The Danphoenix rises again from the ashes to offer forth more words on Escalante before disappearing once more into flame:
Noted on T-Clog's refusal to get trekking poles. Indeed, I remembered one of the things we had talked about early on, and which we should maybe return to; which is the idea of this trip more as a retreat into one of the world's most peaceful and beautiful places, rather than a test of our physical limits. Some of us have a tendency to turn most the most ordinary of backpacking trips into an homage to the Bataan Death March, but I think could benefit greatly from resisting that urge more often. Not only is there the obvious issue of not indulging one's self in the environment, there's also the reality that we simply cannot assume that we'll all be in the same physical condition when we get together.
I'm back on board with the idea of backpacking to a "base camp" sort of place in a day or day & a half and doing day hikes from there (which would mean packing along a day pack for toting lunches, water bottles, field guides, etc.).
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Yo tambien.
It should be a relaxing but spirited adventure.
It would be great to not be so worn out at the end of the day that we can stay up past dark and experience the stars.
Since T-Clog's in this conversation, you'd better specify "not the Hardee's Star."
Funny bastard. :) Someone has to bring a watch or we will go mad and we will go to bed at 4 pm thinking that it has to be about 10 pm. Dan remember the trip to the everglades in SD?
How could I not. It consumed a year of my life (or so it seemed, that one looooong afternoon).
Camping immediately turns your clock back 150 years. People able to survive on 4 hours of sleep and stay up until 2:00am every night suddenly find themsselves asleep at 7:00pm.
But I've never in my life experienced anything like that afternoon in soggy North Dakota, literally on an island in the midst of a sea of flooded grassland. We put in what seemed to be a full day of hiking/wading/slogging and finally reached the site of our camp. Then we hung around, and hung around, and napped, and hung around some more, and napped again, then hung around some more, and finally decided to turn in for the night only to wake up a number of hours later IN A WORLD THAT WAS STILL IN DAYLIGHT.
We could put veggies on your trekking poles and then we could have kabobs for lunch.
I could put my trekking poles up your ass and prop you up for shade from the hot desert sun.
If you do, you will loose all the buttery goodness and you will be left with a rasin of a man.
I sort of expect you to have already lost the buttery goodness by that time. Looking back at the path we have trod, I expect to see a set of buttery footprints intermixed with bubbly fallen beads of buttersweat.
Just what I need: an Escalante excursion with my two friends, buttsweat and buttersweet.
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