Fourty Fun!

Last Friday, Shelley helped me celebrate a new year of my life.  She took me to see Hell's Belles. It was a fantastic concert.  Afterwards, I went to Kayce's for her 40th Birthday party and sang many karaoke songs.

Alaska Part 1 Arrival

 We departed Boise Wednesday morning and flew to Seattle and then to Juneau where we caught the Alaska Marine Highway System Ferry to Haines (We rode the southern part of this route two years ago from Bellingham to Ketchikan).  While waiting for the ferry to depart Juneau, I observed two Orcas swimming between fast boats that were trailing the whales for paying customer viewing pleasure.  The Ferry ride was pleasant and seeing the Lynn Canal from boat was fabulous.  The mountains were green and lush with waterfalls cascading down the steep terrain.  Glaciers hung in the high valleys. 

We arrived in Haines at 830 on Wednesday night, purchased a few perishables at the grocery and headed to Don's cabin in the woods. 

Don's cabin is dry, meaning there is no running water or indoor plumbing.  An outhouse with a comfortable wood seat was a walk away into the dark woods.  We obtained water from a nearby spring, transporting it in 5 gallon jugs to the house.  Other than the lack of plumbing, the house had electricity, wood heat, and shelter from the rain.  It is unfinished inside, so much that the walls are plastic coated insulation- no drywall up yet.

The next day was full of viewing pleasure as we did a little work and site seeing.
Work consisted of building the insides for Todd's shelter in the woods...using shipping containers is an Alaska thing it seems, not hipster decked out with IKEA but with pine 2x4s and foam board:


After our day's work we went to the Haines Brewing Company and met the owner/operator Paul Wheeler.  We enjoyed a pint of Black Fang Stout.  It has been rationed and sitting in the keg for a few months.  Well seasoned, it went down very nice.  Since it was so precious, we were unable to get a growler of it, so we went home with the IPA.  Instead of driving straight home, we toured some of the local sights.
One place we drove up to was Chilkoot Lake, a glacial blue lake with a fantastic backdrop of snow capped jagged mountains.  Along the way up the outlet river we observed brown bear strolling along fishing.  On the river banks were fishermen who were shooed out by the bears and photographers who were brought in to see the bears.  Sorry, we do not have any photos of the bears.

The Burroughs of Haines is cute and quaint, but still a fisherman and working person's town.  A bit like McCall, most people here are just getting by financially but enjoying the place they live fully.  And there are some retired folks along with those you can only wonder how they have as much money as they do when they work so little and at a piddly low paying job.

SF Salmon hike

Back in August, the 4th through the 6th, Todd and I went camping at Poverty Flats, one of my favorite places, with the intention of hiking the South Fork Salmon River canyon from Goat Creek down stream to Poverty Flat.  It is about a 7 mile hike, no trail, following the river with super steep terrain on both sides.  We were in it for the long haul and had no idea what we were going to see.  This canyon is a class 5 kayak section during the spring run off, but by August, the water is way to low to boat but near perfect temperature for wading.
Below picture is what we considered the beginning of the canyon section.  Not far from where the road leaves the river.

The rock formations in the canyon obviously have been in place for thousands of years as shown from the smoothness of the granite bedrock.

The hill slopes were covered in burnt trees, some still standing, others laying on the ground, while some have floated down stream and were caught up in a gigantic log jam.

Traversing the terrain was difficult as we walked lots of side hilling and plenty of crisscrossing the river. A sign that the terrain is difficult was the lack of wildlife we saw.  There were no squirrels to distract Henry.  No deer or elk sign, but plenty of bear sign.  Bear paw prints were in the sandy bars and poop all over the grassy areas.  Few people must come here for the bears to feel safe from distraction while devouring the salmon.  Our path through the canyon followed the same choices as the bear prints, there were few options. At times it was easier to walk in the river, but anyone who has spent time walking in streams knows that can be challenging in itself with slippery rocks, uneven footing, not a straight path, and deep water.

About 5 hours into the hike, we were feeling tired.  I looked up the slope for some landmarks to determine how far we have gone and how far we still need to go.  At this time we were in the heart of the canyon, the road was at its highest point above the river (over 1000 vertical feet), and we were getting low on food.  The sun has been beating down on us all day.  Even Henry was starting to get tired.  We pushed onward, hoping for relief  in terrain or some sign that Poverty Flat was "just around the corner."  Anyone who has hiked with me knows I often push a little further to see what is up over the ridge not far ahead, and often the extra effort is futile as there is another ridge and not much of a view.  Well, this trip was not much different but instead of looking for a better view, we were looking for a better exit.  We turned another corner and saw more canyon walls, deeper water, and no banks to walk on. We finally came upon a large log that spans the river just downstream of a fantastic pour-over into a deep pool below.  This would be a fantastic swimming hole. 

There were some faint trails leaving up slope from here, either people trail or game trail, but either way, we decided to abort the stream hike and head up slope to the road.This was an adventure in itself.  I was so glad to reach pavement.  Below is a picture of my feet and legs after the hike up, but before the two mile hike on the road.  Luckily we got to the camp well before dark, let the cat out of the truck, pulled out lawn chairs, popped open a beer, and rested, reflecting on the day we just had, and to exhausted to do anything else but take off shoes.
But sometimes, it is well worth the effort.  We all need to push a bit to see beauty.

Below is a map of the hike path.

