2 more weeks!

I totally blend in on my training hikes here in LA.

  • long sleeve shirt?
  • shorts on shorts?
  • visible socks?
  • a baseball cap?
  • no makeup?
  • weird strappy backpack thingy with 4L of water? (slosh, slosh)

Yep.

I’ve grown accustomed to quizzical looks on my outings,

but today I met someone different!

Me- “Um what?”

Man- “A thru hiker. I thru hiked the Appalachian Trail with the green version of your pack! I’m planning on hiking the PCT this season!”

Me- (internally freaking out, another thru hiker?!!) “That’s so awesome! Wow! me too!”

Man- “What’s your trail name?”

  • (a trail name is like a ‘nickname’ you receive from other thru hikers on the trail)

Me- “My what? oh I haven’t, I don’t have one yet . . .”

Man- “I’m ‘Walking Man’ ”

Me- “Gosh, nice to meet you!”

Walking Man- “See you round!”

-and with that he was off.

Such speed! Such grace! It’s very easy to see that Walking Man is really really good at walking.

He disappears over the top of the hill as I thoughtfully take my time up the switchbacks nursing a hurt knee. That guy knows what he’s doing. Do I know what I’m doing?

I feel like a house cat about to enter the front lawn. What am I getting myself into . . .

I think it’s kind of impossible to not be at least a little nervous before such a trip, but I’m determined to give it my best!

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2 more weeks! Pacific Crest Trail here I come!

((I’m so excited to have met another class of 2016 hiker! And before I even set foot on the trail too! The world can be a small place sometimes. If you read this Walking Man I hope you have an awesome hike!!! šŸ™‚ ))

-(no trail name) Natalie

 

Food for 5 Months

So . . . um . . . I’m starting to plan my resupply boxes . . .

candybar_resize_19A thru-hiker can either buy as they go, or pre-buy everything and send ā€œresupply boxesā€ aka ā€œmail dropsā€ to themselves at various towns along the trail. I’m planning on doing the latter. 

Poor Doug. 

Dating an aspiring thru-hiker must be hard. 

5 months of food is a lot of food. 

Also, I just bought 100 sample packets of shampoo and conditioner . . .

   

 

Big Bear CA

I visited Big Bear over the weekend. It was really exciting to be only 3 miles from the trail. Only 6 more weeks left! 


( I’ve been practicing with my water color kit just as much as I’ve been training with my other gear )

Another Training Hike! (and important lessons learned)

The last trip I went on I slept cold so I got a new sleeping pad with a higher R rating. May I introduce you to the Thermarest Neoair Xlite Woman’s sleeping pad! Sleeping on it in my apartment is great but I really need to test it outside.

Weekends can’t come soon enough!

I told my good friend Dixie about my plans to go out and she was interested in joining! Awesome! She’d never been on a backpacking trip, in fact I think she said she’d only been on a car camping trip maybe once? a long time ago? I love taking people hiking and camping. Sharing nature experiences is the best!

The only thing about that weekend tho . . . the forecast spelled rain. I ask her if she’d be cool with that and she said yes! (Dixie’s mom is always giving her ponchos so this would be a great opportunity to use one of them! She has many many ponchos. I find this hilarious as we live in LA).

I decide we should camp at Hoegees because it’s covered by trees, we’ve been there before, there’s pretty water falls and it’s only two miles from the car (a pretty decent first time trip in my mind). You might recognize it from an earlier post šŸ˜‰

We spend Saturday morning packing. Need gear? I’ve got ya covered. I have two of everything! My z-packs solplex tent isn’t big enough for two people so I decided to bring my old Black Diamond 4 season 2 person tent. This tent was the thing I bought with my very first paycheck way back in high school. It’s almost 10 years old and I love it so much. (It’s also 10 times heavier than my solplex tent too haha). It’ll be good training to cary it.

We set out and arrive at the trail head around 2 pm. The hike in was a breeze, sunny but cool and refreshing. I swear it smelled like bug spray at every single stream crossing though.

