The Vagaries of RV Travel

Not every RV day plays out like the ads.  Yesterday, September 10, about 20 hours ago, I found “American RV Park” in Talent, Oregon on I-5 listed in “Passport America”.  Three calls, no answers.  So I decided to just show up because it said no reservations in connection with the Passport America discount.

It was perhaps the worst-looking RV park I had ever investigated.  Very crowded.  Old trailers.  Huge speed bumps.  Kids everywhere.  Yards cluttered.  In making a loop through the place, I decided to keep going.  But where to stay?  The sun was setting.  I didn’t want to track down another RV park, carefully pull into my assigned spot and attach utilities.  I just wanted to park somewhere safe and go to sleep.

What do you know?  There was a WalMart across the street that I hadn’t noticed.  (The RV park was “right-turn in” and some trees blocked the WalMart sign.)  I eased my way into the far corner of their huge lot and pulled in front of a “No Overnight” sign.  I sat there contemplating whether or not I should try to get away with it.  There was one “Class C” RV parked further into the corner.

Instead, I remembered that there was a rest area on I-5 about a mile before the town’s exit.  I drove back north about three miles to the last exit, got off and on again, now heading south, and pulled in.  “No Overnight Camping” stared me in the face.  How odd.  I had parked overnight in a rest area the night before on Highway 97 in Oregon.  What to do?  It was now dark.

I drove south again and got off at the original exit and got back on going north, but went two exits north this time.  No big-box retailers with huge parking lots, but some gas stations and motels.  Time to give up.  I would get a room at the Holiday Inn Express and get a good shower.  I needed it.  The parking lot had plenty of room; maybe there was a deal was to be had.  I parked on the street and went in.

“We have one room left,” she said.  “It’s $128.  A lot of people are here for the Shakespeare Festival.”  I thanked her and said I would check on one of the other motels.

As I walked to my truck I noticed immediately across the street a new, poorly lit one-story commercial building for lease.  It had a paved entrance on one side and a paved exit on the other with parking in the rear and no lights anywhere.  I looked around.  Perfect.  I pulled across the street and behind the building and got good night’s sleep.

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Crater Lake National Park

Crater Lake National Park was next.  Don’t miss it.  But don’t stay long either.  Drive to the Visitor’s Center at the rim and park.  Hang a left and follow the trail north along the rim.  You are on the Pacific Crest Trail.  Bring your camera.  The trail hugs the edge of the caldera for at least six miles here, winding in and out among hemlocks and a few white bark pines to afford breath-taking views every couple of minutes of a royal blue sea 2,000 feet down and six miles across.

What you won’t like is the road that circumnavigates the crater where you are assured of highway sounds, sometimes close, sometimes distant.  But the park is Crater Lake.  Or, Crater Lake is the park.  Once you have done this hike, move on.

Earlier in the day I saw a scruffy looking guy sitting at an outside table in front of the café with a cup of coffee.  A thru-hiker could be at Crater Lake right about now.  He confirmed that he was headed for Canada.  It had been in the 20s the night before.  He had a down quilt that was good for the mid-40s and had gotten cold on the trail, so around 2 a.m. he collected his stuff and started hiking north with a flashlight in order to keep warm.  He reached the Visitor’s Center a few minutes before 8 a.m. when it opened.  The coffee and the warming sun had revived him, and we talked for a couple of hours.

“Homelessness for the ambitious” was how he described a significant category of thru-hikers, including himself.  For many goal-oriented types, the sense of accomplishment, or of meeting an exceptional challenge, is what drives them.  Some thru-hikers just want the adventure.  Many are between major events in their life: graduation, divorce, sale or loss of a business, career change

My interlocutor called himself “Pajamas” (every hiker on the trail has a trail name.)  Pajamas goes by the name of Branden Lampley in another life.  I asked him if there were real odd-balls out there, people with severe emotional issues.

“The trail is self-selecting,” he said.  “They don’t last long.  The trip is not completed with your feet.  It’s completed up here,” pointing to his head.  Pajamas seemed to me to have a good grip on the reality of his extraordinary challenge.  I have no doubt he will make the Canadian line.

