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I visited the almighty store of Target today in search of something that is rapidly become a necessity – a sweatband. Sweat dripping down into my eyes is very aggravating!

Yesterday’s bout on the treadmill went well… 22.5 lbs of weight on the back. I found a good use for those weights I still had from trying a Beachbody weightlifting program last year. 🙂 One round 10lb, and one round 5lb weight, plus a sleeping bag to provide volume, and of course, the weight of the pack itself. I think I still have some stuff in the top detachable lid that helped add some of the weight.

I’m going to have to work on my balance. I kept trying to glance out the window to see what the weather was doing, and it kept throwing me strides on the narrow treadmill off. I lurch, and my pack lurches with me!

It was a long day at work today – 2 hour delay on account of the weather, and then a 9.5 hour day on top of that. I’ll barely have time to type this, eat dinner, exercise, run a vacuum around for a bit, then topple into bed for a 9 hour day at work tomorrow. Nothing new on the Trail front, unless you count the sweatband purchase… but I am noticing a flatter stomach. This makes me smile.

Ciao!

Just Don’t Go

If the groundhog sees his shadow today, six more weeks of planning!

I took an unplanned, but I think much needed, zero day yesterday. I did not even gaze upon yon treadmill, though I did think of it. It is 4 am now, and I will go back to sleep shortly – the wind and snow are really whipping around out there.

Items crossed off the massive to-do list:

• Bought pack cover
• Bought titanium cookset kit

Past thru-hikers say that no one ever comes back the same person they were when they started. I can’t wait to see who God and the trail will make me to be by the end! A better person, I hope. I can’t hope for the kind of transformation the lead guy went through in “Groundhog Day”, but I was never that interested in playing piano or ice sculpturing anyway. 🙂 I bet I’ll be a whiz at packing a backpack though!

Deep thoughts from a sleepy 4’am’er. Just listen to that wind!

G’night!

I thought I’d be bouncing and joyful today, one whole month gone and only two more to go, but truth to tell, I feel very off-kilter! The clouds look creepy, there’s a blizzard coming in, my camping gear is still strewn about the car, and in the endless Litany of the Boots, I think I oversized a half-size – either I exchange, or stuff the toes, and I’d rather exchange. But I’m not going out to exchange tonight!

I’ll be out on the treadmill tonight, with a 20lb pack – time to ramp it up again. The most of me wishes I were out in Vermont, where my sister is taking her vows tomorrow as a Benedictine nun, but I will be here. Snowbound. I’ve never really experienced a true Nebraska blizzard, it should be interesting. There was that one time in Boston, where I was stuck in my dorm room for days with a loaf of cheap bread, a package of funny meat, and a little jar of mustard… I’m better prepared this time.

But still off kilter. I guess, tomorrow, I’ll do some cleaning, then start organizing stuff to pack up to put in storage while I am gone. And surfing discount gear sites online to find the things I still need to buy.

Ciao! Sorry for the unkilterness!

Go the Distance

This is going to be a very long one! I’ll do the summary first.

Performed to expectations, or higher:
Trekking poles (!!)
Tent
Sleeping bag
Sleeping bag liner
Sleeping pad
Backpack
Water bottles
Betsy’s legs
Betsy’s feet

Needs practicing with:
Backpacking stove
Packing and repacking the backpack

Needs to be replaced / enhanced:
clothing (!!)
mess kit
med kit
headlight
water bottles
Betsy’s mapreading ability, or observational skills
Betsy’s common sense

Not tested:
Water treatment drops
Water pump & filter

*Very long account commences*

Well, I got to the park around 1:45, and promptly hit the first hurdle of bad planning – I’d brought cash for the park fee, but not enough to cover the camping fee. No matter! I dashed out to a nearby town, and found an open bar with an ATM. In the first hurdle of good planning, I filled my two 1-liter collapsible water bottles there as well, figuring there would be no water available in the park in the wintertime. (I was right about that.) The drinks BEHIND the bar looked very tempting, too, but… no.

Hiking commenced about 2:30. I picked a trail that, according to the map, had plenty of backcountry tenting sites and Adirondack shelters along it, where I planned to pitch camp. Truth to tell, I never saw ONE. And I should have, I walked far enough, according to the map. My water bottles were out of reach unless I took my pack off (bad planning – I have to figure out how to fix that), but a small bag of GORP and two nut and honey bars were attached to my shoulder strap by a carabiner, within easy reach (good planning).

Here’s where my trekking poles proved their weight in gold. I’d figured the trails would be muddy, with all the snowmelt, but I didn’t realize just HOW muddy. The trail started off with a pretty steep little hill, coated in mud, and I found myself ‘skiing’ with the poles to avoid slipping back down; plant both tips behind me, and push off, upwards. Release, repeat. Even so, I must have been carrying a couple pounds worth of mud on the boots! Mercifully, though, there were long stretches where I could walk on fallen leaves, or the sides of the trail, make some ground, and clean off some of the mud. But it got everywhere! I literally could not have made it without the poles. There was a lot of up and down; oddly enough, during this, I got a blister at the base of my thumb from the pressure of pushing against the poles. After a while, particularly on the way back, I stopped caring about the mud (see below).

