Oregon Desert Trail (2nd Section – Water Alternate): ​Day 3 -11.5 miles (28.3 miles total)

I was so tired but barely slept at all. When I went to bed there was a frog croaking, and he sounded like he was in my ear. What does he have to croak about? He kept on about something most of the night, and the last time I looked in my watch it was well after midnight.

So when I woke up I was tired but I had hope that today the going would be a little bit easier than yesterday. I packed up my boat and planned on a full day of hiking. I made good time this morning (Averaging  about a mile and a half an hour). The canyon seems to get more interesting the further I went, but the water for some reason started disappearing for long periods of time. I’ve only been carrying a small bit of water because I can grab it whenever I need it, but then I found I was needing it and there wasn’t any.

Lots of big boulder gardens to pick my way around and I still needed to pay attention to every step. I did take one small fall this morning but it was minor.

At lunch I went for a swim in a deep water hole and was surprised to see large fish. I picked my way over the boulders and finally when I got to Toppin Creek it felt like I was making progress. I only have a few more miles to get to Five Bar where i join the main river…and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to float. If not I’m hoping at 3 Forks to be packrafting the rest of the way.

Swimming hole!

Holy boulders.

Just before I made camp, I looked up the cliffside and saw two big horn sheep! So spectacular! The canyon just keeps getting better.

Oregon Desert Trail (2nd Section – Water Alternate): Day 2 – 7.5 miles (17 miles total)

12 hours to go 7.5 miles? I knew the going would be tough, but holy cow!

Soon after I started hiking I came to some huge boulders choking the creek. Climbing up I saw my options were to swim the deep pool on the other side, or blow up my boat! I opted for the boat, and used my throw bag to lower the boat into the water, then lowered myself down.

Bring out the boat!

Since I had already spent the time to transition to the packraft, I wanted to try and use it…so for most of the day I pool hopped down the creek. I probably could have made better time with my pack on, but there would have been significant swimming, so I was good with my choice.

The going was slow though. Each time a pool would end I would heft the boat (all my gear is stored inside the boat) onto one shoulder and often have to push my way through thick willows and thorny bushes. I was crossing my fingers that I wouldn’t pop my boat, and seemed to do ok.

It was exhausting. The load was extremely heavy on my shoulders and they ached terribly after a few hours. I was being very intentional with each step because I am extremely remote out here. Lots to pay attention to…but I missed something. I had my gopro out in the late afternoon, and when I took a break and decided to put the boat away and hike again, I realized it was gone. I could have sworn I put it away, but it wasn’t in my day bag. Shoot! I left my gear and hiked back a bit, but didn’t find it. I hope one of the next hikers down here finds it!!!

It was a good call to put the boat away, because soon after I started again there were HUGE boulders to climb up and around. Think Mooshic notch on the AT.

I inched along and had to go for a swim…up to my neck!

I stopped at a gravel bar for camp. I was starving, soaking wet, and Soooo tired.

Oregon Desert Trail (2nd Section – Water Alternate): ​Day 1 – 9.5 miles 

I woke up early to meet Mike, one of my colleagues at ONDA, to drive out to Burns, where I would then meet Julie, a former ONDA board member and desert guru, who would then take me to McDermitt where I would meet Ken, the owner of the market there, who would take me to Anderson Crossing where I had started my trip last time. Logistics of getting around to these remote areas of the Oregon desert can be  complicated. 

All was going well until I got to McDermitt to find Ken had to make a last minute trip to Boise due to some broken equipment, and he thought i was going next week! It was only a minute before Julie offered to drive me to Anderson Crossing. She had a small car, but has lived long enough in the desert to know to put heavy duty tires on the car…and even though the car would be scraping bottom in places, she was gracious enough to make the trip.

I’m glad she did, I had a great time getting to know her and learning about her years living in the high desert. I definitely owe her dinner sometime soon!

Julie saves the day!

