I really didn’t think I’d ever do it.
Day hikes? Yes, please.
But… carrying all that extra stuff on my back and cuh-cuh-cuh-camping out? Over
night? With no shower at the end of a long hiking day? And having to… you know… in the woods?
I don’t think so.
Say hello to our backwoods poop kit. 1. Dig a hole at least 6″ deep. (That’s dirt on the trowel, y’all. Just dirt.) 2. Poop in it. 3. Use TP/wipes as needed. 4. Bury the human waste and biodegradable paper products. 5. Bag any non-biodegradable paper waste and carry it out. 6. Use hand sanitizer.
Backpacking has always been
Tim’s thing. He’s been sending himself on long-distance walkabouts almost every year since he retired from the Navy in 2013, starting with a 3-month trip on the Pacific Crest Trail. He’s also done the entire John Muir Trail, parts of the Appalachian Trail, and a Grand Canyon down-n-up, among others.
I’ve always been the support person for these adventures, providing drop-offs and pick-ups at trail heads, mailing supply packages, and taking care of all the other things that need to happen when one’s spouse is temporarily living off the grid.
What made me change my mind? A combination of three things.
Being in Washington for an extended period of time, with access to fantastic trails in both the Cascades and Olympics, during prime hiking season;
Realizing that other than a proper pack for me, we had enough gear & supplies needed to outfit both of us safely; and
Reminding myself yet again that life is short, so maybe I should fix my pony tail, set my squeamies aside, and find out what I’ve been missing.
This. This would be one of the things I’d been missing.
So we bought me a
big-girl pack, and we planned our first excursion: 3 days, 2 nights, about 27 trail miles.
Come along with us. The
We started there at the red pin, Tipsoo Lake, on August 6. Thought you might like to see a map that shows where we were in relation to someplace you might recognize. Like Seattle.
Day 1 (orange): Parked at Tipsoo Lake (A) and camped for the night at Sheep Lake (B) Day 2 (pink): Pacific Crest Trail to camp at Basin Lake (C) Day 3 (green): Basin Lake alllll the way back to our Point A Mileage by map: 23.4 Mileage by tracking app: 29.1. Average of the two: 26.2 (Can I count this as my first marathon?)
Our home for the first night: Sheep Lake Popular place. We were definitely not alone. Lots of other campers, due to the fairly easy 2-mile hike from a main road.
We arrived mid-afternoon, and refilled our water containers from the stream that feeds the lake. This is my “dirty bag” for collecting water, which I then filtered into…
This! Delicious, cold, fresh and safe
That stream made for a good tootsie soak too, but only for a few seconds at a time. Icy!
One-pot dinner, served in…
… multi-use cup. After a few minutes standing in hot water, that formerly dehydrated chicken breast looked and tasted like… dry chicken.
Home sweet tent. It’s model name is Hubba Hubba, and we have made all the jokes.
Zipped in and ready for bed, yes, while it was still light out. That 40-degree rated mummy bag? Nope. I got cold, even wearing jammies, and temps probably hovered around the mid-50’s. We have since replaced it with a warmer bag.
Let’s start Day 2:
The best part of waking up is not exactly instant coffee in your cup (which is also used to hold your oatmeal, sports drink, rehydrated dinner, etc.), but it’ll do for the short term.
We trekked northward…
… and Mount Rainier watched over us.
That which we worship protects us …
… but we can’t always protect that which we worship. This was our first evidence of recent forest fires.
Our first view of our home for Night 2: Basin Lake We arrived at about 2:30 p.m., and had the entire basin to ourselves. There may or may not have been afternoon skinny dipping, and we didn’t even encounter anyone coming in as we climbed out the next morning!
Home sweet tent, this time with the rain fly added for warmth. I missed seeing the stars through our roof, but I slept far more comfortably than I had the night before.
OK, put your boots & pack back on, and pick up your poles for Day 3:
We found our way through this haunting scenery. Following the trail was difficult, with fallen trees and ash obscuring the route in places.
Found later on a live, still standing tree: one very old trail marker!
I took this screen cap at what might have been the highest elevation point on our trip. Based on topographical maps, we probably hit about 6500.
Wanna watch how slowly I hike? Sometimes I cover a whopping 2 miles per hour. Oh, and you can probably tell I didn’t know Tim was taking
We made it back to our RV park by late afternoon for long, hot showers. Look at my dirty pants! And herein lies a shopping lesson. These are boys’ REI brand mountaineering pants, priced at $39.95. Comparable pants in women’s sizes started at $64.50. The boys’ version fit me perfectly, and my psychological barrier to purchasing clothing marked XL instead of S was completely obliterated by my excitement over the money I’d saved!
And then we went out for a big, calorie-laden, non-dehydrated dinner, and I ordered a wild boar sandwich for the express purpose of being able to post, “I was so hungry, I ate a boar.” And that is when karma made its move against my sense of hubris. The boar attacked within about an hour, and I spent the next 2 days battling and recovering from food poisoning. That sandwich was the one and only item I took in that day that Tim didn’t, so we’re sure it’s the culprit. Message received. And no boar for me again, ever. Even pork is gonna be an issue for a while.
The illness was unfortunate, and I wish — really wish — it hadn’t happened, but it did not ruin backpacking for me. I’m ready for more of this.
Descriptions of our other two Washington backpacking adventures:
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