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Creeping Doubt

  • Samuel Emigrant
  • Nov 6, 2018
  • 3 min read

Day 13 brought an overwhelming sense of doubt whether I would be able to continue on this hike. Yesterday was a tough day of hiking. I stepped awkwardly a number of times that returned a sharp pain in my arthritic left knee. Up to now the gel and cortisone injection seemed to be doing the job. I only had a problem if I twisted or hyper extended my knee, which was a semi regular occurrence. So far no swelling, but I was afraid deterioration was right around the corner. I sent a message home, today was to be the moment of truth and point of no return.

I knew the last major artery to civilization was coming up just a few miles ahead at Santium Pass on Highway 20. I was starting to doubt whether I could make today's climb. I started late, deciding to get morning coffee in the A-Frame kitchen and then a good breakfast at the youth camp, getting onto the trail around 9:30 a.m., three hours later than usual. I passed a very unusual site of a logging machine cutting and stacking trees (Pic 2).

I know the biggest hurdle for me to overcoming any obstacle is usually mental. I also know that if I just start, I usually persevere. I knew I had a significant climb ahead and the temperature was getting hot. I decided I would try today's hike and see how I felt in the morning. If the knee got worse I could hike back out to Highway 20 and hitchhike down into Bend Oregon, where I could surely find a bus ride back to the Bay Area.

I knocked out the first three relatively flat miles, reaching Santium Pass in short order. I was treated to a nice view of Mt Washington as I left the area (Pic 1). Highway 20 was wide and busy but I made it across, doing my best imitation of a scared rabbit. I made it to Mt Jefferson Wilderness (Pic 3) but I missed the the self-permit kiosk that was apparently in the parking lot I did not visit. I had also missed the kiosk for Mt Washington Wilderness, but so far hadn't run into any Forest Rangers.

From Santium Pass forward the hike went through another burned out area where there was little shade. I had a four mile climb with a 1300 ft elevation gain in the heat of the day. This didn't do much for my attitude or mental fortitude. However, the views were once again pretty amazing as I climbed and looked back at Three Sisters, Mt Washington and Big Lake (Pics 4 and 5). There was some new growth among what I called Ghost trees (Pic 6 and 8). I also caught a glimpse of what was to come over the next couple of days should I continue, Three Fingered Jack and Mt Jefferson (Pic 7 and 9).

I had a short diversion from a couple of day hikers on their way down the trail, who wanted to play a practical joke on the rest of their hiking party. I agreed to inform the party their car had been stolen and then subsequently comment on their friends tank top. I decided that joke was pretty lame and decided to use the fact I was sucking air to help their friends turn the tables. I told them about the joke and suggested the two ladies in the group rush into the parking lot and tell the jolly pranksters that I had collapsed and the other guys in the group were administering CPR and they needed them to hike back up and help carry me out. I'm not sure how it went but at least I was amused and it took my mind off the climb for a few minutes. :)

On the way to tonight's destination I had views of more lakes, Martin and Booth in front of a volcanic cone (Pic 10 and 11). I also had another view of one of tomorrow's landmarks, Three Fingered Jack (Pic 12). I finally made it to a dry campsite where I stayed alone for the night. It was a rough day but I made it and I decided to see how I felt in the morning before making the call to pass the point of no return, or head back and out. 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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