When I catch myself waiting for things to happen, I am overcome with sheepishness. Sheep. Animals of the field. Found in a flock, herd, clump. Munch munching through the day with occasional wary glances shown over wooly shoulder. Several weeks back, while waiting for phone calls, emails, plans or invitations, I sniffed the distinct odor of sheepish self pity. Time to move! Ready now to resurrect last summer’s forgotten project. The 14er Project. 14 14ers in 14 days…It has a nice ring to it! I have these 14 days, will it be done? 100 miles and 46,000 vertical feet? Maybe. Does the prospect of leaving the project unfinished cause concern? Nope. This will be a 14 day pilgrimage. Clear air, clear mind, and only competition-free walking. Pilgrimages are paths with waypoints but the destinations are as much internal as geographical. What do I hope to gain? Stronger quads. Good conversation on the trail. A readjusted attitude set for the upcoming school year. Maybe even a sheep sighting or two.
Enjoy my stories!Thursday, August 9, 2007
Project Overview
Day | Date | Peak | Mileage | Elevation Gain | Trailhead |
1 | Weds 25 | Quandary | 6.75 | 3450 | Quandary |
2 | Thurs 26 | Lincoln/Bross/Democrat | 7.5 | 3700 | |
3 | Fri 27 | | 6 | 2200 | Fourmile Creek |
4 | Sat 28 | Rest | 0 | | BV/Breck |
5 | Sun 29 | Harvard/Columbia | 16 | 4375 | N. Cottonwood Creek |
6 | Mon 30 | Belford/Oxford | 11 | 5800 | |
7 | Tues 31 | Huron | 9.5 | 3800 | Clear Creek/S. Winfield |
8 | Weds 1 | | 10.5 | 4500 | |
9 | Thurs 2 | Rest | 0 | | BV |
10 | Fri 3 | | 9.5 | 4500 | |
11 | Sat 4 | Elbert | 9 | 4700 | N. Elbert |
12 | Sun 5 | Massive | 9 | 4200 | N. Half Moon Creek |
13 | Mon 6 | Holy Cross (aborted) | 7 | 2250 | Half Moon (Tigiwon) |
14 | Tues 7 | Rest or Makeup Day | | | |
Total | 11 hiking days | 14 peaks | 101.75 | 43475 | |
Shout Outs
Donna Siglin - for camping in the rain and hiking Mount Sherman even though it was hard!
Diane Friedman - for your energy and companionship
Mom and Dad - for daily phonecalls to make sure I made it
Brother Todd - for dinner and housing and calling to make sure I wasn't reported missing by the Summit Daily
Kim - for good company and checking in on me
"Trout" - for romantic promises in a bar and the shot of JD
The Lovely People of Big O Tires in Frisco
Haven - for conversation and invitations
Scott McNabb - for a ride up the "easy 4WD road"
Jeff the Jackrabbit, Johnny and Sir Lancelot - new hiking friends on an epic traverse!
Jane and Jim - for a ride down the "easy 4WD road" and for good spiritedness in general
Tom and Justin - campfire camraderie
Jaye and Koda - my dog friends and all of the people who helped in the owner search
Everyone who called my voicemail to see how I was doing
Everyone I talked to on the trail
People of Minneapolis
Things I've Learned
2) Sleeping at the trailhead gets you close to the trail but doesn't guarantee a good night's rest.
3) Rocks are hard, slippery and abrasive.
4) Leash your dog when other people and other people's dogs are around.
5) Yield to the hiker coming uphill.
6) Let people pass if they are faster.
7) Be quiet at the trailhead early in the morning.
8) Poop before you go.
9) Read the trail description but be flexible enough to improvise.
10) Carry a map.
11) Make your route a loop!
12) Offer words of encouragement.
13) Don't fall face first.
14) 14ers are all uphill.
15) There is no such thing as an "easy" 14er.
16) When in doubt, take the high road (on the trail and morally).
17) Seek out ways to bank good karma.
