Went on a little hike through an area devastated by the Creek Fire last September. I had scouted this area last summer and couldn't get back up there until now since it had been closed until the snows set in. Found my little oasis was still intact more or less that I'll try to make into a more permanent style camp. Thanks for watching.
Monday, June 15, 2020
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Sunday, June 23, 2019
A training run in the proving grounds
A late summer scramble to test the spirit
And test how the ACL recovers
Before tackling the tallest of them all
A medical self evaluation
To see how the mind and body will react
Reading the signs within
Following the tracks left behind
Elderberries ripen along the trail
In the sun of the south facing slopes
Dense red fir forests
Interrupted by lush meadowed creeks
Campsites in the wildflowers
Quartz outcroppings in the streambeds
Near the treeline
The path winds round
A natural amphitheater of granite forms
To rival any mythical Mediterranean of old
Better suited for a sermon on the mount
Of clarity and truth in the way realized
Hallowed words of the new covenant
Echoed amongst the grizzled foxtail pines
Who were here when it was spoken
Higher still near the top
A slope of crystals ground to granules
Where one was found finer
Than any purchased in the stores of men
Fitting perfectly in the hand
I carried it to the summit
Washed it in a creek below
And given as a gift to the delight of the camp
It had served me no purpose
Since I don't believe in their powers
And the rejuvenation and second wind
I felt while slogging to the top?
Hypoxia euphoria I was told a month later
By a teacher of ways in the Whitney watershed
So I'll take that as truth
Lack of oxygen to the brain
A sign to watch out for
While rambling around the high places
Saturday, December 1, 2018
If you listen carefully
You can hear the voices on the wind
Echoing down the canyons
Reverbing off the granite towers
Cascading in the falling creeks
Scattered in the leaves of autumn
Voices that ring through time
Encouraging to explore the old ways
Showing the paths through the darkness
Singing to the rhythms of the ancient drums
Voices of the past
Ages and ages ago
Calling to journey along with them
To the high mountain halls of lore
The song of the Otzal Alps
From the Italian and Austrian borderlands
Frozen in ice for thousands of years
Had been released from it's bindings
And sent around the world
On the notes of its renewal
The song flowed out of the passes
Raced down the glacier carved valleys
Traveled long over endless oceans
Swept clean in the prairie wind
Slowed in the western desert sand
And rested amongst the peaks
That loomed over the sagebrush in bloom
A song older than the Piutes
Who gathered pine nuts in the pinyons
Who sang of Tumanguyah
The old man who sits atop the mountain
Judging passage to those who hold the code
The tune found one from the forests of the lone star
Tended the flames inside
Gathered it's strength over the years
And spread like wildfire across the land
Sending smoke up among the goldening birch
Swirling in the clinging lodgepole
Rolling over steps carved in the rock
And soaring above the treeline
Following paths covered in new snow
And settling upon glacial remains in the shadows
Locking in again in the talus and ice
Home again for a handful of millennia
Saturday, November 17, 2018
In 2015, Mr. Black from Operational Extras fame - https://www.youtube.com/user/OperationalExtras attempted with a few other fellows to make the trek up to the top of Mt. Whitney with clothes and gear inspired by 5,300 year old Otzi the Iceman. However, their attempt was shut down by an untimely blizzard of snow and rain and sleet that made conditions just too hazardous to get very far. The journey would have to wait for another time. "Too be continued is better than the end" was the mantra. And 3 years later, the attempt would be made again.
The journey really began soon after Otzi was discovered and news began to spread around of the man found frozen in ice in the Tirolean Alps on the Italian/Austrian border. Images and descriptions of the kit he carried were circulated worldwide. This kit and knowledge of how humans lived 5,300 years ago sparked a young Mr. Black's interest. It's all history from there.
Over the years, Black had developed various elements of the replica kit. But in 2014, the news was made that Black was going to attempt this and the kit really kicked into gear. Goat hide clothes and pack, wooden and natural fiber pack frame, leather snow boots with fiber netting, bearskin hat, arrows and quiver, knife, belt kit with tinder and fungus, leather thongs to keep the bugs off, various pouches and containers, antler, bone, and stone bits of kit, even a couple of copper axes made in the style. Otzi and ancient humans were being rediscovered as the kit evolved.
The spirit of the adventure had caught on. Auctions and donations and encouragement had developed out of the kindness of peoples' hearts as the time for the journey had neared. It was a beautiful thing to see.
After the first attempt, Mr. Black made a few presentations on the kit and its inspirations at bushcraft gatherings in Texas and Nebraska. And good times were had by all.
The years went by, but no one forgot about the journey to the top. And in early 2018, the call went out that the expedition was to be attempted again. Being situated in California's Central Valley on the opposite side of the Sierras almost directly west of Mt. Whitney, I couldn't pass up the opportunity at the second round.
So to make a long story short, after 8 months of waiting, the time had come. With Black coming in from Texas, and CY coming in from the SERE School in Spokane, we met up at the basecamp in October for a couple nights to camp and acclimate to the altitude.
Continued in the next post...
We really enjoyed our time at the basecamp going over various stories and what not. Me getting to know Black and CY since we had never met before and vise versa. And them two reminiscing stories over many years of training others at the various Air Force SERE Schools and the adventures they've had in that arena. We had fun, but thoughts of the mountain were always there to put a hint of trepidation in the air. On the night before the journey uphill, Black had gone to bed and CY and I had stayed up a bit longer, discussing farming in California and Ohio among other things. As the fire died down, it.... began.... to.... snow!
A brief little dusting of powder puff balls fell for a few minutes. We could hear Black wondering what was going on as we told him "Wouldn't be the iceman without a little ice". But we all laughed as it only lasted a few minutes. Just enough to remind Black of the fury of three years ago. Just enough to remind all of us that this was not going to be some cake walk in the woods.
So from here on, the rest of the story plays out in the video. It was the most difficult two days of hiking I've ever done, but we made it to the top and accomplished our goal. This journey was not just for us, but for all those who joined in along the way. And it was a good feeling to be a part of it all.
I'll just say this though, this hike is for someone in their 20's and 30's. Not for those in their 40's and 50's like we were haha !
Lone Pine Lake
Rest stop at Outpost Camp - 10,360'
Looking back at Bighorn Park
Otzi Find Complex Elevation - 10,531' - Here Mr. Black paid tribute by caching some red deer meat and einkorn wheat flower
Trail Camp and a frosty night down into the teens. No fires allowed so had to get in the sleeping bags as soon as possible.
Mt. Whitney (far right) and the ridge in the morning light
Looking back at some of the 99 Switchbacks and Wotan's Throne - Trail Camp is near the tarn
Trail Crest second breakfast
Hitchcock Lakes below Mt. Hitchcock - beyond that the Kern River Gorge, the Kaweah Peaks, and the Mineral King area off in the distance
Looking back at the trail with the Siberian Plateau in the middle distance
Many short breaks to catch our breaths - the goal is in sight!
Crabtree Meadow, the Kern River Gorge, and the Kaweah Peaks
CY and Black on the summit!
Mission Accomplished!! Now to get down off this thing...