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Labor Day Weekend

On Thursday, September 2nd, I started to contemplate the approaching Labor Day weekend.  I had three thoughts.  One: the parks and trails everywhere would be crowded, so I had not only to abandon solitude on the trail, I would have to struggle to find a decent RV site.  Two: my left hip was hurting and I could use a rest.  Three: I wanted to see the West Coast sometime during my journey down the Pacific Crest Trail.

Crossing into Oregon and glancing at the road map, I could see that Highway 26, then Highway 6, ran west to Netarts Bay.  That, I decided, would be the location for my Labor Day chill-out.

I had visions of soaking up the sun, lying around on warm beaches, and on the highway west I had every reason to believe this would be so.  The outside temperature on my dash hit 91º.  But such fantasies disappeared as I reached the coast and saw the temperature gauge plummet to 61º before I got out of the car.  My torso never saw the light of day, but seeing the wild and wooded Oregon Coast for the first time was exciting.

Monday morning I headed east on I-84, bound for a stretch of the PCT on the slopes of Mt. Hood.  I found Tucker Park not far from the town of Hood River, and by mid-morning Thursday I had driven uphill to Whatum Lake where I stepped off on the PCT.

Here me.  This first few miles south of Whatum Lake on the PCT is the most comfortable tread-way I have ever been on.  Perhaps it was the weather: nippy and cool.  Perhaps the grade: ever so slightly uphill.  Perhaps it was my emotional state, but I’m not much on introspection.  The path was lined with giant Douglas fir.  The cool dampness suited me that morning.  The tread-way was soft and earthen, but the fallen fir needles and mist eliminated mud and dust here, and the world was quiet.  The density of the trees was such that what little ground cover existed was ankle high.  My pants stayed dry.  At noon I took apart a tangelo and ate a nut bar.  The still air surrounded me.  A nuthatch called.  The dense mist continued to envelop me.  Darkness at noon.  And then I headed back to my RV.

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Rainier National Park

Referring to Schaefer’s “Best Day Hikes” book again, I decided to head for Mt. Rainier National Park.  From Chinook Pass I could hike north on the Pacific Crest Trail for formidable slopes of wildflowers (her hike #11) and then hike south the next day, lured by her ultimate praises of the scenics in that direction (her hike #10.)  Because the first day was overcast and the second promised better weather for the view, I did them in that order.

It was a good choice.  The second day will go down as one of the most scenic hikes I’ve ever had.  It’s a circular hike: out on the PCT, back on the Natchez Peak Loop Trail.

The day was brilliant blue, the sunlight sharp.  As I headed south, I had dramatic views of a forested valley that ran east.  As you round the slope of the mountainside and immediately look northwest an impossibly huge, dazzling portion of planet Earth is right in front of you, hanging over you, so to speak.  And for the rest of your return to Chinook Pass, Rainier is right in front of you.  It was my first encounter with the mountain since arriving in Seattle from Florida a week earlier, so I am sure that had something to do with the impact of this first sighting.

Some advice.  Only do this hike when high pressure prevails and you know you will see the mountain.  Only do it clockwise.  That way the mountain is in front of you for the entire return.  Start by mid-morning.  Conditions often worsen in the afternoon.  Bring lunch.  At the first sight of Rainier there are several appealing spots for a break.  You can do this hike in two hours.  I took five.

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Pacific Crest Trail

Jim Kern on the PCT

Some people prefer a hike on the beach, others the dark green foliage of the AT, some the juniper of New Mexico, some the quiet giants of Douglas fir, some Florida’s Big Cypress savannah in winter.  And on and on.

Although there are close seconds, I think a ridge hike above a tree line is my favorite.  I began six weeks of day-hikes on the Pacific Crest Trail in just this way.  It happened that Day and Section Hikes Pacific Crest Trail: Washington by Adrienne Schaefer caught my eye.  Although she writes her book south-to-north, I planned my trek from northern Washington to the PCT’s southern terminus in CA.  Her last hike extended north from Harts Pass.  It would be my first.

