So, I've been training for a marathon.
Yes. A marathon. 26.2 miles of pavement pounding.
Luckily, it's a marathon that the first 20 miles and the last 6 miles are downhill.
(Note to nonrunners: Downhill is brutal.)
Not the point of this post though.
So, I've been training. And I've been doing considerably better than I did three years ago when I trained for the same marathon. Which is encouraging. But I have noticed an interesting side effect.
You'd think I would be sore and crabby. And surprisingly, I haven't been.
That much.
What the interesting part is that on Sundays, in primary where I teach six year olds--annoying six year olds--about Jesus and being nice and all good things associated with church, I want to rip their heads off.
Weird.
And, like the cat that immediately hones in on the one person sitting on your couch who DETESTS cats, these kids have smelled my disdain and latched on to me.
Literally.
One girl snuggles up close and climbs into my lap with her bony little butt that pierces the muscles that carried me 20 miles the day before. She rubs my arms incessantly (petting?) and plays with my hair. Another little boy will try to tickle me by jabbing his fingers into my ribs (weird?). And I'm not much of a touchy-feely kind of gal nor much of a lover of other people's children on a good day, but the day after running 20 miles, I'm a little sensitive as well.
So on these particular days when I'm beat up before I've even stepped through the door of the meetinghouse, I will sometimes stand in the back of the primary room. Besides, sometimes my legs don't ache as much when I'm standing.
If only I would have had a camera today to catch the face of the Primary President when she asked why I was standing in the corner and I replied:
"Because I ran 20 miles yesterday and I don't really appreciate some six year old telling me my arms are fat."
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Good Idea or Bad Idea
Today, my mom and I went to lunch at The Mediterranean Market in Salt Lake. We've been going to this place for many years now--20 maybe--and only recently have I actually looked around at what other businesses are around.
For example, in the same parking lot is a nondescript (no really. Nondescript, meaning that there is no name on the building, marquee, or, well, anywhere) building that employees a large number of people based on the parking lot:
Numerous drive bys over the years have not brought us any closer to what this mystery business is.
Inside the shop, there's the ethnic market where they have just about any weird food you could think of--we spent today by the canned snail aisle. But, there's also a cute little cafe set up.
They serve great sandwiches and salads. And their bread is to die for.
In fact, there really is only one downfall to this eatery. One that I can overlook for the sake of the food, but it's been very hard to do so ever since I realized exactly what it was I was looking at.
Across the street is a storage unit business and a hot tub business. Nothing sinister about that. Until the last time I was at the Mediterranean Market and I took a closer look at their sign (click on picture to enlarge):
Say it with me folks:
Ew.
Now, I have been in the position before where I've thought "I would do just about anything for a hot tub right now." Like after Kings Peak or an 18 mile run. But, I can honestly say, I've never thought "I would even go down to 3900 State Street and rent a room with a hot tub."
I'm shuddering even now.
For example, in the same parking lot is a nondescript (no really. Nondescript, meaning that there is no name on the building, marquee, or, well, anywhere) building that employees a large number of people based on the parking lot:
Numerous drive bys over the years have not brought us any closer to what this mystery business is.
Inside the shop, there's the ethnic market where they have just about any weird food you could think of--we spent today by the canned snail aisle. But, there's also a cute little cafe set up.
They serve great sandwiches and salads. And their bread is to die for.
In fact, there really is only one downfall to this eatery. One that I can overlook for the sake of the food, but it's been very hard to do so ever since I realized exactly what it was I was looking at.
Across the street is a storage unit business and a hot tub business. Nothing sinister about that. Until the last time I was at the Mediterranean Market and I took a closer look at their sign (click on picture to enlarge):
Say it with me folks:
Ew.
Now, I have been in the position before where I've thought "I would do just about anything for a hot tub right now." Like after Kings Peak or an 18 mile run. But, I can honestly say, I've never thought "I would even go down to 3900 State Street and rent a room with a hot tub."
I'm shuddering even now.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
What's For Dinner Wednesday--Ranch Crispy Chicken
Yay I'm back!