Day 1: 7/25/07: Quandary Peak: 14,265
Stats
6.75 miles | Standard Route – | Company: Wendy Chi Wildlife: pika,goats |
3450 feet | Start: 7:30 am Stop: 1:00 pm | Weather: Clear/cool – 6:00 am Cloud formation – 11:00 am Thunder/rain – 1:00 pm |
Day 2: 7/26/07: Mount Democrat/ Mount Lincoln/ Mount Bross(Cameron):14,148/14,286/14,172/ (14,238)
Stats
7.5 miles | Standard Route – | Company: Wendy Chi Wildlife: pika, ptarmigan |
3700 feet | Start: 7:00 am Stop: 1:15 pm | Weather: Clear/cool – 6:00 am Cloud formation – 1:00 am |
Oh how the trail provides for methodical minutes in which to contemplate. Sometimes thoughts are consumed by the mere action of plopping one foot in front of the other systematically, rhythmically. In tough sections, this action is paired with mantra: just keep moving, just keep moving. The yogic breath of mountaineers matches the staccato of trekking pole tapping rock. Keep. Move.Ing. And then there are those times we float. The music my feet make continues in time effortlessly and thoughts drift off to places good and bad. That flower is so purple. I have a rock in my shoe.
Day 3: 7/27/07: Mount Sherman: 14,036
Stats
6 miles | Standard Route – SW Ridge from Fourmile Creek (from midway between Leavick and 12,100’ gate) | Company: Donna Siglin Wildlife: marmots |
2200 feet | Start: 7:50 am Stop: 12:15 pm | Weather: Clear/cool – 6:00 am Cloud formation – 10:00 am Rain – 12:30 pm |
The day started unwell. Actually, not so bad considering other alternatives… Some 8 miles up bumpy
Then to the hill.
Day 4: 7/28/07: Rest!
“How a Rest Day Becomes Not a Rest Day” and Other Interesting Stories
From the cobbly heights of Mount Sherman and hasty departure from camp near Fourmile Campground (Donna needed to return to
Dinner at Todd’s was amazing (baked tilapia, corn on the cob, pan seared broccoli, garlic bread and red wine). He refused to let Kim and I help so we didn’t! With 2 glasses of cabernet down and Tour de France coverage showing, I settled in for a cozy night sleeping in my clothes (too lazy to go to the car) on the infamous coffee table. Todd claimed his living room was immaculate but I woke up with crumbs and sand stuck to me freshly moisturized and shaved legs. Crumbs dislodged by a quick shake, off I go to Big O Tires in Frisco! Thinking the worst, I ask if they had time to check my flat tire. But of course! It will be done in half an hour. Serendipitously, WalMart of Frisco shares the parking lot with Big O and provides multiple aisles of redundant product with which to entertain oneself. With newly purchased candy corn in hand, the Big O folks called me into the garage for a consultation. My wounded tire marinated in a tub of water (much like I had done the day previous) with an endless array of bubbles erupting from multiple points on the tire. It was pronounced dead at 11:23 am. With my dad’s voice haunting me, “You have to have a spare, you have to have a spare”, I told Carlos, “I have to have a spare”. He immediately walked to a pile of tires and announced, “This is the same size and similar tread”. “How much?” , I question. He whispers conspiratorially, “It is an expensive tire. For you, don’t worry about it”. After being offered spicy pork tamales with green chile, I skipped into the showroom to pay the bill: $12.64. Yes!
From Frisco to Leadville and a check up on the health of our favorite highest town. Old Leadville conjures up bad memories of nights sleeping on the floor of the Super 8 but today she was downright bustling. Corvettes and Harleys cruised
Day 5: 7/29/07: Mount Harvard/Mount Columbia: 14,420/14,073
Stats
16 miles | Standard Route – N Cottonwood Creek + low traverse across | Company: solo Wildlife: pika, marmots |
4375 feet | Start: 5:30 am Stop: 4:30 pm | Weather: Clear/cool – 6:00 am Sunny/warm – 7:00 am |
Day 6: 7/30/07: Mount Belford/Mount Oxford: 14,197/14,153
Stats
11 miles | Standard Route – NW Ridge from Missouri Gulch + exploration of technical | Company: Wendy Chi Wildlife: pika, chipmunks, marmots |
5800 feet | Start: 6:45 am Stop: 5:00 pm | Weather: Clear/cool – 6:00 am Partly cloudy/warm – 7:00 am |
Haiku to Switchbacks
Uphill climb
Relentless pain you bring
Us closer
3 guys drinking celebratory Coors in the Missouri Gulch parking lot commented, “
