The first third only….

Day 10 (7/8/2017)

Each night my routine was to record my altitude (according to my data book – Elizabeth Wenk), talley up my distance coverage, talley up my altitude changes.  I went to be the night before with a tally of 95 miles complete.  I was to lazy to do the math, but I my mind I knew the end was about 250 miles from where I started.  I was about a third of the way done.  Could I do it?  I didn’t know.

I awoke the frogs; still going strong.  I packed up, had a bar for breakfast and headed out.  This area was beautiful (as if other areas were not).  Mornings were special.  They were brisk, the birds were out, and the wind was low so I was frequently treated to views like the one I captured of Fin Dome.  Perfect reflections.

I approached Arrowhead lake as the sun crept into the valley.  The sun illuminated the rainbow trout in the stream.  It looked beautiful, and then I noticed that this was the trail crossing.  I wrestled with the decision on what to do: Look for a different crossing point, Just cross and start my day out wet and soggy and cold, change into my river booties and then cross. Complicating matters, the crossing point looked to be about waist deep, meaning my underwear and shirt would get cold.    I stripped down naked and put my river booties on and crossed.  Sure enough the water was stomach deep.  I got to the other side.  The sun warmed my body and set my pack down on the rock outcropping.  No one was around, I went back in for a dip and scrub.   I went back to the rock and laid in the sun.  In a few minutes I was dry.  I suited up and continued on.

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A long down hill was before me.  Down down down.  Terrain was rocky, and occasionally a tributary feeding South Fork Woods Creek had to be dealt with.  At Baxter creek, I had just finished putting on hiking boots back on, when I ran into Rika.  I had seen her once before at Kersarge.  “Hi I’m Rika, I hike 20 miles a day.”  I thought to myself: “I’m Dan, and I’m lucky if I hit 10 miles.”; however I kept it cordial.  I remember distinctively when she passed my on a Kersarge Ice traverse.  She just stamp stamp stamped her way forward.  I would cautiously weigh each stepping place, but she was fearless.  I tried to emulate that fearlessness when crossing the Glenn Pass ice fields. Walk like that small asian lady did.  We exchanged pleasantries and she zoomed on past me.

At woods creek, the bottom of a very long downhill, I crossed the famed suspension bridge.  It was rikity and the water rushing below.  This was the first bridge I encountered.  How on earth did they get the materials here?

I crossed the bridge and saw a big 800 in the sand.   Another number jumped into my head 802.  I remember Radagast and Tenison talking about White Fork at 802 as a problematic river crossing.  This stuck in my mind, because that was another crossing that was not on my radar.    At two miles up, I hit White fork, a tributary that fed Woods Creek.  The trail was on a steep hill that was rock and chaparral.   There was a campsite by the creek indicating clearly people had camped and tried crossing in the morning when flows were lower.  A mis step here would result in a tumble down a steep hill into Woods Creek, which was massive.  I walked up stream.  At times there were falls or cliffs that prevented me from staying stream-side.  I picked spot A, B, and C and went back and forth trying to get up the courage to cross.  The water was not deep, but it was fast, much faster than any creek I crossed previously.  I mulled this over for about 30 minutes.  I punted, I went back to the trail crossing, took off my pants, put on my river booties, and crossed slowly and deliberately.  It was easier than I thought and that gave me courage.

Up up up and away.  Again Rika passed me.  She must have stopped for lunch off trail somewhere. We waived and she marched on.  This was a long trudge, and after awhile I was in snow drifts again.  Par for course, I chose the wrong boot tracks AGAIN.  This time I ended up about 300 feet below the trail and cornered by woods creek.  I rock scrambled up to the trail and zig zaged up towards Mt Cedric.  My daylight was running out and I really wanted to hit twin lakes.  I needed to get closer to the next pass.

After the junction, I was in a marshy area and snow drifts were starting. In looking at the map, it was clear I would have to go down to get to Twin Lakes, and that meant I’d have to go back up later.  I had enough up/down for one day (2400 down and 2200 feet up) The sun was almost down.  I pitched a tent and decided to hit the trail early in the AM.  In looking at the map I was almost exactly where I had planned to spend night 8 (on night 10).  Two days behind. 105 miles in and in my journal I wrote: “I spend most of the day missing my family and thinking about homecoming. #@!! and I’m not even half way there yet.”

 

Hope and rejuvenation

7/7/2017: Day 9

I woke up above flower lake to a sooty grouse calling.  About the size of a guinea hen or a chicken they open yellow air sacks and emanate a whooping sound that can be heard over great distances.  This particular grouse was just outside my tent.

A big day.  Hopeful and rejuvenated, with this good omen and good conversation yesterday, I would need to summit Kersarge pass and Glenn pass – A double summit day.  Up to Kersarge in the early AM. At the top a deer crossed the summit with me. On the way down I first ran into Mike, who said his daughter called it quits.  I ran into Drippy and his girlfriend.  Their words: “You got this!”

I took the high path back to the JMT, and then towards Glenn Pass. As I increased in elevation on the lateral side of the mountain above Charlotte Lake,  the snow drifts started and I lost the trail.  I followed various boot tracks…the wrong ones. I ended up 200 feet above the trail and had to climb down using my axe and crampons.   Thunder started as did the rain and lightning.  I sheltered in the open, with my pack 20 yards away, and just sat in the rain.  It passed quickly, and the storm clouds looked to be moving to the East.  I started out again.  I crossed an ice chute that dropped into a glacial pool.  The blue hue from the snow and ice matched that of the glaciers I saw in Alaska.  A pure blue unlike anything we have at lower altitudes.