Ranch Crispy Chicken
1 envelope ranch dressing mix
1/4 C bread crumbs or cornflake crumbs (I had neither, so I used Special K)
Chicken
Combine the ranch dressing mix and the crumbs. Dip the chicken in. Bake at 375 for 50ish minutes or until the juice runs clear.
So insanely easy and yet so delicious. Probably would've been even better if it was warm, but seeing as I was waiting for Wade and then too hungry to heat it back up when I gave up waiting, it was cold. I served it with fried zucchini, which is SO good yet SO time consuming to make. Oh, and an Israeli melon and corn that I picked up at a roadside produce stand yesterday.
Quick, easy, and tasty.
Ranch Crispy Chicken
1 envelope ranch dressing mix
1/4 C bread crumbs or cornflake crumbs (I had neither, so I used Special K)
Chicken
Combine the ranch dressing mix and the crumbs. Dip the chicken in. Bake at 375 for 50ish minutes or until the juice runs clear.
So insanely easy and yet so delicious. Probably would've been even better if it was warm, but seeing as I was waiting for Wade and then too hungry to heat it back up when I gave up waiting, it was cold. I served it with fried zucchini, which is SO good yet SO time consuming to make. Oh, and an Israeli melon and corn that I picked up at a roadside produce stand yesterday.
Quick, easy, and tasty.
The Saga Ends
Okay, so we came, we saved, we conquered, and now we were headed back.
How Well Do You Know This Trail?
As we started our descent, we could hear the whir of helicopter blades slice through the air. And then we saw the life flight helicopter approach the downed scout. We watched as it hovered above the scout camped out on the slope of the mountain side. And then it landed down the hill a ways. It let out two EMTs who hiked up to the scout, and then--of all things--took off. We could hear it flying around and offered our guesses as to why it was flying around instead of, say, waiting to whisk a 16 year old having a heart attack off to the hospital.
Wade's guess was that the pilot wanted to explore the area. Only a few helicopters are equipped enough to go 12,000 feet, so it's a rare treat to get up there and have time to sight see.
My guess was that the helicopter sucked too much gas or something. Though thinking about it now, that doesn't make a lot of sense, since he was burning gas flying around. But at 13,000 feet your thinking is a little cloudy.
I can't remember if Hillary and Jeremy offered up their guesses.
So, we climbed down the rocks all while watching the rescue operation taking place. Finally, the helicopter returned and the two EMT's with the scout made their way to the machine and off they went.
And coincidently, so did our phone.
We made it down to the pass where we first encountered the scout troop in trouble and found that they had left. We thought we saw them over at the "chute" which is the quick way down, but not worth the risk for two people who are training for a marathon. So we went back the way we came. Luckily we knew they were camped at the same lake we were, for what that was worth.
A little ways down the trail we ran into a lone man. He was standing on the trail staring at the stream that had taken over the route.
"How well do you know this trail?" he asked Wade.
This is never a good sign. You never want to be out in the backcountry looking at a trail and wondering where to go next. You could walk for days out there. But luckily, we were on Guardian Angel Duty. He latched on to our hiking party and we walked on.
It was about this time that my bladder shifted from "think about finding a place" to "find a place now". There were only a few barriers to this. (a) The stranger now attached to our group (b) the many boy scout troops littering the trails, mostly up high where they have a birds eye view of everything and (c) no trees, no shelter, no privacy.
Meanwhile, Wade, who was drained from his escapades on the summit, wanted to stop and rest. Our new found friend took the opportunity to hog the ONE area I had seen in 2 miles that would be a suitable pee stop.
See. It doesn't pay to be nice.
So I patiently waited and then off we went and I was on a mission. This mission would fuel me ahead of the pack and to the top of the pass. Which had no place to pee either. But, then back down and almost back to camp I finally came across the one lone area in which I could pee.
Ah.
Back at camp, I climbed into the tent while Wade and Jeremy went to find our phone using only the information that they were camped at or around the same place we were. Luckily, we were being rewarded for our good deeds because they walked right to their camp and retrieved the phone.
They found out while they were there that the helicopter dropped off the two EMTs and then had to fly around burning off gas so that it could load another 180 pound person and still get off the ground at 12,000 feet. Also, the troop had called their bishop and the bishop wanted to pick up the cost of the phone--the rental and the charges for the minutes. So really, our only expense was in the weight of carrying the thing, which was not some small matter, being as it's a pretty big and heavy object:
But it was a small sacrifice to make.