It was the hottest part of the day when I got started. Instead of dropping down into the canyon at first, I opted to check out an alternate entry 9 miles further down stream. I had heard the first miles of the little west Owyhee (Louse Canyon ) were a very brushy bushwack, and I had a data point from a spot someone entered the canyon a few years ago. 9 miles of hiking on old roads put me in 13.5 river miles from Anderson Crossing. It was hot, but there was a decent breeze. My pack was massive with all my boating stuff, 7 days of food and things like wag bags I usually don’t carry (no pooping in the canyon! Pack it out!

Oofta. That’s heavy.

I hope to float more than pack, but we’ll see. I dropped down at Flag crossing, but took my time picking my way down the boulders…on high alert for rattlesnakes and ankle twisting rocks. The extra weight makes everything take a little longer, so I was more realistic in my mileage on this trip. I will be lucky to average 10-13 miles a day in the canyon either walking along the water or paddling.

That’s my Little West Owyhee!

The heat had gotten to me, and even though I was drinking water and eating snacks, I felt a little out of sorts in the canyon bottom. I took some time to lay back and rest, and finally decided to just call it a day. It wasn’t even 6, but I’m trying to learn from my last ODT section hike and not try to do too much at the beginning. I have an open ended finish date this time, and can even take more than 7 days for this first stretch if I need to. I’ve tried to think of all the senarios of what I would encounter down here, and having flexibility is definitely a major factor in a successful trip out here.

It’s already a beautiful deep canyon. The water is shin deep so far and fairly stagnant. Lots of cow poop and willows too. I’m not expecting to be able to boat for a few days, so will be picking my way down stream. I’m stoked to finally be here!

Prep

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Woke up early this morning to see Christof start his ultra run of the Oregon Desert Trail. It will be fun to follow his track over the next few weeks. I may even see him in the Owyhee when I’m out there not running 40+ miles a day.

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Hmmm, my gear pile seems to be getting big. Hiking and packrafting adds up.

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It doesn’t help that I’m carrying 7 days of food to start.

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Ooofta.

Gear on the Oregon Desert Trail

I just updated my gear list for what I have been and will be using on the Oregon Desert Trail this year. I’ve copied it below for your convenience! My next section will include mostly packrafting, so I’ll be using specific boating gear. I’m still working out my system, but I’ll share that info soon. It will add quite a bit of weight: packraft, frame pack (Six Moon Designs Flex Pack), helmet, paddle, PFD, throw bag, dry bags, water shoes; but once I’m floating the weight won’t be on my back, unless portaging…or “packing” the packraft. I’ll also be hiking some side canyons and exploring more ways for hikers to hike from rim to river.

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Hike in, boat out!

Did you know I have a packrafting blog too? Kirk and I have loved being able to hike into places to boat, and I’m really excited that the Oregon Desert Trail has so much boating potential in the Owyhee Canyonlands.

I’ll get more photos up from my 250 mile section of the Oregon Desert Trail soon, but until then see them on Flickr.