Starting in Seattle, it was a long but stunning drive from I-5 east on Hwy 20 just to get to the gravel road she wanted me to negotiate to get to the trailhead.  Numerous times I asked, “Is this drive going to be worth it?”  “Is this hike good enough to do again?”  But then came the rough part, the last ten miles.  “Will I actually be able to recommend that others go through this ordeal at the end of a three hour highway drive?”

Now that I have been there, I can say yes with enthusiasm!  But since the views are so special, you will only want to do this hike when you can count on clear blue skies.  I parked at the trailhead half way to Slate Peak from Harts Pass and hiked north.  Jake’s Peak and the Neve Glacier on Columbia Mountain were in front of me all day.  Wildflowers were splayed at my feet everywhere.

The second day I parked south of Meadow Campground and hiked south.  (To avoid another climb up a gravel road I camped at Harts Pass; morning temperature: 33 degrees.)  The upward footpath is gradual; after rounding a slope and heading west, Tatie’s Peak and Azurite Peak offer dramatic views for hours.  And, there were peak after peak behind them in the distance.  It was a grand day!

Before leaving the North Cascades I wanted to add Hwy 20 to the Most Scenic Road Trips list I started earlier in these blogs: Leave I-5 north of Seattle and drive east through Burlington.  Within five miles you will emerge from a crummy commercial section of a town with the improbable name of  Sedro Woolley and be on your way to over 100 miles of the most pleasurable driving I know of….all the way to Mazama.  This is a drive that will make you feel good about America.  Small, scattered farms, fruit stands and family wineries await.  And no billboards!  From there, the road starts to turn through woodlands and climb seriously beyond Marblemount, exposing sheer forested slopes.  Any chap with a sports car would love the road from Ross Lake to Rainy Pass where the PCT crosses, as well as the winding descent into Mazama.  Visit the “Store” there and have lunch at the “Restaurant.”  Charming!  I hope these folks don’t ruin things and get “sophisticated.”

Tags: slate peak, Pacific Crest Trail, America, hike, Section Hikes Pacific Crest Trail, Meadow Campground, northern Washington
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My thoughts about the CDT

The first two people I met on the Continental Divide Trail were a German man and his wife in southern New Mexico in April.  They had flown from Germany to El Paso the day before.  Three days later in central New Mexico I met three men, one from California, one from Oregon, and one from Germany.  Four days later I met four young men at Ghost Ranch in northern New Mexico hiking toward the Canadian border, one from France and three from Israel.  Of the first nine people I met, seven were foreigners.  I was so astounded by this small sample that I called Theresa Martinez, Continental Divide Trail Coordinator for Colorado and Wyoming, based in Golden, Colorado.  She wasn’t surprised.  “Over half of the thru-hikers on the CDT are foreigners,” she told me.

This was just my first surprise when I arrived from Florida to do six weeks of day-hikes on the CDT, but here is another.  The 2,100 mile AT has 25,000 members; the 3,100 mile CDT has 800 to 1,000.  Explaining this is not easy.  As one might imagine, the trail is poorly maintained.  One of its foreign friends had this to say, “The trail in general has a marking problem.  There is not even one section we can say that is fully marked.  The thing is that even if the trail is marked, it is not consistent nor continues for more than a few dozen miles.”  He was not out to bad-mouth the trail because he added, “The scenery was amazing; green meadows, crystal blue water and abundant wildlife.”  “First of all the great thing about the long trail is the diversity in scenery and the people along the way.”  “It is hard to decide on one specific place that was the most beautiful, all of them were gorgeous (really!!.)”

I have hiked the AT, the Florida Trail, the Sierras, the High Uintas, the Bitterroot, the Beartooth and a dozen other places, but I think the CDT when properly marked and mapped might surpass them all in diversity and grandeur.  Let me put it another way; the CDT and the CDT Alliance have no where to go but up.

Up it will go.  I say that because of the staff I met and talked to from Hachita, New Mexico, to Gunsight Pass, Glacier National Park.  They are fully cognizant of the treasure placed in their care, and they are fully capable of taking the CDT where it needs to go.