Around the corner all dirt and rock just about disappeared.  I ran into two Chinese hikers southbound.  In broken English they asked me to get word to their group on the other side by the lake: “The climb is very strenuous, there are two 70 year-old people, ask them to call helicopter.”  This was not the pep talk I was looking for.   I climbed up through snow for about an hour.  I reached the ascent.  Instead of a zig-zag switchback to the summit, there was a mountaineering route straight up an ice chute.    The intensity of focus I needed to avoid slipping and falling wore me out.

 

I made it up, to the summit.  I could see 20 miles in every direction at least.  I heard more thunder, saw clouds, and decided: “Enough with the viewing, down I go.”

An ice traverse with 300-400 foot drop into a glacier required my upmost attention.  Then it turned down.  A steep decent until I saw some trail, then more snow and ice.  I lost the trail at an out cropping and followed what I thought was the direction.  It took me to a soggy campsite across an ice bridge.  I rested and admired the view of Rae Lakes with the ice breaking apart.  Waterfalls from all sides poured into it.  I got a little lost in the wild again.  I followed some mountaineering tracks that put me towards the Mount Gardiner junction.  I doubled back and headed down and eventually made it to the island that joined the Rae lakes.  The crossing here wasn’t on my radar and I wasn’t keen on getting wet this late in the day.  It was afternoon and with the day’s melt, the flow was heavy and deep.  I stayed on the biggest rocks there; even so it was still waist deep.  If I slipped off the rocks, I would have gone up to my neck for sure.  I took my time and went slow.  I felt obligated to get word to the group of the Chinese travelers.   On the other side of the waterway, I saw tracks everywhere but no path.  I wandered to the high point to get my bearings.  I saw the path submerged by water on the East end of the peninsula, and went to the other side.  I saw the family and gave them the message and hoped they understood.  I recalled meeting the ranger who was stationed at the ranger outpost on Rae Lakes on the Kersarge pass.  I double timed it to the station to pass notification to him about the family as well.  There was a sign on the door saying: “Cross at Arrowhead lake inlet, not outlet”.  I didn’t know exactly what that meant.  I settled in at middle Rae Lake, by a pond of choral frogs.  How beautiful they sounded….at first.  At 1am, 2am, 3am, and 4am the rib-biting frogs lost their charm.

As I settled into my tent, I reflected again on my choice for the day.  Could I possibly make it? I barely made it today.  The trail was much tougher than the earlier 7 days, and the mountaineering scared me quite a bit.  Unaccustomed to being lost, getting lost in the wilds made me uneasy.  Yet, my legs were better, and this was some darn beautiful country.

 

JMT – My first big decision

7/4/2017 – 7/6/2017 (Days 6, 7, and 8)

After a slumber at edge of Sandy meadows I felt better.  My infection wasn’t bothering me as much, but I thought I see how it would go.  I still felt pretty discouraged.  I forced down some beans and rice and started my hike.  As I went up the gentle grade I could not figure out why there were so many mosquitoes.  There had a lot in crabtree meadows, but this was a higher elevation and there was not swampy meadow here, just sand.  Yet, every time I stopped they were all over me.  Wallace creek was simple but Wright creek would a little worse than crabtree creek.  I changed to my river crossing shoes, and forded the river.  Getting dressed, I encountered the Canadians the first time. At the time there were three of them all PCT hikers.  They were fast and driven.  We exchanged pleasantries and they continued on.  This was the start of the ascent to Big Horn Plataeu.   Deer and marmots lined the trail.  At the top the air was crisp.  A fire plume in the distance bellowed upwards to the heavens.  Ultimately peaceful, I saw no one else until Tyndall Creek.  The comments of the dangers of Tyndall Creek played back in my head as I approached.  I heard Tyndall creek miles before I saw it.  At the trail crossing the river was about 15 meters wide, steep, and fast moving.  Brush on both sides of the river would make for a difficult entry and exit.  Downstream looked to get steeper, and I saw some falls, so I headed upstream.  In about a mile I scoped a potential crossing.   I saw three travelers southbound through the woods I hailed them and they walked towards me.   I asked them if this was a good spot.  They ripped off their shoes and all crossed barefoot, threw on the shoes and continued.  They were nonplussed, focused, and wasted no time.  I took my cue, I changed my shoes and started to cross.  It looked worse than it was.  The stone bed was slippery, but I went slow.  The water only went up to my thigh, splashing my stomach occasionally.  I made it across, waived and started to change back into my hiking boots.  I was almost complete when I saw Nosebleed, Ramses, and California Gold.  I waived at them and showed them where I had crossed.  Here they are crossing the mighty Tyndall Creek.