2016 Oregon Desert Trail Gear

Item Specific Item Weight
Backpack Six Moon Designs Fusion 50 2015 49 oz
Six Moon Designs Flex Pack (for packrafting) 51 oz
Sleeping Pad Gossamer Gear Air Beam 3/4 Wide (Air Beam is not available anymore) 11.7 oz
Sleeping Bag Western Mountaineering Ultralight 29 oz
Ground Cloth Tyvek 5 oz
Shelter Six Moon Designs Deschutes Cuben Fiber 7 oz
Stakes TOAKS Titanium stakes x6 1.3 oz
Poles Black Diamond Z-Poles 17 oz
Cook Pot TOAKS Titanium 1100ml Pot 4 oz
Spoon Oboz plastic spoon/spork 1 oz
Stove TOAKS Titanium Backpacking Wood Burning Stove 7.9 oz
French Press I bought at REI 10 years ago, I use plastic inner cup
Water Containers Platypus Hoser 1.8 liter 3.4 oz
Vapur 1 Liter Bottle 1.4 oz
Water Filter Sawyer Mini 2 oz
Water treatment eye dropper of bleach
Camera/Phone Galaxy S5 5.1 oz
Lifeproof Case 1.6 oz
External Battery Anker 2nd Gen Astro E5 10.9 oz
Headphones Generic
USB charger & 2 charging cords Verizon 7 oz
GPS/Beacon DeLorum InReach 7 oz
Umbrella Six Moon Designs Silver Shadow 8 oz
Headlamp Petzel Tikka RZP Rechargable Headlamp 4 oz
Stuff Sacks OR UltraLight Dry Sack 1.6 oz
Six Moon Designs cuben stuff sack
Knife Gerber US1 1 oz
Bag Liner Trash compactor bag
Jacket Montbell Alpine Light Down Parka 11.8 oz
Patagonia Hoodini 4.3 oz
Outdoor Research Helium II 5.5 oz
hat Hikertrash trucker hat 2 oz
Outdoor Research Pinball Hat 2.7 oz
First Aid Misc
Long sleeve shirt REI polertec zip sunshirt (old!)
Tank top thrift shop tank
Skirt Purple Rain Skirt
Long johns Outdoor Research Essence Tights 5.2 oz
Socks X3 pairs Point6 merino socks
Shoes Oboz Luna 12.6 oz
Chaco Z2 Sandals
Gortex Socks Cabellas brand
Rain skirt trash compactor bag
Mittens Gordini Stash Lite Touch Mitt
shorts spandex shorts (chaffing protection!)
Gaiters OR Gortex Gaiters 10.2 oz

 

Oh, and I shared my thoughts on why hiking with chocolate is important. Salazon Chocolate was one of my sponsors last year and their organic dark chocolate with sea salt was delicious! AND they support the triple crown trails. AWESOME company.

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My parents and chocolate on the CDT last year. Great combo!

Lessons Learned from a CDT Thru-Hike

I wrote an article on my CDT thru-hike last year that was published in the current issue of Passages, the CDTC’s newsletter. Click on the image to read the whole magazine.

CDTC article

Lessons Learned from a CDT Thru-Hike

“If the Pacific Crest Trail is a purring kitten, then the Appalachian Trail is an angry house cat that still has its claws, and the Continental Divide Trail is a mountain lion about to take your face off with one wrong move.” – Day 3 on the CDT

Thru-hiking the Continental Divide Trail (CDT) has always been a difficult endeavor. Yes, the trail isn’t complete and crosses terrain that is strenuous and/or paved. Yes, the weather can throw down the gauntlet, and the isolation and remote conditions can gnaw into the psyche of even the most stalwart of hikers. But the reward for pushing through all the snow and rain and loneliness is well worth it. For me the challenge of completing a CDT thru-hike was so much bigger than merely walking across the country.

My 2015 thru-hike came many years after my other long trail adventures: it had been 13 years since completing the Appalachian Trail, and 9 years since finishing the Pacific Crest Trail. Prior to setting foot on the CDT this past April, I’ll be the first to admit I had doubts. Could my almost 40 year old body handle the miles? Could I spend the whole hike solo if I didn’t find others to hike with? Could I handle the harsh conditions that are often found on the Divide?

Now that I’m at the reflection stage of the hike I know the answers, and after reading back through my daily journal I am able to look back at a few things I learned, or was reminded of, along the way.

It’s ok to be Uncomfortable

“I was going to town! Now I know I just left Pie Town, but there are towns where you have to wash your hair in a trickle of warm water with dish soap, and there are towns with hotel hot tubs, Denny’s restaurants, and just about any kind of fried food imaginable.” – Day 24

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I knew going into the hike that big goals like walking across the country can be scary, and putting yourself in uncomfortable situations is a great way to grow. The CDT is definitely scary and uncomfortable, but I knew that by trusting in my abilities that I could handle what the trail could serve up and possibly learn a thing or two.