Looking ahead, here are some tasks:

  • Market the trail to Japanese, Western European and Israeli Trail clubs (I’ll commit to give two programs to the Club Alpin Francais next June.)
  • At home, market the CDT in Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Colorado Springs, Denver, Missoula and Helena for starters.  The CDT Alliance should have 5,000 members in the greater Denver area alone.  (Offering well-thought-out programs to outing clubs is probably the most cost-effective option open.)
  • Identify trail friends in the BLM and USFS.  Explain that some pressure on the system will be needed to change attitudes about how they do things.  Ask them to stand by you.
  • Apply the pressure.  Too many in the BLM and the USFS think this trail is theirs and that too many hikers will ruin it.  (Let me take a few of them to the French Alps.  I’m serious.  We don’t know what high use is.  I can’t see that the resource or experience suffers.)

There is a culture in the Rockies that Uncle has all this free land and all you have to do is enjoy it freely.  The work ethic must catch on here as it has on both coasts.  Citizens need to maintain trails.  Authority accrues to those who do the work, know the resource intimately and press their views.

  • Promote Trail Towns that in turn provide for the needs of hikers.  Here are some naturals: Lordsburg, New Mexico; Cuba, New Mexico; Grants and Pie Town, New Mexico; Salida, Colorado; Granby (Grand Lake), Colorado; Rollins, Wyoming; West Yellowstone, Wyoming; Butte, Montana; Helena, Montana.  (There is a healthy co-dependent relationship in the east between trail towns and hikers that proves it works for both.)  The Chamber of Commerce should help with this effort.  Hikers don’t spend a ton of money, but they don’t make much of an impact either.
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Glacier National Park (Last Blog on the CDT)

I arrived at Glacier National Park in mid-afternoon, the fourth of July, and looked up the Back Country Office.  This office issues permits to sleep at remote campsites within the park.  For weeks I had had two ideas in my mind.  One, I would find the wildflowers that thus far on the trip had eluded me and, two, I would photograph the sunrise at Logan Pass on Going to the Sun Road that bisects the park at 6,646 feet.

Number two was in trouble right away.  The road was closed each night from 9 PM to 7 AM for repairs.  The sun rose at 5:40 on the 4th.  Then it dawned on me that the next day was a holiday.  The road crew shouldn’t be working.  But the weather report was for rain on that day, and clearing the next.  I had no choice.  I had to go the next day, rain or shine.

So I set the alarm for 2:30, left the RV at 3:15 and for the next two hours drove up hill on a winding road through the dark and the rain.  What a bad idea.  I could have been nestled in a warm down bag.

I pulled into the vacant parking lot at the visitor center at 5:00, just as the sky was lightening.  I dropped the seat back and dozed.  Around 5:30 I was aware that the rain had stopped.  Well, why not get out and put the camera on the tripod?

About 5:50 I looked up from my camera and saw a warm glow streaming in the valley from the east.  I couldn’t believe it.  I picked up the tripod and raced to the far end of the parking lot to get asphalt out of the picture and may have gotten a dramatic photograph.  In two or three minutes the dawn light was gone.

Later in the day I drove down the east side of the pass about five miles, parked at Gunsight Pass and walked out the CDT to Reynolds Campground and beyond.  Only when I got back to the truck at the end of the day did it start to rain again.

On Tuesday, I had the truck serviced for the long drive down the Pacific Coast in September to follow the Pacific Crest Trail, and then my journey home, and tended to other business.  On Wednesday I went back out to day-hike with Shannon Freix, trail coordinator for the Continental Divide Trail Alliance.  I told Shannon my need for wildflower photographs, and she suggested we try a road off Highway 2 that went south into the Badger Forest District instead of north into the park.  We hit pay dirt.  For the first time since April I was surrounded with a plethora of wildflowers: lupine, Indian paint brush, arnica, penstemon, potentilla, and wallflower, to name just a few.

Then we went down into East Glacier Park and had lunch at Two Medicine Lake.  In the afternoon we climbed toward Scenic Peak and again found abundant wildflowers along the trail, a real score, and a great way to end a journey up the Continental Divide Trail.