Back at camp, we were sitting around the fire and it was around dusk. Wade looked over and said "don't be alarmed but there is a guy walking towards us with a shovel." It was little creepy. Turned out the guy was a little creepy, but he was a ranger and just out spreading the word about not littering and keeping our fires under control.
The next morning, we started out to the car 7 miles away. I had to perform minor surgery on the blisters on my litttle toes the night before using a pocket knife so I could hike out. I'm also pretty sure I'm going to lose both big toe toenails. The walk out was brutal on my feet, but we kept a pretty good pace. And even had time to goof off too.
Overall, we had an awesome time. I was really surprised that the hike in to Dollar Lake was as easy as it was (says the person training for a marathon). The only bad thing was that the mosquitoes were terrible. And no one mentioned that perhaps I should put bug spray on my rear end, lest I get bitten while peeing behind the bush. I mean, it wasn't like I was sitting out there contemplating the meaning of life or anything. I thought I was pretty quick in getting the deed done.
So imagine my surprise when I walked by the mirror as I was getting into the shower and noticed not one or two bites. But like 30.
P.S. We got word back about the scout. He's out of the hospital, recovering at home and the doctor said that had he not been rescued when he was he most likely would have sustained permanent damage. I have warm little fuzzies knowing that we were meant to be there at that time.
How Well Do You Know This Trail?
As we started our descent, we could hear the whir of helicopter blades slice through the air. And then we saw the life flight helicopter approach the downed scout. We watched as it hovered above the scout camped out on the slope of the mountain side. And then it landed down the hill a ways. It let out two EMTs who hiked up to the scout, and then--of all things--took off. We could hear it flying around and offered our guesses as to why it was flying around instead of, say, waiting to whisk a 16 year old having a heart attack off to the hospital.
Wade's guess was that the pilot wanted to explore the area. Only a few helicopters are equipped enough to go 12,000 feet, so it's a rare treat to get up there and have time to sight see.
My guess was that the helicopter sucked too much gas or something. Though thinking about it now, that doesn't make a lot of sense, since he was burning gas flying around. But at 13,000 feet your thinking is a little cloudy.
I can't remember if Hillary and Jeremy offered up their guesses.
So, we climbed down the rocks all while watching the rescue operation taking place. Finally, the helicopter returned and the two EMT's with the scout made their way to the machine and off they went.
And coincidently, so did our phone.
We made it down to the pass where we first encountered the scout troop in trouble and found that they had left. We thought we saw them over at the "chute" which is the quick way down, but not worth the risk for two people who are training for a marathon. So we went back the way we came. Luckily we knew they were camped at the same lake we were, for what that was worth.
A little ways down the trail we ran into a lone man. He was standing on the trail staring at the stream that had taken over the route.
"How well do you know this trail?" he asked Wade.
This is never a good sign. You never want to be out in the backcountry looking at a trail and wondering where to go next. You could walk for days out there. But luckily, we were on Guardian Angel Duty. He latched on to our hiking party and we walked on.
It was about this time that my bladder shifted from "think about finding a place" to "find a place now". There were only a few barriers to this. (a) The stranger now attached to our group (b) the many boy scout troops littering the trails, mostly up high where they have a birds eye view of everything and (c) no trees, no shelter, no privacy.
Meanwhile, Wade, who was drained from his escapades on the summit, wanted to stop and rest. Our new found friend took the opportunity to hog the ONE area I had seen in 2 miles that would be a suitable pee stop.
See. It doesn't pay to be nice.
So I patiently waited and then off we went and I was on a mission. This mission would fuel me ahead of the pack and to the top of the pass. Which had no place to pee either. But, then back down and almost back to camp I finally came across the one lone area in which I could pee.
Ah.
Back at camp, I climbed into the tent while Wade and Jeremy went to find our phone using only the information that they were camped at or around the same place we were. Luckily, we were being rewarded for our good deeds because they walked right to their camp and retrieved the phone.