I had moments on the trail where I knew for a fact that there were no other thru-hikers within a few days ahead or behind me. The isolation is real, and at times I was nervous about the implications of needing help in such situations. So I would dig deep, remind myself this level of solitude is quite unique in our connected/populated world, and try to revel in the freedom of hiking alone…sometimes.

Getting grumpy when you are hiking by yourself really doesn’t mean much. If you have no one to complain to, what’s the point? This is the second day in a row that I haven’t seen anyone, and all I wanted to do was bitch about the wind and terrain (yes the same terrain I loved this morning).”

I had to be my own cheerleader and companion, and trust myself to make the right decisions. Sometimes that meant going low, bypassing a summit, or carrying extra water. It usually came down to making safe, smart decisions.

Oh yes, being uncomfortable can also mean the simplest pleasures are magnified. The suffering was expected and highlighted every small pleasure to an excruciating degree. Being dry was a luxury. Warm? Even better. Food took on a mythical status and prior to getting to each town stop I would daydream about what I would stuff in my face.”

Self Reliance leads to Flexibility

I’m just going to go ahead and not worry about it.” – Words of wisdom from fellow thru-hiker Pimp Limp

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I was prepared to be make decisions on the ground. A lot of the CDT is an unknown until you are in the middle of freaking nowhere and need to decide how to get up that mountain without hurting yourself. I liked to call the CDT the PhD of hiking trails because often I had to draw on other hiking/backcountry experiences to make the right decisions. That came in the form of very little advance planning.

The CDT is a trail with hundreds of alternates, I knew trying to decide which routes to take as I was packing my boxes and splitting up my maps would be next to impossible. Instead I sent myself all the materials I would need to make those decisions on the ground and let the trail and weather and my body decided which way I would go. And I knew I could trust myself to make those decisions because I had spent most of my adult life in outdoor/backcountry environment. I could draw on those experiences.

Here’s a journal excerpt from one particular day that I couldn’t plan for after burning myself in a stove accident: As with my lost sunglasses, burned up thermarest, patched but trashy repair jobs on my tarp and down jacket, burned tyvek, broken watch, and lost handkerchief, I swear I thought it was a decent day. Oh and I shouldn’t forget needing to keep the blisters on my fingers, hands, and arms clean and uninfected.” For all intents and purposes it was a disaster of a day, even though I didn’t realize it until my end-of-the-day tally. But instead of throwing in the towel and hiking out on the nearest road, I patched what I could, cleaned the blisters best I knew how, evaluated my health and safety of continuing to hike to the next town, and just did it.

Snow and storms were a major stressor this year, but again, having backcountry shoulder season and winter experience came in handy when I had to deal with the wettest spring New Mexico, Colorado, and Wyoming had on record. I was prepared; my gear was prepared. Gortex socks, gaiters, and pants came in handy in Colorado. Rain mittens, extra trash bags, and an umbrella helped keep me dry in the storms, and shoe bindings on touring skis kept me on top of the snow instead of slogging through it. If you think you might encounter snow on your hike, go hike in the snow. If you are worried about staying dry in a rainstorm, go hike in a rain storm. I believe having faced these conditions before gave me an advantage, especially when faced with how to keep myself safe out there as a solo hiker. It’s not really an option to go in unprepared when the stakes are as high as they can be on the CDT.

This is my Vacation

Two weeks on the trail, 200 miles, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else. Sleeping when the sun goes down, waking just before the day begins…it’s as if I’ve been transported to an alternate universe where time takes on a different pace. Two weeks back in Bend pass quickly…the routine of the everyday has certain qualities that are blissfully absent out here. No bills to pay, no obligations other than to my feet and stomach. I’ve already lived a lifetime in these two weeks, and the prospect of 4-5 more months of this is pretty exhilarating.” – After a soak in the Gila Hotsprings, NM

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At the heart of my 160 days on the CDT was the fact that this was my vacation. It had been years since I had taken any real time off of my job; I was working a desk-bound, weekend warrior existence, and come rain or snow, I was determined to enjoy my thru-hike.