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Tetons, Beaver Dam and Birds

Here is the grandest scene I know of in the U.S. Park System.  Walk in the entrance of the Jackson Lake Lodge in the Tetons and mount the long flight of steps in front of you to the main lobby.  As you do, windows three stories high come into view straight ahead of you.  At the top of the steps you are drawn across the lobby where you gaze at the Teton Range.  It’s staggering.  If the weather is fine, you will immediately walk outside for a better view.  No where else in the country do mountains rise so sharply and so high above the surrounding plain.

From the Tetons I drove directly north into Yellowstone, crossing the Divide near Grant Village, and taking the easterly route around to Gardner, Montana, and then north to Livingston to share an evening meal with family friends.  From there I doubled back south to sample the CDT at Red Rock Pass and moved the RV west to Beaver Dam Campground in the National Forest off I-15 in order to hike north in the afternoon from Chief Joseph Pass.

Here is a page from my journal describing the Forest Service Campground at Beaver Dam:

“Back at the Forest Service’s Beaver Dam Campground, a flycatcher came calling with very distinctive notes.  Sibley describes the song as, “Quick, three beers”, an olive-sided flycatcher.  I can’t remember when I saw one last.  It is after nine.  Light is fading fast.  A robin sings, but his notes are challenged by Country Western music.  The nearest RV is at least 400’ away, but I can almost hear the words.  The family with the sound box can’t possibly hear the robin.  How sad that they come here and choose not to hear.  ATVs, motorized bikes and cars are the only things I see moving on the graded road and forest roads that splinter off it.  This is my second night.  I counted ten RVs and yet I have seen no one walk.  I have seen no one with a field guide, no one taking a picture of a scene in nature while I have been here.  Last night I heard voices and music until 12:30 when I fell off to sleep.”

RVers can further separate themselves from nature by buying a “toy hauler.”  This is an RV with a compartment in the rear for large toys.  Instead of a pair of binoculars, some field guides, a pair of hiking boots, a kayak or a fly rod, the owner can more easily bring into the woods, motorized trail bikes, ATVs, even a jeep, vehicles that go fast, burn fuel and make noise.  We have a school problem dealing with over-stimulated students.  But I think we have a problem with over-stimulated adults as well.  Nature, the last environment for reflection and contemplation, is in danger of being consumed by feverish activity.

At long last, tomorrow I will be in Whitefish on the doorstep of Glacier National Park.

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South Pass History and Brooks Lake Scenery

I have friends who ski outside Steamboat Springs.  I had never been there, but it’s on the way to Buffalo Pass in the Zirkel Mountains.  An attractive town, neat and prosperous, it is also welcoming.  It’s out in the middle of nowhere, but so is Aspen.  I drove east out of town toward Buffalo Pass and the Continental Divide.  I envisioned a ridge line with sweeping vistas to the right and left as I hiked north.  Instead, I found a locked gate across a public right-of-way after ten plus miles of graded road.  I was irked.  Instead of turning around, I shouldered my tripod and decided to hike up hill on the road, perhaps reaching the pass.

In less than an hour I came upon the problem.  Snow covered the road as far as I could see.  Glacier lilies were in bloom where the snow had melted.  Pine siskins were about, too.  And a Cassin’s finch was singing.  I just made the best of it, but snow was once again blocking my way.  This was a pass, not a mountain top….and it was June 21!

I am not much of a history buff, but if there is a dollop of adventure in the events, I can get excited.  Lewis & Clark’s journal, Shackleton’s story in Endurance, the history of the Khyber Pass, I can get just as caught up in these as I did South Pass, which I visited next.  I took US Hwy 287 north out of Rawlins.  When it angled west, the view turned dramatic: undulating hills with the snowy peaks of the Wind River Range directly ahead of me in the distance.