They found out while they were there that the helicopter dropped off the two EMTs and then had to fly around burning off gas so that it could load another 180 pound person and still get off the ground at 12,000 feet. Also, the troop had called their bishop and the bishop wanted to pick up the cost of the phone--the rental and the charges for the minutes. So really, our only expense was in the weight of carrying the thing, which was not some small matter, being as it's a pretty big and heavy object:
Back at camp, we were sitting around the fire and it was around dusk. Wade looked over and said "don't be alarmed but there is a guy walking towards us with a shovel." It was little creepy. Turned out the guy was a little creepy, but he was a ranger and just out spreading the word about not littering and keeping our fires under control.
The next morning, we started out to the car 7 miles away. I had to perform minor surgery on the blisters on my litttle toes the night before using a pocket knife so I could hike out. I'm also pretty sure I'm going to lose both big toe toenails. The walk out was brutal on my feet, but we kept a pretty good pace. And even had time to goof off too.
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| Yes, we have Ipods in. I think we had shared all our stories by that point and were tired of our own voices. |
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| What am I doing? who knows. I'm tired, dirty, and sore. |
So imagine my surprise when I walked by the mirror as I was getting into the shower and noticed not one or two bites. But like 30.
P.S. We got word back about the scout. He's out of the hospital, recovering at home and the doctor said that had he not been rescued when he was he most likely would have sustained permanent damage. I have warm little fuzzies knowing that we were meant to be there at that time.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Coincidences and Miracles Continued
So there we were at the base of the actual summit. It was a pleasant afternoon and we had stopped to eat lunch before continuing up to the top. On one side of us was this:
The pathway to top. On the other was a group of boy scouts. At first, I thought they were goofing around and trying to make a call to their girlfriends. Wade butted into their conversation to mention he had a satellite phone. I thought "what are you doing? We have to pay for those minutes!" But as I listened closer, I realized they had a problem. Further down the trail, by the shortcut we opted to not take, lay a scout with heart problems. I kept thinking "a scout leader with heart problems hiked to Kings Peak?" But it turned out to be a 16 year old. He had had heart surgery 3 years ago and some cuckoo doctor said it would be okay for him to hike to Kings Peak. From the symptoms they were relaying across their walkie talkies, it sounded like a full blown heart attack. They had tried calling 911 from their cell phones at the site of the downed scout, and then had hiked to the pass in hopes that they'd get reception there. Their next move was to hike to the top and hope that a cell tower would reach them there. After that, their last option was to hike all the way out to the trailhead 14 miles away. Luckily we showed up just in time.
A side note about the satellite phone: When Wade was 15 or 16 he had an experience on a campout with a scout where the other scout almost died because they couldn't get him out fast enough. When Wade was made scoutmaster, he started taking a satellite phone with him on backpacking trips where they'd be without phone coverage. A few months ago, he called to rent the phone for our trip from the guy in Salt Lake and left a message with his wife about what days we would need it. The guy never called back and we forgot about it until about a week before our trip. By then we figured the phone would be gone and we never followed up on it. Wednesday afternoon, the satellite phone guy called Wade to see if he was going to pick up his phone for the weekend. So it was by pure luck we even had it with us.
So back to Kings. The scout leader called 911 and they were a little slow in understanding where it was we were and what it was we needed. At $1.75 a minute, this was a little aggravating. Finally, the scout guy got off the phone and said, "um, they want to call us back when they dispatch the helicopter." Meanwhile, the bipolar nature of the High Uintas had kicked into full swing and the storm clouds were starting to move in. So we made an executive decision. We left the $2000 rented satellite phone with complete strangers on a mountain pass and headed up.
Reminder: we (read: I) totally expected to summit in 1/2 hour tops. I mean, it's just a few boulders, right?
So we started up:
Holy Crap!
Those .6 miles were the LONGEST, HARDEST, SLOWEST .6 miles of my life. I don't think I could've gone slower if I had been crawling them. It took us close to an hour and a half to climb to the top. And every breath was agonizing. My head was pounding. My heart felt like it was going to explode.
Unless you were Hillary, who is apparently half mountain goat and scampered up seemingly without any problem.
Just below the peak, I came across a guy who was sitting and resting. He was with some of his (assumed) children. "Hey, you're the second girl I've seen up here."
"Yeah, the first one is half mountain goat." I replied.
