Trout Lake to White Pass

Trout Lake to White Pass

August 8, 2014

Start: Halfmile 2237.5
End: Halfmile 2268.5
Distance: 31.0 Mi
Cumulative: 2,308.5 Mi

The incredible Trout Lake hospitality was in full swing this morning. Brendan got me going with eggs, toast, and cantaloupe for breakfast. Then Margot fixed a steak sandwich to go and gave me an orange and some cookies for the road. And on the way back to the trail, she pulled into the cafe so I could grab another huckleberry smoothie. I don’t know how I found the will power to leave. Thank you all for making it so hard!

I found out a few days ago that I got an invitation to attend Open Sky training next month. Stoked! It’s not a job offer, just another step in the process. Still, I’m making moves and heading in the right direction! At least now I know where I’m going after Canada, for a few weeks anyways.

August 9, 2014

Start: Halfmile 2268.5
End: Halfmile 2301.0
Distance: 32.5 Mi
Cumulative: 2,341.0 Mi

Site selection last night was sub-optimal. I got desperate as the hour neared 9p. It was dark, and I was ready to be done for the day. Had been shooting for the “good camping” at the “prominent ridge” noted in Yogi’s guide. If it was the ridge at the exact mile she listed, it was a steep climb with no defined user trail. It didn’t look very promising. Twilight was already waning, and I was in no mood for a wild goose chase, so I just pressed on rather than stumble around on blind hope. I made a conscious decision to take the first “crappy but reasonable” site I came to. Ten minutes later, there it was. Slanted, but manageable. I was so tired it didn’t matter. Slept really well, much to my surprise.

Goat Rocks today was epic. By far the coolest thing since the High Sierra. Been looking forward to the Knife Edge since I first heard about it in 2011. It didn’t disappoint. So sweet. And beautiful weather. So grateful for the picturesque, wispy clouds and warm, bright sun. Brendan said I’d wanna take my time, and he was right. I can always blast through the green tunnel if I need to make up some miles, but hopefully I won’t have to. Only a few hundred precious miles left.

August 10, 2014

Start: Halfmile 2301.0
End: Halfmile 2329.0
Distance: 28.0 + 1.0 = 29.0 Mi
Cumulative: 2,370.0 Mi

Above all, happy one year anniversary to SC2SC13. One year ago today, we reached the Pacific after cycling 4,250 miles from Charleston, SC to Santa Cruz, CA. (We took the scenic route.) We raised money, volunteered, and rode for Bike & Build in the name of Affordable Housing. I shared an epic summer with 27 of my dearest friends, 27 of my favorite people, 27 of my family. Some truly exceptional folks.

Today also marks two weeks from the conclusion of my current summer adventure. It’s bitter-sweet. I said goodbye to Young Grasshopper today at White Pass. I was happy to have had the chance. Didn’t occur to me to say bye when I saw Still Steve a few days ago in Trout Lake, though it was likely the last time I’ll see him before I reach Canada. And then there are all of the other friends I’ve made out here. Too many to name. Some are behind, most are ahead. With each passing day, it’s less and less likely that I’ll see them again. I barely know many of them, and they me. But we share the trail. It’s a unique thread that instantly binds us.

This trip is drawing to an end quickly. It seems during every great adventure there comes a time when I’m ready for it to be the memory of a great adventure. That thing I did, rather than that thing I’m doing. I’m not wishing the miles away. I could do 40’s and be done in a flash, but I don’t wanna. I love it out here, the monotony, the brutality, the beauty, the community. When it’s over, I’ll miss it. But I can feel myself moving toward being ready to be done. It’s setting in as if on cue. If I could’ve planned it, I wouldn’t have been able to do so any better. Maybe it’ll be easier to let go and move on than I originally thought. After all, I’ve embraced this trip. I’ve taken side trips and alternates, enjoyed zeros and pristine wilderness, made new friends and brought old friends along through this, my blog. (Thanks for pointing out the latter, Becca!) I have no regrets; I’m living the dream. And there is still some left to live.