The trail after Tyndall turned into a creek bed from the snow melt.  Half the time I waded through muck or stepped on rocks.  Shortly after the creek I hit a snowfield.  My first major one.   I put on my crampons and went to work.  I saw no trail.  I went from rock out cropping to rock out cropping.  I found an ice traverse path and took it.  I looked back and saw not only Nosebleed’s group, but another group of six.  That was Emma’s San Diego group.  I pushed forward.  My feet were soaked from going through the snow.  I ran into two more southbound hikers.  They wanted to know how much snow until it was done, they were tired of the snow and wanted it to be over.  They let me know there was a lot of snow ahead.  I pushed forward into the mountainous cul-de-sac.  Determined not to fail a Forrester ascent, I wanted to get as close as I could to the base.  I stopped at the second to last out cropping to the base at 12,000 feet.  I setup my tend next to a rock wall, and cooked some Top Roman with dried vegetables.   It was cold.  I finished my dinner right as the sun dropped behind the mountain.  The temperature dropped instantly and I became very cold.  I got into my sleeping bag and did what I could to stay warm.  It was a very cold night.  The cold air went right through my tend, sleeping back, jacket, and socks.  I shivered most of the night.

 

I wanted to be the first up the mountain, so I hustled out before sunrise. I was up anyway from the cold so I jumped to it.   I crossed two snowfield and hit the base as the San Diego group caught up with me.  We had to to an ice scramble ascent.  There was no trail, just some random boot tracks here and there.  After a 200 foot ascent of an ice sheet we hit trail, which we followed for a bit, and then a large ice traverse, then more switchbacks.  I was going to make it.  When we go to the dreaded ice chute, it looked like nothing.  I had already done ice traverses that were more difficult than that.  One of the folks from the San Diego dropped his ice axe and had to climb down the ice chute to get it.  Oops.

I was elated making it to the top.  The view was amazing.  But I was just as amazed to see flowers, birds, and insects up there.  I rested a bit, then started down, which consisted of a long ice traverse.  The San Diego group opted to glissade down (400 foot glissade), I decided not to.  Down snow switchback and some glissaded, I descended into the valley below, crossing the Bubbs creek ice bridge.  I lost sight of the San Diego group and Cucumber.  Once the snow drifts disappeared, I found a nice spot pine needle bed campsite to take a nap.  I washed my shirt hung it out to dry, and laid down for for a power nap. I awoke refreshed.  I walked along Bubbs creek; heavy on my mind was the thought as to whether I should continue or quit.  My food was not working out well.  I wasn’t hungry, but I also wasn’t eating much.  My chaffing was better and not hurting anymore, but this was much more difficult than I had thought it would be.  Just before the Bubbs Creek Trail Junction, Radagast and Tennison caught up with me.  We exchanged pleasantries and forged ahead.  I tired, and I had hoped to get to Bull Frog lake, but a traveler told me campsites were closed.    I turned up the trail towards bull frog lake thinking I would go as far as my legs would carry me.   Half way up, I saw Cucumber as his site, I asked if I could share the space, he agreed….I looked a little farther and found another campsite between two streams.  I moved over there.  As I at dinner, it started to rain.  I hoped in my tent.  The next morning, I asked Cucumber if he could text my wife and kids to let them know I was OK.

The next morning I started off and went up by bull frog lake and headed towards Kesarge Pass.  My first food drop.  I had eaten very little of my food and was still contemplating quitting.  In reaching the top of Kesarge I marveled at the view.  I stopped to watch the clouds pass.  How do things get so beautiful?

A few glissades and a lot of switchbacks down I headed towards my food drop.  The campsite was abandoned and closed due to storm damage.  I headed off through the gate to Danica’s.  I walked up, feet dragging, and encountered a man with a lip full of chew and a pistol tucked into his belt.  He invited me to sit on the porch.  It was the first real conversation of my trip that didn’t consist of trail updates.  We talked about the mountains, hunting, the Army, young people, and the history of the area.  It was a rich discussion and an much needed distraction.  After an hour or so, I told him of my trouble with my nutrition plan and how I was thinking about quitting.   He walked inside the cabin, and came out with a can of french cut green beans and a hand full of crystal lite mix: “Someone left these behind.  I’m pretty sure you can do the hike, give yourself more credit.”  I took the beans, the crytal light and his advice to heart.  I started back up the mountain.  I couldn’t reach the top, so I stopped just above flower lake for the night just before a thunder, lightning, and hail storm.

 

My John Muir Trail trek begins

6/18/2017 – 7/3/2017 (Pre trip + 5 days)

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.–John Muir Our National Parks , 1901, page 56.

The truth of this quote runs deep.  This was my first through hike.  It was the first time backpacking.   I quickly found myself up to my neck in an adventure that I was too stubborn to quit.  During the hike I did not think about work, politics, my email, retirement, or anything other than my family and the trail ahead of me.  When I paused and look and took in the wonder of what the mountains offered:  Rich sounds, fresh and natural scents, brisk and soothing air.

The wildlife seemed to welcome me.  Usually jays screech warnings when humans are near.  They did not in the high country.  Deer usually flee and keep their distance.  They often met me on the trail and stepped off to a minimal distance.  A buck walked within yards of me while I rested under a tree.  Grazing deer, marmots, chipmunks, squirrels, would look up, see me, then return to their business – unfazed, unless I was just about on top of them.   I was close enough to deer drooling while grazing on a leaves, I saw a humming bird bathing itself in a creek on the trail.  I could smell marmot musk, and had trout swim around my legs while crossing deep streams.

It seemed that forces were working against me to start.  A month before my start date a hikers died on mount Whitney .