We get to the campsite and it’s completely empty. Dibs on the old cabin foundation spot! We set up inside the old stone walls and discover the floor is solid cement. No worries, the Black Diamond tent is free standing so we don’t use any stakes. We set about gathering sticks and leaves and pretty soon we have a fire going in the old fire place. A few people hike pass and take a picture of our set up. Yeah that’s right, we’re camping in an old cool cabin foundation.

Dixie brought this awesome fire starter her dad gave her. It’s a flint stick with magnesium you flake off into a pile. She got the fire to light right away! that never happens! I consider getting one to keep in my car for emergencies.

We eat macaroni and cheese with broccoli and bacon bits and talk about what it must have been like to be the first person to tame fire. The flames, they mesmerize.

 

It starts to get dark. We hope to see a few stars but the over cast persists.  I turn on my head lamp to help gather more fire wood and we realize a light mist has snuck through the camp.

Dixie finds an awesome snail I’d never seen before and I find a slow moving newt. It starts to sprinkle. Maybe it’s time to put the fire out. (Hoegees is great because they provide buckets and shovels to make this task super easy!) We mix the embers with dirt. I get a little lost trying to find the trickle of a creek to dump water over the mix. It’s hard to see in the mist! We manage to get the fire place decent before it starts to really rain.

Phew!

The sound of rain on a tent fly is probably one of my favorite sounds.

We stay up and talk about life and things and the world. It then starts to really really rain.

It grows from a relaxing pitter patter to a full out roaring cats and dogs down pour. I’m secretly glad I brought the 4 season tent.

I try to drift off but the rain is relentless. I worry this was probably not a good call for a first time backpacking trip. I even start to question whether rain on a tent fly is my favorite sound anymore.

Dixie shakes me awake. It’s still pouring out, everything feels damp. She points to the tent floor and. . . Oh. my. god. The tent is in 4 inches of water. How are we still dry? My 10 year old tent was keeping all that water out some how?! I could see it splashing up the sides! Now I’m openly glad I brought the 4 season tent. Whenever one of us moved the other would kinda bob up and down from the water displacement. It was like we were on a water bed! or the tent was turning into some kind of boat made out of fabric. What is happening? is the creek flooding? I’m completely stunned.

We have to move. It’s 5 am, still pouring buckets, cold and dark out. Am I really going to make us get out of the boat tent? We talk it through a bit more and decide to wait a little for the sun to rise. This is just craziness. We laugh and joke about it. What about our shoes? We left them in the tent’s vestibule, hope they’re still there! I’m scared to look!

The sky lightens. Okay lets do this. I open the door and yep. We’re definitely in a giant pool of water. Never in my entire experience of camping has this happened to this degree ever. Our shoes float hilariously in the vestibule like little boats in a harbor. I worry the water will spill in over the zipper. Packing everything up proves to be very damp and uncomfortable. I am so so glad we were just damp. The amount of water we were sitting in, we should have been soaked. It was a camping miracle! Good job tent! I wish I had gotten a picture but my number one priority was to get everything out of the water and it was still pouring.  rain_02Once we got everything packed and out of the tent I got a good look at our predicament. What had happened was, the cement floor prevented the rain from soaking into the ground. I anticipated that, but I didn’t anticipate the stone walls preventing any of it from running off down the hill. We were in a perfectly contained pool. Every where else? completely fine.

Just hilarious, what were the odds! How did I not think to check the stone walls?! I’m usually so good at making nice little trenches to help drain water away. If you ever plan on camping at Hoegees and it’s going to rain, do NOT set up in the chimney cabin foundation!

We lift the tent out of the pool and fold it up into my pack. It feels twice as heavy sopping wet. Well, this will be good practice for when I get wet on the PCT. We decide to head back to the car and do the longer loop another day.

Despite having slept in a pool of water we both are in a great mood. Dixie gets to use one of her ponchos and I get to test out my umbrella!