Going North

Greetings all.  Tomorrow I am heading to Alaska, Haines to be exact.  Lets hope this trip gives me a better experience of Alaska than going to Craig.  We are flying out of Boise and transferring to a ferry in Juneau and arriving in Haines by boat late in the Alaska evening. 
Below are pics from 2010, when Todd and i went to AK the first time together.  That is Don next to me, we are going to be staying at his house up in Haines.  It does not have any running water and the interior is completely unfinished!  At least we are not tenting or sleeping in a vehicle.

Sawtooths in July

On July 9th through 11th, Todd and I went up to the Sawtooth Mountains for a short backpacking trip.  We hiked from Grandjean into Trail Creek Lakes, a cluster of small alpine lakes in the northern tip of the wilderness.  The hike was about 4.3 miles with an elevation gain of 2906 ft.  A constant uphill with moderate slope dotted by occasional switchbacks.  Two sets of switchbacks stand out on the second half of the trip and the final push to the lakes is mostly straight up.  The trail gets lost in a wetland for about 100 ft.  There were 4 stream crossings which we did not need to take off boots for-although Todd did slip into a deep pool and got his feet very wet.  Amazing waterfalls and stream formations appeared the second half of the hike.

When we got to the lake, I was exhausted.  Our packs weighed 45 lbs and my body is very out of shape compared to the Forest Service Days.  Like most alpine lakes, the scenery unfolds after cresting the last edge near the outlet stream.  This was no exception.  We were greeted by a blue lake, tall jagged scree on the left, rolling granite on the right, and a waterfall directly across from where we stood.  A flat spot that has been heavily used for camping was quickly covered with our gear.  After all the hiking up, I was not to tired to throw a line in the lake. I used my fly pole and Todd used his spinner.  The smallest fly caught the biggest fish.  Todd had only one bite, I had multiple.  In the right spot, flyfishing rules. I caught three little fish, two cutthroat and one rainbow.  Todd caught one little fish, a cutthroat.  So we kept three and at them with dinner.  As Todd was gutting the largest one, he noticed the start of eggs forming.  We decided not to keep anymore large colorful fish so they can continue to reproduce.

The first night was a rough sleep.  Achy bodies, warm temperatures, animals outside the tent causing Henry to bark, ugh, so much for peace in the woods.  The ungulates we saw were elk and deer, up at the lakes! 
The next morning we hiked to the upper Trail Creek Lakes.  An easy scramble with light packs and fishing gear, we enjoyed our mosquito attack lunch.  We both went swimming and I tossed a line in.  The day was warm and it was mid-day.  The fish were huge but swam right past my lure.  I tried multiple sizes and placement, but the fish were not interested.  While I was chasing these fish, Todd and Henry were out exploring the surroundings.  They came upon a high alpine spring which Todd drank straight from. Soon after, we reunited for lunch and explored more on our way back to the lake.  We stood at the top of the waterfall, Henry got plenty of swimming fetch, and were amazed at the different colors of each lake.  As a sign of the day, Henry was pooped out, not even asking for a stick toss.

We moved camp to a more secluded place, away from the lake outlet, and not as dirty and used.  The dirty was mostly from campfire ashes scattered about.  It is illegal to have a campfire in the wilderness, you must have it in a fire pan or on a fire blanket.  After camping surrounded by old fire rings and ash, I agree- leave no trace!  It is also upsetting when live trees are hacked at and left to die. What primitive need gets fulfilled by violently harming nature!?  In these high alpine areas, few trees grow and the few that were there have been burned in a forest fire.  So we moved from a human destroyed camp so something less disturbed- I did not hike into wilderness to be surrounded by the ugly side of humanity.

Once again, as evening rolled about, I tossed the fishing line in the water.  The lake was warm enough to stand in near the shallow shores.  I was having little luck, a nibble but no bites.  I started to climb out of the steep banked lake and felt a tug on my fishing line- inadvertently, I caught the biggest fish in my short fishing time.   This was a beautiful cutthroat.  A bit slender, but most of the lake trout appeared so.

The next morning, we headed down the hill back to Boise and the heat.

Rafting in July

This has been another busy summer with little leisure time.  Back in July, two days before the Fourth, Todd and I met up with Leslie and rafted the Main Payette.  This, unfortunately, has been the only trip I have oared this summer.  It was a fantastic trip.  Flows were at a good level, hovering about 4100 c.f.s..  Leslie and I shared time at the oars and Todd kayaked.  Sunny fun day.

Henry is in the raft too.  He is crunched down in the back.  You can see a little bit of his back end in the lowest photo bottom left.


However, either on the Main Payette or the Boise River, I happened to get poison ivy on my feet.  The signs did not begin to show until Todd and I were up in the Sawtooth Mountains.  At first I thought I was experiencing itch from mosquito bites on my feet while trying to sleep in a warm tent.  It was not until we got home did I realize something else was at play.  My feet were stuck in hot sweaty boots for a few hours each day.  This pushed the poison ivy irritation inward and it went systemic, creeping up my legs and showing up from my toes to my hips.  Benedryl, hydrocortizone cream, and air were used in the week and a half long treatment.  If I was not at work, I wore skirts and no shoes.  Even after it went away, my feet were still torn up and scaly.  Ah, to live in this body.  

Tar Sands Timmy!

Looking through Mother Jones magazines web page, I can across this cartoon:

Tar Sands Timmy

  Tar Sands Timmy from MarkFiore on Vimeo.


you should give it a watch!