10 days before leaving, I received this mail:

[With apologies for cross-posting] I usually avoid advice unless asked. I prefer presenting trail condition information that helps people make their own safety decisions. I hate advice posts because there’s usually no way of assessing the experience levels of those reading a post.

But I feel compelled to volunteer unrequested advice. We are at — or approaching — maximum risk levels of a JMT hike. In most years, risks peak somewhat earlier and are low by mid-June or peak in October. This year, I think it is irresponsible — to yourself, to those who love you and to SAR folks who will try to assist you — for most people (not all) to start JMT hikes in June.

While I think June 20 will be the absolute high point of the likely risk — maximum melt risks with still dangerous pass crossings — conditions are unlikely to be much better now nor to improve all that much by late June. Maybe by July 5th, hopefully by July 15th

Snow bridges, which have provided many safe stream crossings in May, are disappearing. The remaining ones are unsafe to those who don’t know how to evaluate them.

There will be high-elevation water crossings with snow banks on either side. It is hard to make safe crossings when they start and end at steep snow banks. The banks also make it hard to recover if you fall. Also, if you find open water to cross, there may be an area downstream that is still snow covered and it is all too easy to get trapped under water if you are swept under a snow-covered part of a stream. That’s a really bad way to go.

The high-flow crossings (at somewhat lower elevations) will still have large snow-covered upstream watersheds that reach maximum hours of sun exposure on June 20. Hours of sunlight will diminish thereafter but only gradually.

June is likely to have nights that don’t dip below freezing and hot days with little cloud cover. That leads to postholing even early in the day and maximum flow at crossings until the upstream snowshed starts to diminish substantially.

All of the above suggests that the volume of water at crossings — high in recent trail reports — will be even higher at some critical crossings in mid to late June.

There are plenty of passes where the fall line is a 40 degree plus slope. They are hard to descend straight down such a steep fall line. If you try to switchback, icy traverses can be very dangerous and require good self-arrest skills. I’ve done some self arrest training and I’d guess that my likelihood of a successful self-arrest is in the 50% range. The 40 degree slopes now generally end in boulder fields. Glissading becomes more dangerous with increasing hidden voids and the dangerous rocky runouts.

There will be voids created by the increased melt rate next to rocks. Some are hard to recognize and if your foot slips into a void next to a granite rock, there’s a high chance of significant injury to your leg as it scrapes along the same rock that created the unseen void.

The east side exit passes will still have cornices and you may not realize you are on a cornice until you are in the danger zone for a collapse.

There are some who could do a safe passage starting late June. But I think safety requires at a minimum

— A group hike – soloing now will increase risks
— Training and recent practice in self-arrest
— Experience in challenging stream crossings
— Enough food and slack in the schedule to allow time to search for safe crossings or wait to cross in the lower flow of early morning
— Footwear with substantial soles that have a good bite to kick in stable steps without rolling
— Hiking crampons (real ones) – maybe microspikes once others have created a good path to follow
— Lead hiker with real ice ax (unless path well defined). Trailing hikers with ice axes or Whippets
— Ability to recognize safe vs. unsafe snow bridges
— Ability to recognize where hidden voids will occur – anticipating hidden conditions that cause voids (rocks, tree wells, etc)
— Good navigation skills (there will be multiple paths visible – you need navigation skills to know which to follow)

Most of these skills are required by every member of the group. A few (e.g., assessing snow bridge safety) perhaps are required of only one member if you stick together.

Perhaps most important, I think you need a group agreement to be open to bailouts if conditions are more challenging than you expect or the skills of all in the group are not as high as you had hoped. The last thing you want is for your least experienced member to be making a solo exit via an exit trail that is harder to navigate, steeper and has less prior traffic than the main trail. And probably has cornice dangers as well.

I decided not to share this mail with my family.  The night before I took the bus to Lone Pine (my last access to email) this warning from Sequoia Kings Canyon National Park System (SEKI):

River Safety
This year’s heavy snow pack and warming temperatures have resulted in extremely dangerous river conditions. There have been three river related fatalities in 2017. The cold, swift, and dangerous Kaweah River and South Fork of the Kings River is posing a greater risk to public safety than in recent years. The park urges visitors to enjoy areas of the park that are away from the river. Getting in the river or going near it could create a life or death situation.

Snow melt is causing creeks and rivers to rise. It’s possible to cross a creek during periods when the water is running lower, and find the same creek impossible to cross within the same day, causing visitors to become stranded overnight. If you have any doubt about your ability to safely cross a creek or river you are urged to turn around. Even the best swimmers can find themselves in a difficult situation under the current water conditions.

Wilderness Travel
The bridge at South Fork Kings River in Upper Paradise Valley along the Woods Creek Trail was severely damaged over the winter and has fallen into the water. There are no other developed crossings in the area and visitors who intended to use the bridge should adjust their plans.

The snow pack in the Sierra is still significant, with more than ten feet of snow still on the ground at the higher elevations. Snow levels are patchy around 9,000 feet and continuous at 10,000 feet. This means the high mountain passes including those along the John Muir Trail and Pacific Crest Trail may be difficult, treacherous, or impassable.