How an experience is framed can mean all the difference. Yes, completing the CDT this year would mean earning my triple crown. Competing the CDT would mean I can hike through challenging conditions, but really, hiking the CDT meant I could do what I enjoy doing more than almost anything: backpacking long distances in the backcountry.

Having that as my main goal changed the way I hiked. I enjoyed getting to camp early and reading. I took lots of zeros and neros because I wanted to. I connected with friends I hadn’t seen in years, and took the time to meet new people and make new friends. I carried a french press coffee mug because I wanted to enjoy a great cup of hot coffee in the mornings, and slept on an inflatable pillow because I could. Why not? It’s my vacation!

Put one Step in Front of the Other

“One step at a time.” – repeated over and over and over on my approach to the 14er Grays Peak, CO

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Due to the various challenges I would face (sometimes daily, sometimes hourly, sometimes even by the minute) I found it essential to focus on one step at a time. I had to be completely present in those times, or would risk missing an important turn, falling off a mountain, or getting swept away in a river. Each step needed to be intentional.

During my second week on the trail I received this message loud and clear. Navigating what might have been my 60th river crossing of the day in the Gila River, I found myself in a foul mood. I had wet feet with the promise of continued wet feet. I started to wish I was out of the river canyon and walking on dry ground when Woosh! I slipped and fell in the river. Yes, I was crossing a slippery, mossy rock shelf, but instead of paying attention to my footing, I was dreaming of walking on dry ground until the Gila slapped me in the face. It was a very clear message: “Pay attention.”

When I was picking my way across the knife’s edge between Edwards Mountain and Gray’s Peak in Colorado I simply couldn’t let my mind wander. The ridge was so steep and the consequences of one wrong step so severe, I had to be 100% present. In fact I even muttered the mantra, “One step at a time,” to keep myself calm and on track.

Each day required focus, and this little tidbit from my journal speaks to that: The consequences are immense with one mistake out here, I’m confident in my abilities, but I’ve never been on a trail with this many challenges. Today, the wind.”

What is in my Control?

I had several plans for the day and my plans had plans. But really who can plan on the CDT? What I had for the day were vague ideas of what I would do if certain conditions existed…and back up ideas. Plans on the CDT are for suckers.” – On whether I would continue skiing the divide to Spring Creek Pass

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I am normally not an anxious person, but at times had a lot of anxiety on the trail and had to find a way to deal with it. Much of the stress came in the form of how to properly deal with sketchy conditions.

In mid July I was racing across a 10 mile section of above-treeline trail towards Berthoud Pass as storm clouds threatened to unleash their fury. At 11:30 in the morning 15 people were hit by lightning a short distance from where I was hiking. I descended the ridge that day at 1:30pm, well after the recommended noon hour on storm days in Colorado. The next day of hiking looked to be another long section above treeline with the continued storm cycle, and I really didn’t want to go back up there. I started stressing out, so much so that it was manifesting in an upset stomach and feelings of panic. After a calming phone conversation with my boyfriend, he reminded me of what I had forgotten. What is in my control? Can I control when and where the lightning will strike? No. Can I control the fact that I would need to hike 25+ miles tomorrow, primarily above treeline? Turns out I could. I had already needed to find alternates around a very avalanche-prone section in the San Juans; I could find an alternate around my current problem too. I pieced together a series of roads to bypass the high country…an exercise that was as much for my peace of mind as it was for not getting caught in a lightning storm above treeline. The decision helped remind myself of what was in my control, and that it was my hike to hike.