"She said she was with her husband and kicking his butt. Are you here with your husband?"
I laughed and pointed DOWN the mountain to Wade who was pulling up the rear of our troupe.
Because while I was struggling to make it up, Wade was downright scary. As soon as we crossed over to 13,000 feet, he started complaining about not feeling good. He'd take two steps and have to rest. I asked him if he wanted to go back down (alone, because I was going to summit. It was my trip to begin with. I just brought him along to make the fire, cook the meals and keep me warm at night. :) ) but he said that he was going to keep going, so I left him to continue on at my own speed.
I scrambled up the last little bit to the very top where Hillary and Jeremy were waiting.
Utter Awesomeness!!!
I looked over the edge to see where Wade was and here's how I found him:
Yes, that's him doing the "airplane" 13,000 feet up and dangerously close to the edge. He really wasn't in any shape to be pulling stunts like that.
After a few minutes and a good ribbing by the guy just below the summit, Wade finally made it.
This picture doesn't tell the whole story. Wade looked completely different when he summited. Like he was going to throw up or take off all his clothes and run off the edge stark naked.
We were sharing the summit with a different boy scout troop then the ones currently holding our phone. They agreed to take this picture for us
before getting down to the task at hand, which was to hit golf balls (biodegradable, I'm sure) off the top of the mountain.
Once we were done at the top, all the fun left. Now we would have to hike back down and six miles back to our camp. Plus we had to find our phone. And I had to pee.
Did we find our phone? Did the scout get out alive? Did I show every scout in the area all I have to offer? Who else did we meet along the way that we used our saving powers to keep from perishing in the wilderness?
Ha. Tomorrow.
The pathway to top. On the other was a group of boy scouts. At first, I thought they were goofing around and trying to make a call to their girlfriends. Wade butted into their conversation to mention he had a satellite phone. I thought "what are you doing? We have to pay for those minutes!" But as I listened closer, I realized they had a problem. Further down the trail, by the shortcut we opted to not take, lay a scout with heart problems. I kept thinking "a scout leader with heart problems hiked to Kings Peak?" But it turned out to be a 16 year old. He had had heart surgery 3 years ago and some cuckoo doctor said it would be okay for him to hike to Kings Peak. From the symptoms they were relaying across their walkie talkies, it sounded like a full blown heart attack. They had tried calling 911 from their cell phones at the site of the downed scout, and then had hiked to the pass in hopes that they'd get reception there. Their next move was to hike to the top and hope that a cell tower would reach them there. After that, their last option was to hike all the way out to the trailhead 14 miles away. Luckily we showed up just in time.
A side note about the satellite phone: When Wade was 15 or 16 he had an experience on a campout with a scout where the other scout almost died because they couldn't get him out fast enough. When Wade was made scoutmaster, he started taking a satellite phone with him on backpacking trips where they'd be without phone coverage. A few months ago, he called to rent the phone for our trip from the guy in Salt Lake and left a message with his wife about what days we would need it. The guy never called back and we forgot about it until about a week before our trip. By then we figured the phone would be gone and we never followed up on it. Wednesday afternoon, the satellite phone guy called Wade to see if he was going to pick up his phone for the weekend. So it was by pure luck we even had it with us.
So back to Kings. The scout leader called 911 and they were a little slow in understanding where it was we were and what it was we needed. At $1.75 a minute, this was a little aggravating. Finally, the scout guy got off the phone and said, "um, they want to call us back when they dispatch the helicopter." Meanwhile, the bipolar nature of the High Uintas had kicked into full swing and the storm clouds were starting to move in. So we made an executive decision. We left the $2000 rented satellite phone with complete strangers on a mountain pass and headed up.
Reminder: we (read: I) totally expected to summit in 1/2 hour tops. I mean, it's just a few boulders, right?
So we started up:
Holy Crap!
Those .6 miles were the LONGEST, HARDEST, SLOWEST .6 miles of my life. I don't think I could've gone slower if I had been crawling them. It took us close to an hour and a half to climb to the top. And every breath was agonizing. My head was pounding. My heart felt like it was going to explode.
Unless you were Hillary, who is apparently half mountain goat and scampered up seemingly without any problem.