I don’t know how far I walked, but I walked about an hour or so in, I’d estimate, and couldn’t find any tent sites or shelters. I was also starting to get cold, despite my fleece parka – I was sweating pretty hard under it, and in a cotton shirt, which provides zero warmth when it gets wet (BAD planning! BAD!). I knew if I stopped moving before it dried, I’ll get really cold really quickly. So I came to a trail junction, but though the trails were clearly marked, the map was confusing. I made the decision to turn around and go back the way I came, while I still had daylight enough to get back to the parking lot, find a “front-country” campsite (after all, I’d paid for it), set up camp, and cook dinner. I also stopped for a “snack break” – a couple handfuls of GORP to provide some needed energy.

Walking back down took about half the time, I swear; I was hurrying, and I’d mastered the trick of moving too quickly to slide in the mud, or let too much collect on the boots. When I got back to the car, I drank about half a liter of water, and cranked up the heater to warm up. I picked a camping spot next to a picnic table, and across from the modern restroom, but further from the outhouse at the road junction. (bad planning! The restroom was closed for the winter!)

Setting up the tent and gear was painless, I’ve done it before. One trick I learned was to put the sleeping pad inside the sleeping bag; that way you don’t wake up in the middle of the night having slid off the thing, and have to reposition yourself. That done, it was time to make dinner, and that led to a comedy of errors. I’d brought along a Knorr rice dish that required cooking, and as a backup, two of those silly Starkist “mix your own tuna salad” kits. (Good and bad planning – good to have a “no-cook” option, bad to have the smell of tuna fish lingering nearby.)

Two stoves. One a small backpacking stove that screws onto a propane canister, and one a “emergency” camping stove that holds three fuel pellets. Propane-fed stoves hate me, and I haven’t figured out how to work them very well; one went to pieces on me a few weeks ago, and I could not get this one to light. The emergency stove worked well enough – that is, the pellets obligingly lit, but I could not position my small cooking pot properly. It slanted. When I tried to straighten it (after overfilling it by accident), it not-so-obliging dumped water and uncooked rice onto the flaming fuel tablets, which quickly went out. So much for a hot, cooked meal! I used the second liter of water to clean the dishes, and resigned myself to tuna salad, water, and GORP.

Night fell. I crawled into the sleeping bag, and Kindled away a good chunk of time. As the night went on, I added the sleeping bag liner inside as well; that usually lowers the sleeping bag temperature rating by about 10 degrees. My bag was rated for 20 degrees and higher, but I get cold very easily, so I needed the additional warmth. It worked; but I still could not sleep. Acid reflux made an unwelcome visit (bad planning! Add antacids to the med kit!), and my head decided it needed to ache. (Good planning – I had Advil in the kit.) Plus a ranger kept driving back, shining lights into my tent – he was looking for two Mexican women who were apparently missing, I never did find out what that was all about.

Anyway, about 11 pm, I threw in the towel. I’d done everything I wanted to, tested everything I wanted to test, and I just couldn’t sleep. Packing up was easy, because I didn’t. I just broke down the tent, threw everything into the car, and drove 90 minutes home. I’m going to have to work on packing/unpacking: arranging things in the backpack in order of priority, compressing bulky items to save space, making sure essential items (snacks, water) are accessible without taking the pack off. But that I can do at home.

Was it a failure? Looking back, I’d say not. I did everything but sleep out there. I learned why trekking poles are essential, I learned what I need to improve on, what I did right, and what equipment I need to replace or work on, and that a sleeping bag liner is a lightweight necessity for me on cold nights. I was very happy to realize that all the exercise seems to be paying off – carrying the pack while hiking was not one of the problems I recognized. 🙂 And I know it had to weigh more than 17.5 lbs, though I never weighed it! My back, arms, and hips are a little sore this morning, but nothing bad. The heel blisters have healed; no feet problems, legs held up well.

Today I start breaking in the new boots. Today is a “rest day”. But I feel restless, so I might go for a long walk anyway, sans pack.

Ciao!

The operation was a success, but the patient died? More later once I analyze Operation Gear Shakedown.

An early post today, since I’ll be off the grid tonight.

Yesterday, I strapped on the pack, and we took a 50 minute walk around the neighborhood. It was great to break away from the treadmill, and I got to experience the downhills, not just the uphill inclines! The sidewalks were still a bit icy, so I had to be extra careful at times; good practice. 🙂 I’m assuming that I walked 2 miles, given the amount of time I was out, but can’t say for certain.

I’m really excited about tonight’s camping trip/gear shakedown. I don’t have the right type of clothing yet- it’s all cotton, ugh – but I’ll take along an additional set of clothing to change into if the originals get too perspired upon and damp. The State Park is only an hour and a half drive away, so I will head out about noon or so.

I’d hoped for sun, but it’s pretty cloudy out. Oh, well, can’t have everything.

Ciao!

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