But it wasn’t always easy to make those decisions: “I left the mountains. Amid some self-berating about taking the easy way out and not rising to the navigational challenge of the trail ahead, was a deep sense of relief. I would be safe today. And tomorrow. I would get myself out of these mountains safely and not get caught in a potentially dangerous situation of hiking through the terrain ahead alone.”

Readjustment is Hard

Thru-hiking the CDT has been a goal for a long time. Completing the hike felt amazing, but was soon followed by a gaping hole where that goal had been. What now?

Fortunately I live in a community with dozens of thru-hikers who understood that hole, and as I was struggling with the absence of what had consumed so much of my time and energy over the past few years, they reminded me it was ok. It was ok to feel a bit lost; it was ok to be unsure of my next steps. I needed to give myself permission to struggle.

Ultimately what these past few months have highlighted is my desire to have another goal. It’s time to dream up something scary to do. Something I’m not sure I can do. But I know this much, I’m capable of so much more now that I’ve hiked the CDT.

Oregon Desert Trail (1st Section Hike): Day 16 – 15 Miles (255 miles)

Morning comes so early in June. The sky starts to lighten around 4:30-4:45, and the birds start chirping…life starts moving around, so that by 5:30 or so when the sun actually rises it day feels like it’s well on its way.

I woke for my last morning in the sagebrush (on this section anyway), made my coffee, ate the last of the gronola, and was hiking just after 6am. I would keep to roads the whole way. A dirt road took me at the base of Hart mountain and east side of Hart Lake. I knew there would be pictographs today, so when I started seeing large boulders that had fallen from the rimrock above, I started to look. They were everywhere! Many of the rocks had drawings, this must have been a popular route back in the day. Again, I want to do more reading about the area, learn about the native Americans who lived here, and about the first homesteaders.

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The bugs were really thick along the lake. I didn’t stop for any breaks because to do so would be to surrender to them.

I passed several springs… the springs usually have big cottonwoods, so you can see them miles away, and they are usually the location of the old homesteads. So much history.

By the time I made it to the pavement (9 more miles to town), my feet wanted me to take a break, but again the bugs! A couple of guys were unloading ATVS to go explore some of the old military road. Again…want to know more about this old military road.

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I was walking on the road when a pickup pulls up and asked if I was ok, “yep, just hiking the Oregon Desert Trail,” i responded. Jesse is a local rancher who has actually been following my hike, and knew who I was! We chatted there on the side of the road for a while, I learned his family had been one of the first homesteading families out here, and they used to run cattle in Orejana Canyon where I had been a few days before. I was glad to meet him and hear a bit about his background. My hope is that I can get to know a lot of the ranchers and families along the trail. Ranching and conservationists haven’t always gotten along in eastern oregon, but perhaps the trail is an opportunity to find common ground: a love of the land.

I continued on the road, and when I was about 2 miles out another truck pulled over to see if I was ok. Neil Taylor was another rancher in the area, and when he asked if I wanted I ride, I decided to take him up on the offer. Even though he was going the other way, Neil turned around and deposited me at the Hart Mountain Store. Thanks!! I’m continually thankful for the generosity of the people I’ve met out here.

I went into the store and Dave, the owner fixed me up a double bacon cheeseburger with fries. Oh heaven!

I hung out at the store for a few hours, pulled a book off the shelf (a lot of the little towns have a book exchange area) and sat on the porch reading until check in time at the Hart Mountain Cabin down the road. A few hours later Allen, who owns the cabin with his wife Barbara, came to the store and let me know I could head over. He had tried to call, but there is no reception in town. So a bought a few more goodies at the store and headed over to the cabin.

Oh beautiful little cabin!!

I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up, soaking feet in Epson salts, reading the book I picked up, and watching a movie. Kirk pulled in about 9pm bringing lots of birthday goodies….but he was the best present.

Oregon Desert Trail (1st Section Hike): Day 15 – 15.7 miles (240 miles)

Feels good to be 39! Although I feel much younger. It may be that hiking keeps you young. I’ve always loved having a summer birthday, and it often means a trail birthday!

