Category Archives: Hiking

Photo of the Week #11 – The Mysterious White Van

You remember the White Bronco, don’t you?  You know – O.J. Simpson’s getaway car? Nineteen years ago this week, the White Bronco entered into infamy as OJ tried to flee. He didn’t escape his fate. Not then, anyway. He actually did escape his fate later, though, during the ensuing trial. By being found not guilty of the murder of his wife and her boyfriend. Now, in 2013, OJ has a sad little life. In jail, awaiting a judgement on whether he can have a new trial for a mess he got into in 2008 when he was found guilty of breaking and entering.

Enough about OJ. He’s not really worth any more words. But, our Photo of the Week #11 is!

Day 176 of the Voyage of the Tramper 03/05/2013

Trailhead – Zion National Park, Utah

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Another notable white vehicle. Not a white Ford Bronco. A white Ford minivan. And, not infamous, just interesting.

A Google search of  “White Minivans Against Oppression” turns up nothing at all. So, we think it’s a just a bit of wordplay that doesn’t mean anything. A gently sardonic phrase meant only to adorn the side of said white minivan. Painted on there by an artist with absolutely no respect for the sanctity of the American minivan!

Here’s a couple of shots of more good art on the van:

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Thanks, minivan artist, for some interesting pics!

– Jane

Breast Cancer Update

I wanted to add a post to my breast cancer blog but, for some reason I can no longer figure out how to do that! Blogger and Google seem to be linked together now. Adding a post is no longer intuitive. No, I don’t think my brain is turning to mush. They changed something that I’m not willing to puzzle through.

My brain is just fine, thank you! And that’s why I wanted to post to the breast cancer blog! I had a PET/CT scan and everything looks good. I appear to be cancer-free. Cancer-free since the summer of 2010!

Now, I’m racking up some years without cancer. I swoon when I meet someone who was treated for breast cancer 10 or 20 years ago! They’ve had years of life to live after their death sentence was given. So, now I am a ‘long-term’ survivor, too. Woo Hoo!!

– Jane

Oh, and I had to add a photo:

Spring flaunts her green lace petticoat

Spring flaunts her green lace petticoat

My absolute favorite time of year! This was taken a few weeks ago on a hike on the Appalachian Trail to see Annapolis Rocks. The view from the rocks was beautiful but I like this view the best. Green Haze =  new growth, new life!

Photo of the Week #6

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Useful information in the event that you see a Lion…! (or she sees you first)

A sign seen during our short evening hike to the Window, the drainage of the whole Chisos Basin at Big Bend, TX.  Rangers track, study and report the few actual attacks and study animals response to people’s actions.  The information seems like good advice: pick up small children (or better yet-don’t bring them), don’t run (cats like a good chase), don’t crouch down (or put your face in their slashing range), Throw sticks and rocks (how do you reach down to get them without crouching?).

We’ve read and heard similar strategies for Black Bears, but acting docile for certain other animals.  How to keep it all straight?  How to act the right way when what is more likely is an instant reflexive reaction?

 On another trip in Jackson Hole, WY, we walked right up to a Black Bear on a trail about 100 ft past a warning poster.  I stood tall, held my knapsack above my head, yelling, “I’m bigger than you”  “I’m bigger than you”.  Within 6 or 8 seconds, as the bear cowered a bit, wrinkling his or her nose at us, the cameras were out as we backed slowly away.  The bear left the trail gradually, avoiding those noisy creatures.  We never did pick up any rocks, but were pretty vigilant the rest of that day!

Metrics

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A a perpetual student of science I find myself wondering about a fairly standard “human” thing to do.  We measure everything. Sure this is critical for science, engineering, medicine, architecture and a host of other endeavors.  But should we do it every day to Every Thing!?  Should we measure the things we do for fun?

Inches, stones, millimeters, pounds, grams, Miles, seconds, bushels, pecks, hours, degrees, angstroms, dollars, increments galore!

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imagesI am not wearing a watch for this trip.  Somehow I wake up every day.  The sun seems to bring me around most often, but even foiled windows at a bright parking lot don’t keep me sleeping.  We’ve found when we leave campsites in relaxed fashion after a good breakfast and cleanup, it is almost invariably 10:00 AM by the clock in Marfa.  We are noticing the sun more, tracking the distance and time we can safely hike or pedal before sunset by “feel”.  Only for the longest or most arduous treks like into a canyon do we note the take off and midway times/points for safety.

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We have a nifty borrowed device from John, a hiking GPS that can track, then display every step or ride we take, then plot it out on a topographical map.  Even play the trip back in fast motion, three minute time-lapse to show the “track”, the speeds, and the elevation profile.  It would probably even show little detours for drinks, snacks or sneeky bathroom breaks.  Then we can compare maximum speeds, means, and every detail for recreation or relocating a place.  We have used it for a few hikes and a few rides. Another friend Richard, showed us his “smart phone” app that would do the same for every training ride.  You can include a heart rate monitor and track every calorie burned.  We could track and measure every inch, every experience of this whole trip.

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We don’t want to.  I am beginning to feel one of the forces that drags people down is measurement applied in unnecessary ways.  I don’t measure music, art, love or any of the natural joys.  I don’t measure a sunrise or sunset.  I don’t measure the compression felt in a ski run, or the sweeping glee of twisting on a trail.  I don’t measure my cat, nor my meals or squeals.