Just below the peak, I came across a guy who was sitting and resting. He was with some of his (assumed) children. "Hey, you're the second girl I've seen up here."
"Yeah, the first one is half mountain goat." I replied.
"She said she was with her husband and kicking his butt. Are you here with your husband?"
I laughed and pointed DOWN the mountain to Wade who was pulling up the rear of our troupe.
Because while I was struggling to make it up, Wade was downright scary. As soon as we crossed over to 13,000 feet, he started complaining about not feeling good. He'd take two steps and have to rest. I asked him if he wanted to go back down (alone, because I was going to summit. It was my trip to begin with. I just brought him along to make the fire, cook the meals and keep me warm at night. :) ) but he said that he was going to keep going, so I left him to continue on at my own speed.
I scrambled up the last little bit to the very top where Hillary and Jeremy were waiting.
Utter Awesomeness!!!
I looked over the edge to see where Wade was and here's how I found him:
Yes, that's him doing the "airplane" 13,000 feet up and dangerously close to the edge. He really wasn't in any shape to be pulling stunts like that.
After a few minutes and a good ribbing by the guy just below the summit, Wade finally made it.
This picture doesn't tell the whole story. Wade looked completely different when he summited. Like he was going to throw up or take off all his clothes and run off the edge stark naked.
We were sharing the summit with a different boy scout troop then the ones currently holding our phone. They agreed to take this picture for us
Did we find our phone? Did the scout get out alive? Did I show every scout in the area all I have to offer? Who else did we meet along the way that we used our saving powers to keep from perishing in the wilderness?
Ha. Tomorrow.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Coincidences and Miracles
Like I previously mentioned once or twice we hiked Kings Peak--the highest peak in Utah at 13,528 feet--this last weekend.
To say it was awesome would be an understatement.
Now is a Time I Wish My Thighs Didn't Rub Together
We left Thursday morning, dropping the kids off at Wade's parents on our way out of town. The quickest and easiest route to the top started about 3.5 hours from Salt Lake, into Wyoming and on dirt road. When we got to the trailhead we were all surprised by the number of cars that were there. I knew this was a popular hike, but I didn't think it would be that popular. There were a TON of people.
We got suited up with our bags. Wade topped off with the heaviest bag and Hillary had the lightest. However, Hillary, her husband, Jeremy, and I were packing in close to 1/4 of our body weight while Wade was closer to 1/5 his body weight. Which explains why he was so fast.
Hillary is a running machine. She's pretty fast, but she's also pretty short--5'1. The backpack shortened her stride and she made this comment as we started out: "Now is the time I wish my thighs didn't rub together." Classic.
What I failed to mention to Hillary and Jeremy was that Wade is a freakin' backpacking machine. He doesn't stop to take breaks or anything, just plowing through the miles like they are city blocks. We made it to camp 7.2 miles away in just under three and a half hours maintaining a slightly faster pace than 2 miles per hour which was how fast we thought we could hike in. It had rained a little bit, but the storm passed quickly and we didn't get that wet. The skies were cloudless for the rest of the day and night.
You Don't Even Know What a Brothel Is. It's a Hostel You're Thinking Of.
About a mile and a half before we set up camp, we had to walk through this marshy area that got our shoes and our socks wet and muddy. We were wading through it with a boy scout troop. As we came up to the troop I could hear the boys complaining about how far it was and then I heard a leader say "you don't even know what a brothel is. It's a hostel you're thinking of." This made me laugh out loud. Apparently, the boys were saying the next trip they wanted to stay at a "brothel". I'm sure they would!
By the time we reached Dollar Lake, where we were setting up camp, my feet had almost dried. But then Wade took us up through a spot that was wet and immediately, they were wet again. I wasn't really expecting to be walking through water so I didn't pack any extra socks. I changed my socks once we got camp set up, but then those socks got immediately wet from my shoes. So I was in a position where on day one my shoes looked like this:
And I was down to one pair of dry socks. I camped out in the tent for a little while, reading:
hoping my shoes, socks, and feet would dry. Finally I had to come up with a new plan. I hobbled outside and convinced Wade and Jeremy to start a fire. Then we spent the next 5 hours trying to dry our socks and shoes:
I almost had my socks dry and then I forgot about them and they burned. :( So I was down to one pair of good socks and another pair of running socks that were still sopping wet. This was not how to start a 13 mile trek to the top of a mountain.