Those fur traders and prospectors who followed Lewis & Clark didn’t want to deal with the Rocky Mountains.  If they went very far south, the rivers were too swift, deep and wide: the Colorado, the Green, the Rio Grande.  But in 1812 an Indian guide led Robert Stuart with the Columbia Fur Co. around the south end of the Wind River Range.  Although it was very much north in central Wyoming, the spot was still south of the other options.  So it was immediately known as South Pass.

When the great western emigration began, the California Trail, the Oregon Trail, the Mormon Trail and the Pony Express all went through South Pass, the only common point for each.  Upwards of 300,000 souls, some with wagons, some with stock, some with only barrows, passed this way between 1812 and 1869 when the transcontinental railroad was completed.

The Continental Divide and the Continental Divide Trail both traverse this spot.

In 1867 when gold was discovered nearby, a town of 2,000 sprung up, and South Pass City bloomed briefly, until 1875 when the mineral played out.  Old buildings have been renovated and personal effects set in place by the Wyoming Division of Parks.  For $4 you can stroll along “Main Street.”  Commemorative “tombstones” identify many of the buildings that no longer exist.  I walked out of town on the CDT.

After doubling back to US Hwy 287, I continued north just past a spot on the map marked Dubois.  Five miles up a gravel road landed me at Brooks Lake Campground.  Thank you, Teresa Martinez.   I never would have found this without you.  The lake is a jewel; the setting is a panorama of sheer mountains.  My first day there I took a detour off the CDT to search for Jade Lake, which I didn’t find.  It didn’t matter.  I took a sun bath in front of a dramatic escarpment and then dropped back down to the campground.

By the way, the drive from Dubois to Grand Teton National Park on Hwy 287 gets on that short list of best wild and scenic highways.

Next:  Through Yellowstone and into Montana and the terminus of the CDT.

Tags: tripod, journal, Endurance, history buff, pine siskins
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Hiking the Green Mountain Trail

From the unforgettable Maroon Bells Wilderness, I dropped down to Denver to take the staff of Big City Mountaineers to lunch and then went west of I-70 to Golden to see Teresa Martinez with the Continental Divide Trail Alliance.  She knew I was coming to ask for day-hike recommendations on the CDT in Colorado and Wyoming.  She and her assistant Josh had print-outs ready for me, and I followed her recommendations scrupulously.

I took I-40 north to Berthoud Pass where I headed east and uphill on the CDT.  In an hour I was above tree line and had reached a ridge that looked out over Ethel Lake and a grand valley to the east.  To avoid an up-slope wind, I dropped down just a few yards to the west and stretched out on the tundra, first to doze…..and then to nap.  It was a glorious afternoon.

From there I worked my way north on US 40 and then north on CO 34 and entered Rocky Mountain National Park to hike the Green Mountain Trail.  As I was leaving the parking lot, I noticed a park ranger hefting a pack.  His name is Theron Daniel.  He was also out for the day, so we fell in step.  I immediately had questions about the dead and dying forest all around us.

We in the east don’t realize it, but the West (I mean the Rockies) is being eaten alive.  Pine bark beetles are doing the damage.  They are partial to lodgepole pine.  This species is found from Alaska to Mexico and are the dominant tree in Yellowstone.  On a dry slope the devastation can be 100%.  In a wet meadow a tree has a chance.  If it can produce an abundant flow of sap, it can sometimes repel the beetle with this flow as it is trying to burrow in.  Actually, a fungus carried by the beetle is what kills the tree.  Virtually all my photographs have dead trees in them.

A fabulous postcard photograph awaited us when we reached a meadow, my destination for the day.  A herd of elk, my first sighting of the trip, were grazing in the open.  A snow-flecked mountain provided a stunning backdrop.  My camera, which I switched on in the morning to witness the LCD come alive, refused to fire.  (I always take at least two camera bodies on a trip, but only one on each hike.)  I noticed “low battery.”  So I opened the camera to change batteries and found that one had leaked badly.  With my knife I scraped away the corrosion at the contact points.  But, alas, I couldn’t get the camera to fire.  A real photographic calamity.

Better trips ahead:  Buffalo Pass, South Pass “City,” and Brooks Lake before entering Montana.

Tags: print outs, pine bark beetles, slope wind, camera, Big City
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