I had a slow morning over coffee, granola and some more of my book. The first few miles were quite marshy…no shortage of water in the Hart Mountain area.

The terrain started to dry out some, and by the time I got to the edge of the refuge it felt like I was back in the desert. I did spy a pronghorn family…two little babies with their folks ran away from me right before I dropped down to the base of Hart Mountain.

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There was a possibility of hotsprings at the base…it is on private land, but the springs are open to soakers. The thing was I had heard it was getting trashed, and the soaking tub might have been removed. I had my fingers crossed.

And there it was!! Some kind of tub was lined with a few tarps, and the water was clear. A pipe was spilling hot water off the side, I moved it into the tank and jumped in.

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Bliss.

I got out, had lunch, and got back in. All to myself with a stunning view of Crump Lake.

After I walked a few minutes down to some trees and had a little nap in the shade. This day was going to happen on its own with no need to rush.

I hiked on a few more miles and took a minute to call Kirk. My section hike is finishing tomorrow, and he’s driving down to spend the weekend with me at the beautiful Hart Mountain Cabin. Happy birthday to me!

I put in my order of steak and cake for him to bring from Bend tomorrow. I’m excited to see him. Two weeks apart is much better than the 5 months last year!

I passed some petroglyphs, saw 2 arrow heads, and there should be more petroglyphs tomorrow. I’ve got an awesome view at camp, 15 miles to hike tomorrow, lasagna for dinner, and a Twix for desert. Getting older is awesome!

Oregon Desert Trail (1st Section Hike): Day 14 – 11.5 miles (224.3 miles)

I took the morning off.

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I had found a little slice of paradise at the Refuge,  and wasn’t in a hurry to go hiking quite yet. My night by the rushing creek was very peaceful, and when I woke in the middle of the night to go pee, i stared at the sky for a good long while. More stars than I had seen…probably ever. And the Milky Way glowed bright in the sky.

When nature called early, as it usually does, I went to the privy, and then over to the hotsprings for an early soak. Again I had it all to myself, and could feel the heat soaking into my bones. I went back to my camp, popped my latest round of blisters (I wanted to wait until after my soak so I would have any open wounds in the water) and then went back to sleep for a few hours. Bilss!

It was almost 9 when I woke up the second time, and heard Joan and Mark moving around, so I went over and returned their cup I had used for wine the night before. I also gave them an ODT sticker I had with me, my only real way of saying thanks at this point. Joan immediately offered me a muffin, some figs and a few gronola bars. They were headed out for a day of wildlife viewing, and i hope to see them in Bend sometime soon.

I returned to my tarp, made coffee, ate the muffin and the rest of the berries they gave me last night, and started to read my book. I had picked up “Child of the Steens Mountain” (a signed copy!) by Eileen O’Keeffe McVicker in the Frenchglen Mercantile. It was slim, and I wanted something to read about the area I’m hiking through. It’s a sweet tale of growing up in a shepherding family in the 20s and 30s near Fields and the Steens.

I lay about in the shade for the next few hours willing my blisters to dry out and toughen up before hiking out in the afternoon.

I love hiking in the refuge. Because is hasn’t been grazed or burned  (at least in a while…) the plant and animal variety were incredible. It seemed lush, and there was very little cheat grass or invasive weeds.

I had a break at an old homestead, and thought I could easily live here. With a spring a mountain, and a meadow what more could you want?

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I kept walking, Guano Creek was lovely and lined with aspen trees. The air smelled the sweet aspen smell and reminded me of Colorado.

I came to a stand of pines. Ponderosa I think. It was the first I had seen these trees! This was the site of camp Warner, I believe an old military camp. I need to read up on the spot. While I was there a white Fish and Wildlife pickup pulled up. I met Dave who works for Oregon F & W, he works out of Hines and was checking on fish in Guano Creek. We had a nice chat, then I sat down for a late lunch. Tomatoes, a kiwi, and figs, compliments of Joan! That’s all I really want to eat out here: fruits and veg, but that’s the hardest thing to find. There has been little to no produce in any on the towns/stores I’ve visited.