As a machinist I measured the thickness, diameter, length etc of parts in thousandths of an inch.  For function, parts need to fit together and be interchangeable.   A human hair is ~.003″, or about three thousandths, paper is also about that same thickness.  In the right positions we can easily feel this thickness, one page of a book slipped back can easily be felt by your fingertips.  A hair in the wrong place, like your eye, seems like a log.  But it is just these innate measurement capacities that eliminate the need for a tool to measure every thing.

We have a general idea how far we have driven at the end of a day.  Should traveling less make us feel it was not a good travel day.  Mountain biking is notoriously slow compared to road biking.  We typically spend over two hours to ride ten woods miles, including breaks and pictures.  Just because I could ride 30 miles on the road in the same time, is it wasted time?  Certainly not.  In fact, now that we are alternating hikes and rides so gloriously frequently, I want measure less and less.

See if there are areas where measurement lessens your joy and throw the bum out.  We’ve even had numerous events where trying to “get a picture or capture the moment” detracts from the actual moment.

-David

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Even in a “Hurry” on the Road we TRY to see and DO things

If you pay attention in places like Skyline Drive, VA you’ll see America driving to see their country.  This morning here at Einstein Brothers we enjoyed Wifi and a rare store-prepared breakfast of lox.  Then we realized we could have used the drive-through.  That seems frequently the mode of vacationers too.  There are pull-offs at each viewpoint and overlook along that nice ridge in Virginia, many in Grand Canyon, Zion  and Arches.  We remember our earlier post comment that <1% of visitors go below the Rim at Grand Canyon.  Driving, eating, stopping, peeking, snapping a few pictures, we humbly do our share that way too.

Sometimes darkness looms, or a destination beckons.  Whatever our mindset, we  often feel driven to keep driving.  We do, however, try to experience a place in some way.  Remember, 1/2 mile from any parking lot it is nearly empty and you’ll find a peaceful solace.    With this in mind we left California to drive across the Mojave again.  Rarely retracing steps like this we saw few realistic options out here.  Mountain ranges and deep valleys line up travel mostly into North-South barriers.  Think Donner Pass etc.  To get around differently would require a 2-4 hundred mile trek North.

The Mojave delivered its usual dose of challenge for Marfa.  A 24 mile climb varying back and forth from moderate to steep.  With only a Pinyon bush each mile or two as shade, I pointed out the scarred asphalt on the shoulder from cars that burned…some looked scorched and completely melted with the telling white powder of a fire extinguisher or two.  The Transmission light ON AGAIN even with a new radiator!  (As of now, a week later, I have added Water-Wetter.  Physics to the rescue; it is a wetting agent that allows water/antifreeze to contact metals better.  Should be another 10-20%  difference and was easy to find in the desert at a Moab auto parts store.  Jeeps, 4X4’s, and off-road motorcyclists know about it too.  Marfa’s temperature gauge reflects this so far, fingers-crossed again as it stays cooler, “left of center” in all climbs so far).

Back to my original tangent, the road and travels continue.  Moab was calling us with a predicted three sunny days above 60 degrees.  Pressing today’s drive further than average we saw the little corner of Arizona offering a BLM campground.  I usually avoid driving into darkness, but with a camping destination it always seems easier.  Darkness, wind and the high baffling walls of a canyon arrived at the same time.  Hadn’t seen this one on the map really.  The Virgin River cut a canyon as deep, dark and surprising as could be, and man stuck this road down in there.  Maybe I was tired, but here was another white-knuckle downhill with the thought I’d have been parked safely by now.

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This view matches the educational plaque above

This view matches the educational plaque above

Healthy Joshua Tree blooming!

Healthy Joshua Tree blooming!

Awakening in a place darkness had concealed is another true joy of this sort of trip.  The Virgin River Canyon was another of those brightening experiences.  Fortified by sleep, pancakes with butter and real maple syrup we are coaxed out for a morning hike to the river. Water again. Real, running water.  Life giving water.  Jane and I sat enjoying the sparkling morning sun imagining what a sight this would have been to find for thirsty ancient travelers.  In every epoch, humans thirst.  Ancestral Puebloans, Spanish explorers, all thirst, especially in the arid high desert.

Morning comes, I step out.  where are we?

Morning comes, I step out. Where are we?

Where would we be without it?

Where would we be without it?

After leaving the little 27 mile corner of Arizona, we veered off of I-15 and chose to go through Zion and investigate several hikes.  One suggested by Mark back home was The Wave.  Unfortunately access is limited to 16-20 visitors per day and a four month lottery had already filled those slots.  We drove through Zion and it’s one mile tunnel through a solid rock wall and saw what strikes so many as one of the most beautiful places.  Canyons of striking red and sand colors are also verdant.  The difference appears to be water.  Big trees, streams and a wetter desert with delightful coniferous forests abound.  Our hike was kept short as we “wanted to get where we were going”.  Moab called, but we probably could have enjoyed a week in Zion.  “At least we left the road for a hike.”

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Hard to keep my eyes on the  road

Hard to keep my eyes on the road

Into that tunnel?

Into that tunnel?

More wild layers

More wild layers

Surprises on the road

Surprises on the road

Nice surprises on the road

Yummy surprises on the road

-David