Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Summer Backpacking 2014

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.