Warmer temperatures are causing snow to melt and creeks are running under what appears to be stable snow, creating snow bridges. There is a danger of falling several feet through a snow bridge into rushing water. Wilderness users are urged to use extreme caution. “Streams and creeks are continuing to rise and visitors should take care when attempting undeveloped stream crossings,” said Wilderness Assistant Pablo Garzon.

Play safe and Stay Found!

I did not share this one either.  I was nervous.  I reminded myself that river crossings were not right away.  I reminded myself that I planned alternate routes.  I reminded myself that I wasn’t foolhardy…..or was I.  I was conflicted.  I forged ahead.

I met Michael and his daughter on the bus in Mojave.  (I forgot my beverages on the bus).  I met many PCT hikers at the hostel.  Most were dirty and getting clean.  Some smoked, some drank, all charging outlets were being used.  I watch 3 hikers meticulously pack their packs.  No spare space at all.  All of them had a can do attitude.  Two were a couple drippy and his girlfriend.  They gave me words of encouragement and told me I could do it.  (Was it for me or for them?)

We got a ride to Horseshoe Meadow sharing a ride with Radigast and Tennison and Mike.

A night camping at Horseshoe meadows and I was ready to go.  I hiked 9 miles to High Lake at the base of New Army Pass.  The long lake trail was flooded so I wild-countried it to High Lake and camped. Seven of us were to attempt New Army Pass in the morning.  2 waited behind and decided to go a different route.  Five of us made it to the base.  The two snow boarders attacked the 50 foot ice cornice. Going straight up.  It took one 40 minutes and the other an hour.  The three of us who remained decided we weren’t prepared for the climb. The couple decided to go the goat path along Cirque peak.  I decided to go around via Cottonwood Pass which would add another 20-25 miles to my trip (9 back, and 15 up and around cottonwood.)

My hike up Cottonwood was hard.  I started to chaffe.  My camp in a Bristcone Grove was rejuvenating.   In the morning I ran into a couple who had been turned back by the rangers.  They had lost a member of the party and Search and Rescue had to get involved.  They told me Tyndall creek was impassable and he was suffering from snow blindness.  A mile later I ran into Q (?), a woman wandering without a backpack or anything asking me if I had seen her glasses.  She looked absolutely dejected.

Daylight was running out as I hit crabtree creek.  I was thinking about camping there.  I already saw one tent.  The mosquitoes were all over I constantly move around.  I couldn’t think well.  My thigh was hurting.  Nosebleed, Ramses, and California Gold showed up and crossed crabtree creek.  They said this was a bad spot because of the mosquitoes.  I followed them.  We walked along Whitney creek.  They crossed, but I stayed on a campsite on the north side next to the San Diego group.  I hurried to get ready.  I had no appetite.  I tried to force myself to eat some beans / rice.  My neighbor smoked weed, which really bothered me.  I left the city to get away from that crap.  But whatever, I needed rest for an early start to Whitney.

I started before dawn and trekked up to the base of Whitney ascent.  I was 6 miles away from my Ranger Station campsite.  Farther thank I thought.  I had used up a lot of time and energy just to get to the base.  I drank a quart of water.  Filled both of my quarts and started up.  I was exhausted. It was slow going.  Groups of people passed me.  My pack was killing my shoulders.  I met one climber coming down, who said she couldn’t do it, that she couldn’t get past the ice traverse on the top of the switch backs.  I climbed on.  People looked like ants down below.  I looked up and I’d occasionally see someone so high, that I couldn’t believe I had so far to go.  People started to pass me on the way down.  “You have about 2 miles of up to go” “It get’s steeper and harder to breath.”  “There is no water up there and no snow.”  My nose continued to bleed but I kept going.  I made it past one ice traverse.  I reached the second.  It was after noon.  I had less than 1/2 quart of water.  The second Ice traverse in front me slide into a rock pile.  I was tired.  My back hurt.  I decided to turn around and go back down.   I was at about 13000 feet.

On my way down I encountered a group of 3 hikers coming in from Independence via Kesarge pass.  They intimated that the hike over Forrester to here was the hardest hiking they had ever done and suggest I do some soul searching as to whether I could do it.   I made camp where the Whitney trail meets up with the PCT after a little creek.  I had some food and determined that that nasty smell wasn’t just BO, but that my chaffing had become infected and was oozing puss.  I washed it the best I could, used my rubbing alcohol and Neosporin gauze and tape.  I went to bed thinking about my failures and warnings:

  • Maximum risk for a June start…don’t be irresponsible reschedule
  • SEKI warnings about death and snow melts.
  • New Army Pass FAIL
  • Cottonwood Pass couple warnings about Tyndall creek.
  • Infected Leg
  • Mount Whitney Failure
  • Going through snow was harder than I thought.
  • Failing Nutrition system and no appetite.

Perhaps I should bail out at Kesarge.  Four nights in, with 2 more until Kesarge, I was having little success…should I quit?

Ear Hustling Part 1?

