Monday, March 19, 2012

Certified "Geardo"


Today I met Evan. Evan has circular glasses, volunteers at the local raptor center and loves all things Iceland. If Evan told me he had been a guest on the “Portlandia” TV series, I would definitely believe him. Like me, Evan plans on thru-hiking the Pacific Crest Trail; beginning at the end of April in El Campo, CA and hiking until the end of September to complete the trail in Manning Park, British Columbia. 
As I have discovered, many backpackers, especially thru-hikers choose to hike “ultralite”. According to the prolite gear, ultralite is defined as backpacking with a base weight (the weight of your pack excluding food, fuel and water) under ten pounds. For many backpackers, obtaining ultralite status supersedes comfort on the trail.
Within minutes of meeting Evan, it became pretty clear that he considered himself “ultralite”. I enjoyed getting to learn about the ways in which Evan cut weight in his pack. Instead of the small 3oz pocket rocket backpacking stove I am using while I hike, Evan informed that he made a stove out of an empty can of catfood weighing in at less than 1oz! Rather than the bulky steripen water filtration system I hope to utilize on the trail, Evan plans to ‘purify’ his water with drops o’ bleach. While I plan to haul a phone, a camera AND and an ipod (not to mention a travel size ukulele and a portable sound system...yes this hike will involve music, dancing and random bouts of debauchery), Evan is bringing the ‘all purpose iphone’. Finally, in place of my heavy NorthFace backpack that I received as a Christmas present from my German grandmother before I hit puberty in 2003, Evan will carry what I can only imagine as being a VERY lightweight Ultralite Adventure Equipment backpack.
Evan has definitely outdone me in achieving the ultralite backpacker status. Nevertheless, I am quite proud of the fact that I managed to make a waterproof tyvek rain-jacket out of one of those sexy disposable hooded coveralls you see house painters wearing. I got the idea from the fabulous Education Coordinator at Nearby Nature (also a former thru-hiker). When purchasing the coveralls, the frazzled looking man at the paint supply store somehow knew that I was not using these to paint my house. He shot an annoyed glance in my direction and blurted out to another employee re-stalking shelves on the other end of the store, “ Gee, I have seen so many people like her come in here to buy those outfits for their goonie costumes”. Anyways, despite accidentally purchasing the uni-suit in size XXXL, I managed to create a lightweight jacket that should provide some rain protection! In case you are interested, I have included a link to the website that guided me through the process. Making a Tyvek Rainjacket!!
While Evan’s philosophy on the trail may be far removed from my own, I could tell by the hurried manner in which he talked that like me, Evan is as anxious to start this epic adventure as I am. Thirty-seven more days to enjoy my comfortable bed and regular showers (among many other things).
I leave you today, with a quote that I received in a birthday card from my friend and fellow backpacker Anna Hankins.
“Just as a white summer cloud, in harmony with heaven and earth freely floats on the blue sky from horizon to horizon following the breath of the atmosphere-in the same way the pilgrim abandons herself to the breath of the greater life that leads her beyond the farthest horizons to an aim which is already present within her though yet hidden from her sight” –Lama Govinda


Cheers my dears!

The Honey Bear





Tuesday, March 13, 2012

When I grow up.


I have spent the past few years trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. After graduating with a BA in Political Science and Public Health, I ended up ditching academia for a while and spent a good portion of the following year getting paid to clean toilets and hike around the San Bernardino National Forest with children. While this experience was far removed from my reality as a student, I definitely in no way had it “all figured out”. So, I ended up moving to Alaska for the summer to shuttle a random assortment of rowdy guests between our cute little lodge on the Kenai River, the Anchorage Airport and the liquor store.  Due to my inability to stop my hands from digging into the infamous ‘wall o’ snacks’ in our lounge, I left Alaska with a slew of pleasant memories and subcutaneous layer that would help me to surive the winter. Apparently I had taken after the eating practices of the brown bears who frequent the area.
Conversations, contemplation and inebriated decision-making allowed me more backpacking opportunities with my friends Javi and Chica Chiva and got me in a pickle when an un-castrated yak chased me through the Langtang Valley in North-central Nepal.
On January 10, 2012 as I unpacked my backpack one last time and apologized to our washing machine for putting in overtime to clean my filthy clothes that had already reeked of body odor more than two months ago, it suddenly dawned on me that somewhere during my adventures, I had made a commitment to myself and to my friend Adriana to hike the Pacific Crest Trail beginning at the Mexican border and ending Manning Park, British Columbia.
Despite interspersed periods of extreme boredom, spending three months in my hometown has given me time to enjoy the company of my wonderful and supportive family, and to figure what the heck I am doing come the anticipated start date of April 25th.
Life in Eugene is pleasant, but rather low-key: my main objective to keep my body and mind somewhat occupied with work and physical activity. After entertaining myself with youtube videos and facebook (essentially doing nothing productive) for close to a month, I landed myself a VERY part-time job at a restaurant that specializes in soup. My favorite soup is chicken mole. And yours? I divide the rest of my time between teaching small children about Pacific Tree Frogs, preparing for my role in the cast of the Vagina Monologues, and, of course dreaming, fantasizing, planning and talking about the Pacific Crest Trail.
There is much more I want to discuss: What gear I am bringing. What I will eat. The base weight of my pack. Trail terminology. The origin of my trail name (Honey Bear). My hope and fears for the trail. My hiking partner. SheJumps: the amazing organization I am raising funds for while hiking...just to name a few.
Please let me know what you want me to write about. I always appreciate input and hope that this setup will offer genuine interaction between myself and those accompany me on this epic adventure my reading this blog.
I leave you tonight with a poem written by Gary Snyder describing the austere beauty of the High Sierras (Thank-you Emilie Schur for sharing this with me).

Bedrock

Snowmelt pond    warm gentle
We make camp
no thought of finding more
and nap,
and leave our minds to the wind.
on the bedrock, gently tilting
sky and stone

teach me to be tender
the touch that nearly misses –
brush of glances-
tiny steps-
that finally cover worlds of hard terrain.

Cloud wisps and mists.
gathered into slate blue
bolts of summer rain.

Tea together in the starry purple eve.
New moon to set;
why does it take so long to learn to love,
we laugh and grieve.

Goodnight!