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Or our grand
misadventures on the way to re-conquer Tabeguache.
And we're off... course,
of course. We struck out on what we believed to be the same trail
the next morning. But remember our 10 minutes of "off-roading" to
find a campsite? When we back-tracked to the trail, we apparently
got on the Colorado Trail, and missed Brown's Creek Trail.
This became apparent to
those of us who were sensitive to the fact that (a) we were not
performing a net gain in altitude, and (b) our general direction was
shifting around more than it should have been.
Here we are trying to
sort this out.
The conclusion we came to
was that we had gone so far down the Colorado Trail as to render return
to Brown's Creek pretty painful, whereas if we stayed our current
course, we would end up at the base of Shavano, a relatively easy climb
for the next day. I had climbed Shavano on Reggie Smith's fabled
last CO trip in 1996.
always in search of the most difficult path, charitably decided to hike
back to Kenn's truck, and drive it around to the base of the Shavano
climb, so that we wouldn't have to make that same traverse ourselves,
after the peak.
Here he is conferring
with Adam on the best way back to the cars.
We beat Jim to the rendez
vous by about two hours. He ultimately called us from the truck
(cell coverage now being pretty ubiquitous, even in the wilderness) and
suggesting that we just "scratch", i.e. head back into town for some
mexican food and beer.
Me at high camp.
This was easily my most difficult backpacking experience. Perhaps
I was out of shape, or perhaps I was carrying too much weight.
In any case, after the
day was done, we found a lovely spot about an hour up the Shavano Trail
from the CO Trail.
After about eight hours
spent out on the trail, I checked my GPS, and we had gained only 100
feet in altitude.
Adam warming up at our
We were in clear
violation of the fire ban, as we had been every year since I can
remember. Well, since at least 2000. We were surprised at
the outset of the Massive climb this year
(2007) to learn that there was no fire ban. We generally only
inquire so that we can determine how stealthy we need to be.
The morning after this
picture was taken, a busy-body hiker stuck her head into our camp and
reminded us of the ban. We blew her off until we saw her jump on
her radio and notify someone else, at which point we promptly did our
best to appear to be in compliance...
Jim expounding on some
vast conspiracy theory involving the military industrial complex.
Next: Shavano Summit