| Ellie and Hannah |
| Xander and Lily |
| Cameron |
| Tim, Emmett and Preston Royalty |
| Christian (first timer) |
| Cameron and Darien |
| Ellie, Hannah, Annie, Darien, Emmett, Cameron, Christian, Regan, Xander Chuck, Jonathan, Tim, Preston, Derek, Pyper Lily |
for the first time ever, I got Chuck to journal the summer trip!
Summer
Trip 2014
It was the best of times; it was the worst of
times. We did an encore of our 2009
adventure due to its high adventure and sweet memories. And the train. Starting at Vallecito Reservoir, we hiked about
27 miles and a vertical mile up Vallecito Creek, Johnson Creek, over Columbine
Pass, and down Needle Creek to the train.
Did I mention the train?
This year’s team included most of The Usuals: Tim
with Preston and Emmett; Jonathan with Darien, Annie, and Ellie; Derek with
Regan and Pyper; and Mud with Lily, Cameron, Hannah, and Christian. And the dog, Xander. Ellie and Christian were long-trip rookies,
as was Xander. Did I mention the dog?
Since I was driving extra-careful to make up for
last year, we didn’t get pulled over by any angry police officers. But the Swagger Wagon decided to spit out its
last precious drop of engine oil—30 feet from a Jiffy Lube! Turns out that oil filters prefer a gasket
that makes a whole circle, not a half-moon.
Who knew? Well, actually, I
did. But it was so hot in Tempe when we
left that I sweat-smudged the “check oil filter gasket” line on my pre-trip
check list. Dang it.
Meanwhile, back at the cabin, Larry, Ann, Kami,
and Camera were preparing to be excellent hosts. They threw us a cabin rave, complete with
hypothermic lake jumping and a living room, sleeping bag mosh pit. They also shuttled our cars so we didn’t have
to stay up until midnight after the trip was over. That was very cool.
It turns out that Jonathan, Lily, Darien, and
Cameron had PTSD’d all of their memories from our previous trip and convinced
themselves that it was the easiest trip ever.
After our hardest day, I arrived at camp to hear Cameron say, “Dad,
everyone is mad at you.” It turns out
that the same thing happened every day.
That was just the first time that I was actually aware. And that was when they changed my name to
Mud.
It turns out that Tim forgot how much he hated to
fly. He forgot his booster seats. TSA stole his stove and empty fuel
bottles. His rental car had a flat
tire. It took Walmart 3 hours to put on
a new one. Somebody stole his credit
card and spent the week on a spending spree.
He had to get the boys up at 4:30am to go to the airport. And for the grand finale: TSA stole his new
booster seat on the way home.
The most adventurous part of the trip was “The
River Crossing.” It looked about thigh
deep. It looked pretty lazy. It looked cold as melted ice. It looked like something you wanted to cross
as few of times as possible to keep your legs from freezing off. It looked like something that Lily and I
could chain 3 boys together and lead across.
It didn’t look like there was a monster hole in the middle where most of
the river water was rushing through at a million miles an hour. It didn’t look like the boys would lose their
footing and have to be plucked, one at a time from death-grips on the guide
rope, soaking wet from head to toe. It
didn’t look like the dog would jump in to save us, only to be swept downstream,
perhaps never to be seen again. Did I
mention the dog? At any rate, we
eventually managed to get the whole group safely across. And the dog got swept back upstream in a
side-eddy. Christian was upset that a
quarter-sized plop of water splashed him.
He called me Mud.
Columbine Lake was still frozen! It was the coolest campsite ever! It thunder-hailed on us while 50 mph wind
gusts blew hail everywhere while we sat inside the tents with our backs to the
walls to keep them from blowing flat!
After the storm, it got calm and beautiful, but it was still the coolest
campsite ever.
Nobody really believed us that the half-molted,
inbred, cross-eyed mountain goats in Chicago Basin would fight to the pain over
who had the honor of eating the dirt that we peed in. They would group around you and watch
you. I had performance anxiety. It was hard to get it started. They just stared.
Hannah said before the trip that she wouldn’t go
if Xander went. That seemed to be
because every afternoon she would crawl into the tent with just her and Xander
for cuddle time. Hmmmmm…
The kids all did awesome. We had some long hiking days—although no
matter how long, within 4 microseconds of getting to camp, the kids would fully
recharge and literally start running around the camp, playing without any store-bought
toys until bed time. We hiked around a
lot of fallen trees. We hiked through a
lot of deep snow. We ate unsafe
quantities of candy. We had a great
group. We took in unbelievable
scenery. We celebrated Regan’s 12th
birthday. We grew closer together. We changed my name. We had a great day on the train. Did I mention the train? Did I mention that I was ready to reload and
go back after about 30 seconds in Silverton?
It was the worst of times; it was the best of
times.