As a teacher if I listen surreptitiously (ear hustle), I can learn things about my students, our school, and my practice.   This is what I heard this week:

  1. “I had so much trouble at my old school.  I did everything I could.  I went in one time after school to my teacher’s office hours and she got mad at me for not understanding.  Around that time I got involved with parker park group…you know that bunch of stoners with ________.  I stopped going to school.  I felt like all my teachers just gave up on me.  However here, I feel like my teachers care.  I feel more in control. I feel like I’m working towards something.  My attendance is almost perfect, and I’m on honor roll.  I hated it over there, even walking down the halls I felt so much anxiety.  I had a really bad experience.  I hate high school and just want it to finish.”
  2. “This is the best field trip I’ve ever been on.  Most of the time the teachers are so….I don’t know how to describe it, but they are so on us.  Here I feel free to explore on my own.  It’s also nice that this is a small group.”
  3. “I’m here because of my sophomore year.  I got caught up and in between all this stuff…so much drama.  Then my friend introduced me to …you know….weed.  But over here the teachers are so much more chill and willing to work with us.”

Gentrification in Costa Rica

We visited Cabo Matapalo on the Osa Peninsula of Costa Rica.  It was great.  We met a fabulous guide Rodolfo.  He described how his family owned a large tract of land (finca) in which they grew many fruits and vegetables for sale.  However, his family sold the land to pay for school for his seven brothers and sisters.

“Do you look at the land now and regret that.   There seem to be smaller lots and more resort style tourists moving in”

“No, because I have so many more opportunities now. Also, many of the new land owners coming from rich countries allow the land to return to a forest state which provides more habitat for native wildlife.”

It seemed like he was ok with the changes; however later we passed a house and scowled: “Some of the people move down here for Costa Rica, yet they change everything, they pull out native plants and trees and plant things that are harmful.  Look here this vine is killing everything it grows on.  And there, look, there is no path for arboreal mammals to move from tree to tree.  Why move here if you want to change everything about it.”

And later we had this exchange: “People complain why I charge so much.  I ask them to go shopping.  They comeback and tell me everything is so expensive.  Right I say, that is why I have to charge a lot for my services.   I have to live.  The change is like upgrading from 3G to 4G, it costs more, and you can’t stay at 3G if everyone else goes to 4G.”

Towards the end of our time with him he also noted: “There are less and less Ticos here.  I don’t even say ‘Hola’ when walking down the street anymore.  And granola?  No one would have wanted granola 20 years ago, now our stores stock food that is not typical.  This also drives prices up.”

He was describing a process of gentrification.  Many of the for sale signs we saw said that: “For Sale” by USA firms such as Century 21 or Caldwell bankers.  Many did not say : “Se Vende Lotes”.  Many of the hotels, AirBB, and were owned and operated by ex-patriots. All with stories of finding their way to Costa Rica and falling in love with it and staying.

“I finished my last tour with the Grateful Dead, and decided to come here.”  “I’ve always dreamt of the of the Jungle, and when I came here, I found what was in my dream.” “I left home at 16 to surf. I came to here, and never left…that was 30 years ago.” “I was hired for a a director position, and decided to take a vacation before getting behind a desk.  I got here, and decided I didn’t want to leave.”

We went to local’s market on Friday night.  We expected local goods and wares for locals.  Instead of a farmer’s market-like environment, there was jewelry and handicrafts, homemade soaps (proudly bragging they were now in the airport), and ice cream.  All but two vendors were Tico, the rest had relocated there from up north.  Moreover, the market resembled Telegraph Ave in Berkeley rather than a local market where people bought and sold items  they both grew and needed.  We saw mostly gringos, talking English, who were shopping for trinkets rather than weekly needs.

A lot of people we met who relocated there seemed to have been broken and looked towards Costa Rica for healing.  Were they in turn draining Costa Rica?

 

Turtles and Instinct

Arribada in Ostional 7/2016
Arribada in Ostional 7/2016

A few turtle facts.  Turtles are reptiles with a small brain.  They nearly impossible to train and therefore have little “learnt” behaviors.  During the last part of the quarter moon turtles start to arrive to lay eggs.  A few at first, but at it’s height there will be thousands at a time in one location.  One square meter of beach at Ostional will have as many as 16 nests. Generally, the turtles come in at the dark of night, and will pick a location close to the shore, mid beach, or high near the vegetation line.  They then start to dig with their back flippers.  The alternate, they jam their flipper down straight, curl it to scoop sand, then place it outside the hole, then brush it away.  This will repeat until a maximum depth is found.  She then will place both back flippers over the hole and start to lay.  Eggs come out, 1,2,3, and sometimes 4 at a time falling into the hole.  The species I observed (Olive Ridley) laid between 80 and 110 (The max number I observed).  When done, she fills the hold, then rocks her shell back and forth to pat down the sand, then move around to camouflage the nest.  They then return to ocean, where they live a solitary life.  A mother may return 2-3 times a year to lay eggs.

The scooping of sand out is a very complex behavior.  It is used nowhere else in their natural life.  Moreover, they are not raised by a parent, so turtles are on their own from day 1 until they lay eggs again.  How do they know how to do this?  There is no Lamaze class for expectant turtle mothers, and there is no evidence of communication.  If missing a flipper, the turtle will still attempt to dig.  She will continue to cover and camouflage the next if the eggs were taken while laying — essentially covering an empty nest.  In the the words of a Phd student I met there (Christina), they are “pre programmed” to do this activity.  It is an “instinctual activity” she said.

To me this falls short.  Where did the instinct come from?  Evolution says that over millennia, turtles that did not bury eggs in the sand died out, thus building a genetic memory to dig and camouflage.  However, there must have a been a group that did it first, so how did they figure it out?  Going back to the same beach where they were born is understandable to me (Although I wonder what would happen if eggs were transplanted to another beach).  Religious folk would call this “instinct” programmed by a creator.   It seems mysterious and wondrous to me!

