithful in the foreground.  Big Bend, TX.
Ghost Mountain, Big Bend National Park.   Old Faithful Subaru in the foreground.
Sierra de Santa Elena.  Big Bend, TX.
Sierra de Santa Elena spanning eastwards along the Rio Grande.

The desert is a place of such wonder.  Appearing unlivable, yet supporting an abundance of life that is so unique and perfected.  Not only existing but thriving, parched and scorched and wind-weathered.
We spent four nights in this spectacular place and left with scraped-up legs, sun-reddened faces and the regret of leaving so soon.

Weatehered wood, Chisos Mountains.
Weathered wood along the trail to Casa Grande, Chisos Mountains, Big Bend National Park.
Rio Grande floodplain, cracked and dry.  Big Bend, TX.
Rio Grande floodplain, cracked and dry.

Over a hundred million years ago it was all under water, a sea.  Two different seas, actually, that came and went, leaving layers of limestone and fossils. These layers were exposed by the same tectonic disruptions that formed my beloved Rockies.  The Mariscol Mountains in the south of Big Bend are the southernmost extension of the Rocky Mountain Range.

Wall of layered limestone.  Big Bend, TX.
Marine history revealed in a wall of layered limestone along the Rio Grande, Big Bend National Park.

The park’s high and low points have a difference of nearly 6,000 feet, reaching 7,825 ft. at the summit of Emory Peak, and dropping to 1,850 ft. at the Rio Grande Village.  The Chisos Mountains- rugged, reddish lava towers- are grouped in the park’s center.  Emory Peak stands the tallest of these formations, severe slopes uniting at a jagged summit.  Casa Grande, at 7,325 feet, acts as a formidable sentry, casting her shadow across the winding road leading to the Chisos Basin.

Casa Grande, Chisos Mountains.
Casa Grande in the sun.
View of Chisos Basin from summit of Emory Peak.  Big Bend, TX.
Summit of Emory Peak, looking northwards to Chisos Basin. Big Bend National Park.

Big Bend’s disparate elevation and dynamic geological history fosters a variety of ecosystems and tremendous diversity amongst the resident flora and fauna.  The park is a sanctuary for thousands of species, many of which are endemic and/or endangered.  Plants range from Juniper and Oak trees to more than sixty species of cacti, from delicate wildflowers to viciously-spiked-and-barbed everything else.  The animals include some 450 species of birds, of which we saw only a handful.  Though cougars, bears and other creatures inhabit the park, we saw only jackrabbits, sprinting and springing across the gravely hills, and heard the wailings of coyotes in the early morning hours.

FLORA

FAUNA

We find beauty within every inch of the natural landscape.  Patterns, spiraled, spotted, layered; textures, smooth, curved, rugged. They catch the eye in a way modern-day clean-cuts and white-washings cannot; they captivate the mind erasing the droning, buzzing, beeping world of walls in which we eat, sleep and work.

In nature, we awaken and play.

WHERE WE WALKED

The furious calm of the wild, so many sprouting, growing, blooming, dying, decaying things.  Effortless transitions between states of being, occurring and intermingling.  In every death there is life.

This entry is in memory of my late Aunt Deb.  A woman unafraid to be smart, to be beautiful, to stand tall.

I wish you peace.

Meeting at Mt. Hood.  Darrell and Deb brought in the resupply.  A beautiful day together.
Meeting at Mt. Hood, September 12, 2013. Darrell and Deb brought in the resupply. A beautiful day together.

Thanks to the National Park Service Webpage for helping me with those finer details.  

A month on the road

We made it!  From Montana to the Gulf of Mexico, how sweet it is!  Here is a jumbled look at the last few weeks as we’ve roamed the giant state of Texas.  We’ve been so lucky to see all these beautiful things, even more so to visit so many good friends along the way.  It seems that everywhere we’ve been, we are met with open arms.

Now, onward to Big Bend National Park!  Yeeehaw!