I walked a few more miles, noted a discrepancy between what’s on the ground and on the map…a minor change to make back in the office. I’ve been making lots of notes of things I want to add to the trail resources, for example today I passed 4 outhouses! All with toilet paper! It’s the white gold and can make a world of difference to know it’s there if you are in need.

I pulled up for the night in some trees at the base of a ridge. When the wind blows the mosquitos arn’t bad, but I may have to put up my netting tonight.

Oregon Desert Trail (1st Section Hike): Day 13 – 22.4 miles (212.8 miles)

What a day!! Where I struggled with the hike, trail magic and generosity more than made this one of the best days out here so far.

I woke early in the sagebrush. I had just over a liter to make it 7 miles to my first water source of the day, so I even did the unthinkable….I went without coffee. In retrospect that might have contributed to my sluggishness later on, or it could have been the heat/humidity, or all of the above.

The morning hike on old roads went quick, till I discovered I missed a turn. The other road was so obscure I had a hard time seeing it even when I knew it must be there. I had entered Hart Mountain Refuge this morning, and when they close down a road, it gets reclaimed. I lost and found it several times until I was almost to a more well traveled road when I see a beer. An unopened beer! There was a note and I could just make out “Go Renee!” but not the signature. I sat down and opened it right there at 7:45 this morning. Sweet As Pale Ale from Goodlife brewing…not a bad way to start the day!! I later found out that it was Christof, a guy who will soon be attempting to run the trail. He has been running the sections on the weekends to prepare, and must have left this for me recently. Thanks Christof!!!

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Soon I made it to my water source, Rock Creek, and after filling up lay down and closed my eyes for a minute. I fell asleep, and was a little groggy when waking, which could have contributed to my slow-as-molassas pace after that. Or it could have been the beer.

Most of the day followed old closed roads, but again, I couldn’t see the road. I stumbled around sagebrush and rocks. The going was very slow. I started to blame the heat, it must have been in the 90’s, but then realized it was extremely humid. Thunder clouds were brewing, and after lunch got a brief reprieve when a few sprinkles fell. It was still humid though, and even though I didn’t have that many miles to make to hit the Hart Mountain Refuge Headquarters, I just was moving so slow. And the cross country terrain and sweaty feet was giving my blisters blisters. I was feeling low.

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Please just rain!

I finally made it to Poker Jim Spring, a fresh, clean and cold water source, and started to feel a little better. The “road” actually turned into a road at that point, or at least a 2 – track I could see. At this point I knew I wouldn’t make it to the refuge before it closed, but they have a water pump open 24 hours, so at least I could get clean water. I had slim hopes of making it to the hot springs, another 5 miles past the refuge headquarters at this point. Even though it was hot, my body could sure use a soak.

I was getting close, right around the corner in fact, when a truck pulled up and asked if I needed anything. In a spur if a moment I said I wanted to go to the hotsprings,  and they said “sure, jump in.” Lori and Don helped me get water at the pump and before I knew it I was there. Don hiked the PCT in 1990, so knew all about being a trail angel. Thanks!!!

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Don & Lori

I set up camp, cleaned up and made dinner. It had been another day of not wanting to eat due to the heat, but the campground was cool, and I was able to put away an entire dinner. Whew. I needed that.

I had a soak in one if the sweetest hot springs I’ve been to, and i had it all to myself!

When I got back to camp I said hello to my neighbors, and before I knew it Joan and Mark (also from Bend) were giving me fruit and a cup of red wine. I just couldn’t have imagined a better ending to a tough day.

I’m sleeping by a rushing creek, and am so tired I’ve gotta go.

Excellent day.