A couple of quick notes about what pictures don’t show.  The beach is littered with broken shells from millions of hatching.  There are more turtle shells than sea shells.  Vultures, dogs, and crabs are plentiful, predating on newly deposited shells.  At night we would patrol the beach.  Measure and count turtles, their eggs, nest depth, and location.  During the morning we would do  a census.  One morning I did census prior to the arribada and found 36 exits from the ocean and only 5 nests remained in tact.  The rest were poached by people to sell turtle eggs on the black market, by dogs to eat, or were false exists where the turtle was unsuccessful in making a nest or was frightened off.

Some of my favorite non visual memories of this event was 1) The labored breathing of the turtle while laying eggs.  2) The group of people supporting turtle.  At times we would sit there quietly at 2 in the morning, under the milky way, listening to the waves and turtle, until our measurements were done.  Earlier in the evening 8-12 shifts are crowded with people and frequently with obnoxious people.  3) One job was little pick up, which entailed removing trash, moving large wood to the vegetation line, and filling in holes so turtles don’t get stuck.  It felt great, after doing this, to then see 15 turtles use the section of the beach that I cleared.

 

Police Violence

Once again two young black men are dead because of “arrest-related death”

Here are the stats for arrest related deaths 2003-2009: http://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/ard0309st.pdf

Of the many numbers that stood out to me were the fact that “accidental” deaths for young men of color were higher than their white counterparts. More damning is the fact that because

White population ~ 63.7%  Black non-hispanic population 12.2%  Source Wiki

White population deaths (2003-2009) = 2026  Black non-hispanic deaths = 1529

12.2/63.7 = x/2026 ==> x=388

So if things were proportional and equal 388 Black non-hispanic people should have been killed.

But 1529 were.  How much greater is this number?

1529/388 =3.94

3.94 times greater

So Black non-hispanics are 4 times more likely to have an arrest related death when accounting for population

If we do the same for white and non-white

36.3/63.7 = x/2026 ==> x=1155

So if things were proportional and equal 1155 non-white people should have been killed.

But 2787 were.  How much greater is this number?

2787/1155 = 2.4

2.4 times greater.

So if you are non-white you are 2.4 times more likely to have an arrest related death.

What the HELL, When will this change!

 

I wonder:

*What about years 2010-2015?

*Arrest-Deaths assumes equal chance of contact.  However people of color are more likely to have police encounters does this again increase likelihood of Arrest-Death encounters.

 

 

Hikes

Through Hike:

  • John Muir Trail (283 Miles, 3 weeks) – Horseshoe Meadows – Cottonwood Pass – Happy Isles

Arenal National Park (Costa Rica)

  • Cerro Chato (6.5 miles 4 hours)

Briones Regional Park (Moraga, CA)

  • Old Briones Rd – Briones Crest Trail – Abrigo (5 miles 150 minutes)

China Camp State Park

Chugach National Forest

  • Winner Creek Trail, ~2-3 miles, Hand Tram, with 3 and 8 yr old.
  • 3 mile trek up to glacier from back of Willawaw campground (Stay on left of creek as right side becomes impassable near top)
  • 3 mile portage valley hike around small ponds near Willawaw with 3 and 8 yr old.  Saw Moose, salmon, and waterfowl.

Covacado/Cabo Matapalo – Costa Rica

  • Matina’s to Cabo Matapalo beach and back + Rio Carbonero (6 miles – 6 hours)
  • Rio Carbonero 1 mile
  • Playa Cabo Matapolo – Gulfo Dule Trail – Trogon Trail – Tropical Paridise Trail (4 miles 2 hours)

Curi Concha – Monteverde Costa Rica

  • 2.5 miles through various reserve trails

Grand Canyon National Park

Huckleberry Botanic Regional Preserve

  • Self Guided Tour (2.75 miles 1 hour)

Indian Canyons (Palm Springs California)

  • Murray Canyon Trail –> Colman Trail (1.5 miles)
  • Palm Canyon Trail –> East Fork Trail (~5 miles)

Inyo National Forest

Kenai Fjords National Park

Lake Chabot Regional Park

  • Puma Point – Hucks Trail – Honker Bay – Towhee – Puma Point (3.25 miles w/ 1-3 graders)
  • Jackson Grade – Brandon – Cottontail – Redtail – Brandon – Towhee – Live Oak – East Shore – West Shore – Golden Rod (11.4 miles 4 hours)
  • Golden Rod – Columbine – Honker Bay – Live Oak – Towhee – Red Tail – Deer Canyon – Brandon – Jackson Grade (8.6 miles 3.5 hours)

Lassen National Park

  • Bumpass Hell (3miles w/9 and 4 yrold with pulled achilles and foot boot)
  • Echo Lake (just to junction 3 miles with pulled achilles and foot boot) from summit lake north

Las Trampas Regional Park

  • Elderberry – Rocky Ridge – Bollinger Creek – Trampas Ridge – Coudoroy – Madrone – Virgil Williams – Del Amigo – Sulpher Springs – Trapline -Chamise (14  miles – 6hours Lots of elevation changes)
  • Elderberry – Devils Hole – Sycamore – Rocky Ridge – Bollinger Creek – Trampas Ridge –Chamise