The rain calms down to a light sprinkle and the woods surrounding the trail sparkle with life. The creek transformed into a roaring stream over night and we carefully pick our way across it several times. I slip on some rocks and get covered in dead leaves. Oops! I love the challenge. Picking the best spots to step on is as much a mental puzzle as it is a physical one. I didn’t bring my hiking poles on this trip and I missed them. They’ll definitely be a stream crossing asset in the future.

  

The rain stops as we continue. The air smells amazing! We find a few newts slowly crawling across the trail. I almost step on one, they look just like tree roots! It’s a wonder to me how some things survive. newt_02 We get to the small road climb up to the parking lot and pass a ranger picking up trash. He sees our packs.

ā€œDid you get wet last night?ā€

Dixie and I laugh.

ā€œOh did weā€

Dixie stops me, what’s that sloshing sound? We pause to investigate. My pack cover had been collecting all the water from the tent in the bottom of my pack haha

You know you have a good friend when you can laugh through hardships together. We get to the car and lay out our things to dry in the sun while we heat up some water for tea.

I can’t believe this was Dixie’s first backpacking experience. I feel so grateful to have such a tough and positive friend! She’s already sending me pictures of camping food and saying ā€œfor next time.ā€ ā¤

Lessons learned?

-the coolest spot to set up your tent, isn’t always the best spot.

-if you take care of your gear it will take care of you.

-being in good company conquers any kind of bad weather

-and when shit happens, sometimes the best solution is to laugh and carry on

Thoughts On Quitting My Dream Job

When I tell people I’m quitting to live on a trail for 5-6 moths, the number one response has been: Wow I wish I could do that but I’m too career driven. 

The thing is, I’m not really going to quit being a film maker. That’s just not in my blood. Sure I’m leaving a job, but I can’t leave story telling, I love it too much. 

I’ve talked to too many artists in animation who have said: I just wish I had slowed down to have a family, or I wish I had taken more time to travel, or I don’t have time to meet other people outside of film, or I wish I could take more time to work on my own projects. 

So much wishing. . . . you know what I think? I think career goes hand in hand with experiences and perspective. I think, to be the best storyteller/ artist/ writer/ film maker/ scientist/ mathematician/ doctor/ thing that we all strive so hard to be, you have to go live your life! Where else does inspiration come from? How can you spark innovation in stagnant air?

So go! Have new experiences! Book that trip! Start that family! Meet new and interesting people! Make things! Learn something! Then share. and don’t you dare be lazy about it.

Yes I’m leaving my dream job, but I’ll be back with so much more to give.  

 

“The length of his walk uniformly made the length of his writing. If shut up in the house, he did not write at all.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Me as a SasquatchĀ 


  What do thru hikers with long hair do with their ‘do? I’m imagining myself turning into a Sasquatch. . . (A blond Sasquatch that wears shoes and DirtyGirl gaiters) 

This is one of the many things I’ve been fretting about as my hike gets closer. Should I cut my hair really short? Or just rock a ponytail the whole way. . .

As the decisive person that I am, I’ll probably make up my mind the day before I hit the trail. šŸ’

Waiting for Permits

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To hike the pacific crest trail you need a few permits:

  • permission to enter Canada using the trail āœ”ļø
  •  a fire permit (for my stove (note: I don’t plan on making any campfires)) āœ”ļø
  • a long distance hiking permit for hiking 500+ miles.āž–
  • And a permit to climb Mount Whitney (optional, but who would pass that up?) āž–

(I’m still waiting to get the last 2 approved and sent back).

2016 is a special year because they’re limiting the long distance permits to 50 people per start day. This will help cut down trail damage from overuse, as hiking the Pacific Crest Trail has become rather popular (but it kinda makes permit time…stressful).

Waiting is hard.

 

Gifts

 

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Big Shout Out to my family and friends for gifting me many of my wish-list hiking items for my trip! I appreciate you so much!

Yvonne, Mom, Dad, Num Num, Aunt Lu-Lu, The Whites, Uncle Peter, The Coxs, Edd for all the advice, Doug’s Parents and Sister and Matt, and Doug. (special thanks to Doug for putting up with my gear obsession)

Thank You!!

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