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Day 4 Crossing the Rubicon

  • Samuel Emigrant
  • Aug 3, 2017
  • 3 min read

I often talk about Murphy's Law. What can go wrong will go wrong. Mr. Murphy and I have an understanding, he will raise his ugly head and I promise to be prepared for him. Planning ahead and preparing for everything is important when embarking on any journey. So far, my hips felt great (if you read my earlier blogs you would know I had my second hip replaced back in November), I don't have any muscle soreness, all of my training was paying off. Unfortunately, my knee was in bad shape. I've never had knee problems! I convinced myself it was one of the benefits of being bowlegged. ;)

As part of my planning, I also planned for the potential for emergency. In this case I had identified three different points along the trail where I could bail out down to Lake Tahoe. The Rubicon Trail, Barker Pass and an Alpine Meadows ski area service road would all lead me down to Hwy 89 along the west shore of Lake Tahoe. If I ran into real problems, I had prearranged an emergency contact in our friends Nick and Kathy Pappis who live in South Lake Tahoe and were willing to come to the rescue.

I knew that I had three more days of climbing to reach Donner Pass, and moving forward with the condition my knee was in could jeopardize my health or lead to a serious emergency. I reviewed my maps and plan and decided I would need to hike out of the Sierras and end my trip early. Definitely disappointing but again, the right decision. That still meant a 9 mile hike down along the famous Rubicon 4WD Jeep trail.

I was hoping I would be able to hitchhike a ride in a nice Jeep. What were the chances one would be going out on a Wednesday? I had a 1.7 mile hike down from Richardson Lake to the Rubicon trail and then another 7-8 miles out to Hwy 89. A number of Jeep caravans used the trail this day. These Jeeps were all highly modified machines with oversized tires and massive suspension. The only problem is they are all two seaters and stuffed to the gills with gear. There would be no ride to the lake and I resigned myself to hiking the entire distance.

Once I got down to Hwy 89 I knew there was bus service into Tahoe City where I could find a hotel and services. This wasn't a true emergency because I was still ambulatory so I left Nick and Kathy alone. A tattooed kid on a bike rode up to the bus stop as I was waiting and could have worked for the County. He gave me the whole talk on the bus service, how to transfer, to tell the bus driver and they would call ahead and hold the bus to Truckee. We waited just 15 minutes and jumped on the bus. While on the bus ride I went online on my phone and found a hotel room at the famous Truckee Hotel (est. 1873) below, situated a block from the bus and Amtrak station. The bus traveled through the Squaw Valley resort on it's route to Truckee. Unfortunately I was in the Tram parking lot on a bus and not at the top of the mountain where I planned to be. The consolation was a nice bed and a burger, fries and beer at the bar downstairs. I was actually able to Uber the last 10 miles up to Donner Pass the next morning to rescue the car and head back down to the Bay

Area. Time to head home and dial up my Orthopedic Surgeon. "Doc, great work on the hips, how are you with knees? I have a big hike planned on the PCT in Oregon next year. Can you have me ready?" Stay tuned!

 
 
 

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I'm a double hip recipient approaching 60 but I'm not ready to stop exploring the wilderness.  I'm documenting my goal to be the first of my kind to hike the state of Oregon on the PCT, July 2018.  Subscribe below to follow my progress.  Thanks! 

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Keith means "Lover of Nature and the Outdoors"

I was introduced to Backpacking in 8th grade by Mr. Landfear, who taught Horticulture-Ecology.  He would take a group of kids a couple times a year backpacking in Yosemite or Desolation Wilderness. He knew Yosemite like the back of his hand.

 

His first lesson was always leave your campsite in better condition than you found it.  That man could spy an aspirin size piece of foil in the dirt from 25 yds. I never forgot the lesson. I've packed a sizable amount of garbage out over the years that wasn't mine to begin with.  

I have been backpacking with the same group of guys in one combination or another now for 43 years. We all experienced the same 7th and 8th grade Science department at Mendenhall Junior High School in Livermore, CA. (Mr. Carlson also lead trips to Yosemite.) Quite remarkable when you think about it. There were a couple years when injuries or ailments shut someone down and we picked another adventure together (Salmon Fishing at Deception Pass followed by Car Camping in the Northern Cascades or there was the year we fished King Salmon on the Kenai and Halibut on the Cook Inslet in Alaska.  

 

There was a period of backpacking with friends I met while attending CAL, including a few trips combined with guys from both groups.  For the last 30 years it's been just the original Moles from Mendenhall.  We have been all over the Central Sierras, including Yosemite, Emigrant Wilderness, Desolation Wilderness and the Stanislaus National Forest. During the years living in WA State there were Cascade trips into Alpine Wilderness and North Cascades National Park. Recently, while living in CT I have explored a bit of the Appalachian Trail packing the MA and CT sections.

A great new pair of Vasque boots has given me a new lease on my packing life. I plan to keep going. Next year at age 58 (after my second Hip resurfacing) I have a few trips in mind for CA, WA and NH on both the PCT and AT.  And then the biggee at age 59, 380 miles of the Oregon PCT.  The guys are skeptical but, of one thing there is no doubt, I know they will have a hard time not showing up for at least part of the ride.

Remember, be nice to Mother Nature!

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