Monthly Archives: August 2011

That Wot I Like About Backpacking

That Wot I Like About Backpacking

1. ranger station where we picked up our permit, 2. Me – Trailhead pic, 3. trees and the ridge beyond, 4. Erin and Sadie walk ahead, 5. pink flower, 6. lily by the lake at lunch, 7. sunset glow behind burnt pines, 8. golden hour on the campsite, 9. me, 10. sunset sky, 11. my feet in the cold creek, 12. me again, 13. silhouette sunset, 14. just add water vegetarian dinner, 15. ., 16. pink pink pink, 17. ridge behind our campsite, 18. me with more flowers, 19. Cherry Creek 2, 20. Gem Lake, 21. me at Gem Lake, 22. organized mess (also: most of REI), 23. lily (my best flower macro of the trip), 24. Gem Lake, 25. Gem Lake Sunset, 26. sun flare over grouse lake, 27. dog tired dog, 28. Grouse Lake with Lily Pads, 29. all of the salty hair, 30. dusty boots and legs, 31. more Gem Lake, 32. Top of the spur trail – all downhill to the car from here!

This past weekend I spent two nights and three days hiking in the Emigrant Wilderness. These are some of things that I love about backpacking:

  • being somewhere far away and having only my own feet to rely on to get me home
  • being surrounded by constant, spectacular, breathtaking beauty
  • having everything for several days I need tucked into a little 65L backpack
  • not caring about dirt under my fingernails
  • the steady, aerobic pace and pushing through exhaustion
  • breezes while on hot, exposed uphills
  • shade, any time
  • having complete confidence in my body’s ability to keep me upright and moving forward (our bodies are so amazing)
  • pushing hard up hills and picking up the pace on level terrain
  • taking a breather at the top of a climb
  • jumping in a beautiful lake edged by lily pads
  • evening light filtering through the trees, casting gold onto lupine and daisies
  • thinking about glaciers carving their way through the canyons
  • old, gnarly trees
  • a marmot
  • sunsets that last a long long time, purple, pink, gold, orange.
  • soaking my feet in a cold creek or lake
  • beauty, so much beauty

a walk up Palmetto

a walk up Palmetto

I went for a walk up to the bluff beach. I’m sure it has a real name, but all I know is that it’s the bluff south of Muscle Rock. There’s hardly ever anyone there. Sometimes there’s one other person walking their dog or a guy with a remote control dune buggy. I like the solitude of it because then I can rock out to my iPod without thinking about someone watching me (even though every time I see someone rocking out to an iPod it makes me smile). The bluff is about 40 feet high, so you can’t reach the water from this location, but the view is pretty amazing.

This old Dodge was park and dusty. I bet it has had many adventures.

 Sometimes I forget how pretty it is where I live, a place where I can see views of the Pacific without even trying.

Today there was a display of farewell. I thought maybe his ashes got sent into sea from here, taken by the wind, floating along with the brown pelicans on the thermals, falling into the waves below. I think ashes to the sea is a graceful way to go.

Based on the pictures that were placed so carefully in the piles of flowers, it was a teenager. His friends left pictures of their good times together. It all at once made me sad and thankful for this little time we have on the planet.

Sadie is always happy to reach the sand. She sprints down the hill.

I’m always happy to see flowers. Those golden ones above made me smile, as did the purple and yellow lupine.

This is sand verbena, I think. I took an ecology in college and my favorite part of the course was the unit on coastal ecology: dune development and the roles that different plants play in establishing dunes. I love how this plant has long leaders that it uses to hopscotch its way down the hill, rooting itself in tumbling leaps.

See how the wind made ripples in the sand?

That’s the Pacifica Pier down there. The water and sky were all sorts of beautiful blues today.

There were a few big brown pelicans. I’ve almost come to expect them. I love how huge they are, how prehistoric, how they glide so effortlessly along the coast, solo, in pairs, in a flock of five. I rather love the ocean.

I took some video too and put it together with some of these pics and the song Lookin’ Good by Say Hi:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0Cyv6m0dNc