Leona Heights Regional Park

  • York Trail (~1mile with students)
  • McDougal Trail (~1 mile with students)

Petrified Forest National Park

  • Blue Mesa Trail (1 mile)

Point Reyes National Seashore (South District Map  North District Map)

  • Tomales Point from Pierce Point Ranch(9.5 miles)
  • Horse Trail –> Sky Trail –> Bay view trail (5 miles 2 hrs)
  • Bay View Trail –> Laguna Trail –>Fire Lane Trail (8 miles 3hrs)
  • Laguna Trail (2 miles 45 minutes)
  • Bay View Trail –> Z trail –>Wittenberg –>Sky Trail –> Bay View (7 miles 3 hours)
  • Bay View Trail –> Sky Trail –> Woodward Valley Trail –> Coast Trail –> Laguna Trail –> Hidden Valley –>Laguna (10.5 miles 3hrs 40mins)
  • Inverness Ridge –>Drakes View –>Laguna Trail (7.5 miles 2.5 hours)
  • Olema Valley – Bolema – Ridge – Greenpicker – Glen – Baldy – Sky – Bayview (14.3 miles 4.75 hours)

Redwood National Park

Redwood Regional Park

  • Stream Trail –> Prince Trail –> East Ridge –>West Ridge —French Loop –>Orchard Trail –>Birdle Trail –>Stream (9 miles 3hrs 10 mins)
  • Canyon – East Ridge – West Ridge – French – Orchard – Birdle (10 miles, 3.5 hours)
  • Graham – Dunn – Baccaris – West Ridge – Birdle – Orchard – French – Madrone – West Ridge (8 miles 3.5 hours)
  • Graham – Dunn – Baccaris – West Ridge – Orchard – French – Madrone – West Ridge (6.7 miles 2.5 hours)
  • West Ridge – Graham – Dunn – Baccaris – West Ridge – Bridle – Stream – Euclyptus – Phillips Loop – East Ridge (3.5 hours, 9.5 miles)
  • East Ridge – Canyon – Stream – Birdle – Orchard – West Ridge – Bacchaeus – Dunn-Gramm – Bowl – West Ridge (210 minutes, 10 miles)

Samuel P Taylor Park

  • Pioneer Trail (2 miles with 14 high school students)
  • Shafter Grade (4 miles 1hr 20mins)

Sequoia National Park

Sibley Volcanic Regional Preserve

  • Ridge Trail – 1/2 Round Trail – Visitor Center
  • Round Top Trail – Volcanic Trail – Round top trail (3.5 miles 2 hour w/ 6yr old and 10 year old)
  • Quarry Rd – Volcanic Trail – Round Top – Skyline – Huckleberry Path – Skyline Blvd – Ridge Trail/Skyline (6.8 miles 3 hours)

Tilden Regional Park

  • Wildcat Peak Hike (w/ class of 2nd graders 4 miles) (Loop Road – Pine Tree Trail – Canyon Trail – Laurel Canyon Trail – Loop Road)
  • Jewel Lake
  • Wildcat Cat Gorge Trail – Curran Trail – Canyon Meadows Trail (3 mils 1 hour)
  • Pine Tree Trail – Laurel Canyon – Nimitz – Mezue – Wildcat Creek Trail (9.3 miles 3 hrs)
  • Wildcat Creek – Havey Canyon – Nimitz – Wildcat Peak – Wildcat Creek Trail – Sylvanian Trail – Jewel Lake Trail (7.9 miles 3hrs)
  • Vollmer Peak Trail – Lower Springs Trail – Seaview Trail Vollmer Peak – Vollmer Peak Trail. (5 miles 2 hours)
  • Seaview – Lower Springs – Quarry – Vulmer Peak – Lupine – Vulmer Peak (5miles 2hours)
  • Vulmer Peak – Lupine – Arroyo -Quarry – Meadow Canyon – Loop – Laurel Canyon – Laural Road – NImitz – Seaview – Lupine – Vulmer Peak  (10 miles 3.5 hours)
  • Canyon Meadows – Nimitz – San Pablo Ridge – Belgum – Wilcat Canyon – Loop Road (13 miles 5.5 hours)

Tongass National Forrest

  • Photopoint trail Mendenhall glacier (other trails closed due to a jokulaup) with 3 and 8 year old. Rainforest incredibly lush.

Yellowstone National Park

Yosemite National Park

 

Too much information needed

Sometimes I feel as if my head will explode. I have teach my content. I work and innovate modes of of educational transmission to help my students. This is a tall task. Things are changing common core, new administrations, new educational philosophies constantly try to redirect my efforts.  My class has rarely been the same thing twice.  My projects rotate, my students change, and I have never been able to coast.

In addition, there are school-wide initiatives: Positive Behavior Interventions and Supports, Engaging Instruction, SIM, CTE pathways, and what not, Co-Teaching, “Do it differently”.

Also, there are district initiatives: Culturally Responsive Teaching, ELD, Common Core.

Then there are things that I want to try: Project Based Learning, Stations, Conflict Resolution.

And there is that I need to refine: Lessons that didn’t go well, reflections, points of inquiry.

I’m having trouble keeping up…even though I’m a seasoned expert.