At first, the golden furball seemed only mildly curious and he inched closer with every photo opportunity. However, like a pop star out of rehab, he could not stay away from the goods. The old adage: “too close for comfort” soon applied. While taking a self-timed summit photo, Lenny (the nickname our marmot became christened with, his full name being Relentless in honor of his behavior and the uphill battle we had endured on Belford) snuck up on us from all angles. During the self-timed photo process, Lenny – buck-toothed and steely-eyed, actually lunged out and licked the camera! Will Nikon’s warranty cover such damage? Emboldened, he approached us again, lusting after the jerky and trail mix. Slinky swagger, he managed to get within a foot of my day pack until fended off with a pole. Undaunted by pole-poking, we were forced to take up additional arms (the remaining 3 trekking poles) and flee the summit sending scuttling ptarmigan into rock outcrops willy-nilly. The
We were able to pass the San Antonian who was concerned for our off-trail welfare partway down the gulch. We had met him the night before after he had hiked up to treeline with ambitions of climbing a peak. After a quick chat, we hustled down and wrangled a Coors from the happy hour boys (the same ones who laughingly reflected on the “easy” status of Belford and
Day 7: 7/31/07: Huron Peak: 14,003
Stats
9.5 miles | Ascent – Lulu Gulch and Brown’s Peak Descent - | Company: Wendy Chi Wildlife: marmots, goats, rabbit, humming birds |
3500 feet | Start: 8:05 am Stop: 4:05 pm | Weather: Clear/warm – 8:00 am Cloud formation – 12:00 pm |
Getting to
So when we came to the fork in the road, and the decision to “when in doubt, stay high” led to a series of switchbacks up the Road to Nowhere. On this road to nowhere, we met a foursome consisting of a Quaker minister and his wife along with a couple recently transplanted to
Taking our leave of the remaining three, Wendy and I went down into the woods on-trail. Finally exiting the humid warmth of tree cover, we found ourselves at the trailhead – that very trailhead we hadn’t found so many hours before due to our error in navigation. With no Suburban to hitch a ride with, the two of us continued back down the long road to the car, rehashing the day’s unexpected length, adventures, and the spectacular loop hike of
Day 8: 8/1/07: Missouri Mountain: 14,067
Stats
10.5 miles | Standard Route – NW Ridge from | Company: Wendy Chi Wildlife: marmots, grasshoppers |
4500 feet | Start: 5:40 am Stop: 1:40 pm | Weather: Clear/cool – 6:00 am Cloud formation – 1:00 am Thunder/rain – 2:30 pm |
Deja vue. An uncanny feeling that I’ve been here before! I’d felt various bouts of deja vue throughout the previous climbs – it had been especially strong on the summit of
The ridge trail across the top half mile curled toward the peak blemished only by a spooky haze encroaching on the 360 degree view. Marmot-free we celebrated #11 with fancy sandwiches and a brief photo shoot. Upon venturing down, we encounter Brian, boyfriend of Missy, running down the trail. The night before, we met them at the trailhead. After Missy had checked the trail register, she had come running back to talk to me – we had gone to junior high together in
Day 9: 8/2/07: Rest!
Well needed and well deserved!
Thunderstorms threatening
Two-hour nap
Wet-wipe shower
Stroll around BV
Dinner at the Cantina
Riveted by news of bridge collapse in
Unable to connect with home due to tied up phone lines
Search for block ice at Safeway
Camp on
Restless reading
Coyote pack howling and passing the car under cover of darkness
Internet at the BV library – news that everyone at home avoided the collapse
Chai and writing time at Bongo Billys
Drive to
Day 10: 8/3/07: La Plata Peak: 14,336
Stats
9.5 miles | Standard Route – NW Ridge | Company: Diane Friedman Wildlife: pika |
4500 feet | Start: 7:15 am Stop: 2:00 pm | Weather: Cloudy/cool – 6:00 am Rain – 3:00 pm |
Nevertheless, tripping face first due to foot entrapment down loose rock and dirt in other circumstances could certainly result in dislodged teeth, gaping skull through eyebrow gash or cracked long bones. In this case, a welt/contusion the size of a ½ liter Nalgene bottle crept from ankle to mid-shin with tiger-claw like scrapes oozing atop it like red cupcake frosting. From outer left shin to hip, a ribbon of blue and purple formed, adorned with diagonal stripes of red where skin had formerly formed an unbroken barrier. All of this on one leg – that same leg who injuries required the “Lap of Healing” at kickball nearly 2 weeks ago. Just as those second-base-slide-induced scabs became itchy and ready to be ripped off by an inopportune snag, revealing petal-pink new skin, a whole new set of
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