07.05.2004 - 2:21 p.m.
We got home yesterday from
spending one night at JB's brother's house, one night out in
the woods, and three days at JB's family cabin on the Umpqua
River. That's five days, people - FIVE days (in a row!) that
I was subjected to 1 ply toilet paper, and various towels with
an odor I can only describe as "like a wet ferret cage,
but worse somehow".
I'm not the sort to whine about
the pea beneath my mattress, but I'm quite glad to be home where
my towels are dry, my bed does not have mosquitoes plastered
to it, and my fingernails no longer sport permanent black crescents
Our backpacking hike to Sisters
Mirror Lake was, according to the ranger JB contacted, supposed
to have very little snow this time of year. However, we discovered
that this ranger either 1) has not actually observed the trail,
or 2) does not know what the fuck all that white cold stuff everywhere
The trail completely disappeared
after about 2 hours, hidden beneath mounds of snow that we skittered
across, sliding around with the weight of our packs. I became
increasingly jealous of Dog, whose built-in crampons let her
gallop around madly while I struggled up from yet another posthole.
Not that I would have even
been out there without JB, but I certainly would have become
hopelessly lost and eventually devoured by wolves without his
navigation skills. Once we decided to forge onward rather than
turning back, he used a map, compass, and GPS to eventually zero
us in on the lake.
Although the hike wasn't what
I'll call fun, the destination was worth it. We made camp on
a high ridge overlooking the water, and you could see all the
way around the lake - total solitude, not another person for
I had packed in not one, but
two books, as though I planned to loll on a hammock all
day. I had forgotten everything that goes into backpacking: you
have to filter water, gather firewood, set up the tent, pull
out the Thermarests, boil water, stash your food, figure out
the bathroom situation, build a fire, have a rock throwing contest,
salvage the squashed marshmallows from the bottom of your pack,
and so on.
I am not a big pot smoker,
not because of any particular aversion to marijuana, but rather
a deep laziness that finds the whole procurement system too much
effort. For me, it's one of those nice indulgences every now
and then when the situation is just right. As an example of a
situation that is just right: early evening in the middle of
nowhere, campfire crackling, ducks calling from the lake, and
the reep reep reep of frogs everywhere. JB and I split
a joint, for the first time together I think, and just sort of
melted into the ground and listened to the world. A crow flew
overhead and I could hear every whoosh of its wings. A hummingbird
zoomed in and peered at us briefly. We watched a deer pick its
way across the water on the east end of the lake. It was beautiful,
and utterly peaceful.
Remember though, drugs are
bad. Sometimes they make you eat like fifty handfuls of trail
mix. I'm just saying.
We meant to stay two nights out there, but my period decided
to crash the party. I had packed books, concealer (!), and tweezers
(?!), but had forgotten tampons. I will spare you the
description of what one does when one is menstruating in the
woods with limited supplies on hand, but I do think I may have
qualified for more than one girl scout badge by the time we made
it back to the trailhead.
It really was a wonderful trip,
despite the difficulty of the terrain. Being out there made us
feel like...kings of the world!
Hoo boy. JB is going to KILL
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004