Sidenote: check out my sexy fleece pants. Wade tried to get me to keep them home because they were just added weight, but I put my foot down. I'm really glad I did, considering my pants were wet as well from the hike in and they're comfy.
That night I slept relatively well. I had packed toe warmers that adhered to my socks in the sleeping bag and those kept me nice and warm.
You're the Second Girl I've Seen Up Here. The First One Said She Was Kicking Her Husband's Butt. Are You Here With Your Husband?
The next morning started out pretty innocuous. We had wanted to get a start by about 8 am to the peak, but Wade and I slept in a little bit and it was 8:40 before we headed out. The skies were perfect:
We hiked out and got to the first "shortcut":
None of us were interested in scrambling up the rocks so we kept to the switchback. It probably added a lot of time and mileage, but considering what we would have to scale later, I think we made the right decision.
The next shortcut I didn't get a picture of, but you come up to a pass--Gunsight Pass--at about 12,000 feet. The main trail has you drop down 1000 feet or so and then climb back up. However, when you get there, the last thing you want to do is go down, so a lot of people scramble up a ridge. We watched a group do it, then sit down at the top, obviously winded. They stayed there for about a half an hour as we hiked down and back up on the main trail.
We made our way to the pass --Anderson Pass--about .6 miles below the summit in about 2 hours and 45 minutes. Not bad. I really thought we'd summit fairly soon. But that's where our trip turned.
And that's for tomorrow.
Ouch. I know.
To say it was awesome would be an understatement.
Now is a Time I Wish My Thighs Didn't Rub Together
We left Thursday morning, dropping the kids off at Wade's parents on our way out of town. The quickest and easiest route to the top started about 3.5 hours from Salt Lake, into Wyoming and on dirt road. When we got to the trailhead we were all surprised by the number of cars that were there. I knew this was a popular hike, but I didn't think it would be that popular. There were a TON of people.
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| Hillary and me at the trailhead |
We got suited up with our bags. Wade topped off with the heaviest bag and Hillary had the lightest. However, Hillary, her husband, Jeremy, and I were packing in close to 1/4 of our body weight while Wade was closer to 1/5 his body weight. Which explains why he was so fast.
Hillary is a running machine. She's pretty fast, but she's also pretty short--5'1. The backpack shortened her stride and she made this comment as we started out: "Now is the time I wish my thighs didn't rub together." Classic.
What I failed to mention to Hillary and Jeremy was that Wade is a freakin' backpacking machine. He doesn't stop to take breaks or anything, just plowing through the miles like they are city blocks. We made it to camp 7.2 miles away in just under three and a half hours maintaining a slightly faster pace than 2 miles per hour which was how fast we thought we could hike in. It had rained a little bit, but the storm passed quickly and we didn't get that wet. The skies were cloudless for the rest of the day and night.
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| Wade and me after the rainstorm |
About a mile and a half before we set up camp, we had to walk through this marshy area that got our shoes and our socks wet and muddy. We were wading through it with a boy scout troop. As we came up to the troop I could hear the boys complaining about how far it was and then I heard a leader say "you don't even know what a brothel is. It's a hostel you're thinking of." This made me laugh out loud. Apparently, the boys were saying the next trip they wanted to stay at a "brothel". I'm sure they would!
By the time we reached Dollar Lake, where we were setting up camp, my feet had almost dried. But then Wade took us up through a spot that was wet and immediately, they were wet again. I wasn't really expecting to be walking through water so I didn't pack any extra socks. I changed my socks once we got camp set up, but then those socks got immediately wet from my shoes. So I was in a position where on day one my shoes looked like this:
And I was down to one pair of dry socks. I camped out in the tent for a little while, reading:
hoping my shoes, socks, and feet would dry. Finally I had to come up with a new plan. I hobbled outside and convinced Wade and Jeremy to start a fire. Then we spent the next 5 hours trying to dry our socks and shoes:
I almost had my socks dry and then I forgot about them and they burned. :( So I was down to one pair of good socks and another pair of running socks that were still sopping wet. This was not how to start a 13 mile trek to the top of a mountain.
Sidenote: check out my sexy fleece pants. Wade tried to get me to keep them home because they were just added weight, but I put my foot down. I'm really glad I did, considering my pants were wet as well from the hike in and they're comfy.
That night I slept relatively well. I had packed toe warmers that adhered to my socks in the sleeping bag and those kept me nice and warm.
You're the Second Girl I've Seen Up Here. The First One Said She Was Kicking Her Husband's Butt. Are You Here With Your Husband?
The next morning started out pretty innocuous. We had wanted to get a start by about 8 am to the peak, but Wade and I slept in a little bit and it was 8:40 before we headed out. The skies were perfect:
We hiked out and got to the first "shortcut":
None of us were interested in scrambling up the rocks so we kept to the switchback. It probably added a lot of time and mileage, but considering what we would have to scale later, I think we made the right decision.
The next shortcut I didn't get a picture of, but you come up to a pass--Gunsight Pass--at about 12,000 feet. The main trail has you drop down 1000 feet or so and then climb back up. However, when you get there, the last thing you want to do is go down, so a lot of people scramble up a ridge. We watched a group do it, then sit down at the top, obviously winded. They stayed there for about a half an hour as we hiked down and back up on the main trail.
We made our way to the pass --Anderson Pass--about .6 miles below the summit in about 2 hours and 45 minutes. Not bad. I really thought we'd summit fairly soon. But that's where our trip turned.
And that's for tomorrow.
Ouch. I know.
#58--Hike Kings Peak
I can almost count on one hand the number of times I went camping growing up--including the annual girls camp with the church. So, imagine my surprise when I got married and Wade took me down to the local recreational outlet store to get fitted with a backpack.
You know, so we could pack all our stuff in our bags, walk for long periods of time to the middle of nowhere and fend off bears.
Being newly married and trying to impress, I feigned excitement.
Then we went on our first backpacking trip. It was a short--3 miles maybe--hike in and we hiked back out in time to make it to church on time the next day. Not bad.
Over the next few years, we went out a couple of times a year--looking back, definitely not as much as we should have gone out considering we didn't have weekend jobs or children. But we had a lot of fun. And then Wade told me about Kings Peak. I had never heard of it, but I was intrigued. We had planned to go over Labor Day one year, but a series of job changes and school kept us from actually doing it. By the next year I was pregnant and the trip was put on a permanent back burner.
Fast forward to 2007 when I was compiling my list. Hike King's Peak made it's entry and I kind of laughed at how improbable it was. But then last summer I was talking about it with a friend and we decided that 2010 was the year we were going to do it. The original plan had 10-12 couples from the ward, but over the course of the year, everyone backed out except for the four of us.
Friday, July 30, 2010, I crossed this off my list when I summited the peak at about 1:30 pm. There were a lot of things that happened and we met some fantastic people. To keep this post short, I'm going to post about the actual trip--with pictures--in another post.
12 down, 88 more to go.
You know, so we could pack all our stuff in our bags, walk for long periods of time to the middle of nowhere and fend off bears.
Being newly married and trying to impress, I feigned excitement.
Then we went on our first backpacking trip. It was a short--3 miles maybe--hike in and we hiked back out in time to make it to church on time the next day. Not bad.
Over the next few years, we went out a couple of times a year--looking back, definitely not as much as we should have gone out considering we didn't have weekend jobs or children. But we had a lot of fun. And then Wade told me about Kings Peak. I had never heard of it, but I was intrigued. We had planned to go over Labor Day one year, but a series of job changes and school kept us from actually doing it. By the next year I was pregnant and the trip was put on a permanent back burner.
Fast forward to 2007 when I was compiling my list. Hike King's Peak made it's entry and I kind of laughed at how improbable it was. But then last summer I was talking about it with a friend and we decided that 2010 was the year we were going to do it. The original plan had 10-12 couples from the ward, but over the course of the year, everyone backed out except for the four of us.
Friday, July 30, 2010, I crossed this off my list when I summited the peak at about 1:30 pm. There were a lot of things that happened and we met some fantastic people. To keep this post short, I'm going to post about the actual trip--with pictures--in another post.
12 down, 88 more to go.
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