Saturday, July 20, 2013

Summer's First Backpacking Trip


...The first backpacking trip for my daughter, not of the season; just to clarify. ;) I named her years before she was even conceived when I saw someone's name tag at a grocery store (I had never even heard the name Summer before) and thought, "if we ever have another kid, I want it to be a girl, and that will be her name." I hesitated though, when I actually got pregnant again. Our last name sounds like a vegetable (trying to stay anonymous here) and Summer + vegetable last name= kids teasing. But I finally decided I just had to name her Summer; because it felt like destiny. 


Thankfully they didn't catch a fish with their homemade pole,
because we promised to eat it if they did!
I think I was so captivated by that name because who doesn't love summer? It's bright, happy, and fun; all the things I wanted my little girl to be. And she has lived up to her name, in spades. She is a true nature's child ("born to be wild"...hopefully not too wild ;)) which I love; except that she hates to wear shoes and takes them off whenever she gets the chance. (losing them everywhere...I need to buy flip flops by the dozen) 
Are you going to get in, or what?


This is how it's done, girls!
And my little Summer is no stranger to camping; we started taking her when she was just 10 months old. The thing is, although she loves to be outdoors, she would rather be doing something EXCITING (like wake-boarding with her Dad) and hiking did not fit that description.
The obligatory cute bridge pic

We love froggies, too
But recently she has been finally warming up to hiking, (even after our last hike when I ended up screaming at her: http://kellbell-whywouldanyonereadthis.blogspot.com/2013/06/boulder-river-rampage.html) and actually asked me if she could go on a backpacking trip with me. Hooray!--but where to go?

Someone got a hold of my camera

I wanted it to be amazing, of course, so she would fall in love and want to come all the time...but it couldn't be too hard, especially because she was bringing her friend who described herself as "not very active". I was SO tempted by the pictures someone posted on my favorite hiking forum of a much more difficult but stunningly beautiful hike (Sahale Arm), but I had to keep my head. (http://www.nwhikers.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=8006208 )
Kids need a lake to swim in, and a fire pit to make smores. I finally decided that Barclay Lake was the perfect fit. 
loving our own little beach


Smores anyone? They are just a little crispy
Now that it is all said and done, I can say I don't think there could be a more perfect fit for a beginner than this hike; with one condition...go on a weekday. (which we did, and had the whole place to ourselves--like always) The girls plopped themselves down at the first campsite we came to and declared it the best. (after just 2 miles of hiking; you don't get easier than that) I usually have to scope all of the sites out before choosing, but this was their gig, so I didn't argue. (and wouldn't you know, they were right) 


The girls decided to put their tent in a secluded spot
over to the side. So grown up.

Trying to make pancakes on my mini stove
...it sort of worked
I was a little bummed the weather never cleared that first day, as promised by the forecasters. But the next morning as the sun started breaking through, and the hordes started showing up, I realized just how lucky we were. And this was a Thursday morning...so I'm sure the weekends are complete madness.
The calm of foggy...


the chaos of sunny
When we were almost packed up, a huge group of teens showed up and asked if they could have our site. (the leader already knew it was the best one) Debbie informed me later that it was a nature camp for kids who wouldn't normally be able to do that kind of stuff, and all the gear had been donated. (so wonderful, right?) Debbie had all this information because of course she had completely packed up hours earlier and was therefore able to gab; while I, on the other hand, was still frantically shoving everything in whatever pack it would fit into. Do you think she will ever rub off on me? (unlikely)
Can you guess which pack is Debbie's?


A good friend wants to come even when
your bringing tweens. So, I love her even
with her OCD. ;)
Finally, just as we were leaving, Summer got to see just how exciting hiking could be when a base jumper landed on our beach. (turns out Mount Baring is one of the most popular places to do this--who knew?) 
A surprise guest
Unfortunately, we didn't get to see him land, but after packing up his gear he did plant himself by our fire pit and chat with us for a little while. This might have also been unfortunate, because after talking to him, Summer decided that clamoring up a mountain and then jumping off the top was just her kind of hiking! Born to be wild, indeed. She may have the fearlessness of her father, but maybe she has his luck as well. One can only hope so. (to read about Ken's "luck", go to:
http://kellbell-whywouldanyonereadthis.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-legend-of-mount-erie.html)
Mount Baring--want to jump?
I know someone who would go with you.
I LOVE SUMMER...
the season, and especially the girl

Thursday, July 18, 2013

The Legend of Mount Erie


Ken Beane. Yes...my husband is the legend of Mount Erie. (well, in my opinion anyway) I have good reason to think this though; he was bad ass in his day and established some of the hardest rock climbing routes there. His picture is even on the cover of the Mount Erie climbing guide (looking extremely hot, I might add) published in 2005 and currently out of print, though a new version is due to come out soon.

There is one climbing story in particular that is 'legendary' in nature, because it is simply quite unbelievable. It was so long ago--before we had kids, (another lifetime it seems) and after that much time you begin to wonder if your facts have been embellished. I dug out the old book and thumbed through it and found a little blurb; it cited the same story. To further support this impossible tale are bolts that climbers drill into the rock to anchor their gear into for safety; and when they are drilled in, they there to stay--so you just can't fudge distances. And so, the fact is my husband fell 60 feet to the ground; and yes, it is still hard to believe.

For those of you who know nothing of rock climbing; I'm sorry, but I don't feel like doing much explaining about how it is done. I will say that when you are the first one to make it up a certain section of the rock, you get to name it. (thus "establishing" it) Here is the "blurb" from the guide book about how Ken's route got named Ground Zero:

Ken was about 60 feet up attempting to clip the 4th bolt when he fell. Fortunately, Ken was okay although badly shaken. His belayer had well-burnt hands and was very apologetic. 


Slightly undersold, wouldn't you say? Sixty fu*#ing feet!?! I hate to swear (ok, sometimes I like it) but hello...who falls 60 feet to the ground and is just "badly shaken"? And don't you love that the guy who dropped my husband to what should have been certain death was "very apologetic"? No shit. Ken just met him that day, and figured he could at least hold the rope; I mean, that part is not all that complicated. There is just one thing you have to be sure to do--have the rope in the right position when someone takes a fall. I'm guessing he wanted to impress Ken by being able to take in some of the slack, which would have lessened the fall had it worked. (climbers always fall--just not to the ground, usually) But it didn't work, and once you have the rope out of position when the full weight of the person falling is on it, there's nothing you can do. (hence the badly burned hands) We contribute the phenomenon that Ken was not broken to bits to the fact that he completely trusted his belayer to stop him; and therefore was totally relaxed when he hit the ground. Although it helps to explain it a little, I will still call it a miracle.

See that rock face in the distance?
Ken put the most difficult route going up that thing.
Sometimes I get very contemplative about things, and of course this event is one of those things that really gets my wheels turning. I look at our beautiful kids, and our amazing 26 years together; and I realize these things could not have been--actually should not have been. Last weekend I needed to go back there and see the spot where my husband should have died, and give thanks that he didn't.

This is a lot easier said than done. Ken tried to show me in the guide book how to get to the infamous route, and when I got to the start of the trail (it begins on a real trail, but you quickly need to veer off) I found a posted hand drawn map of the climbing trails and took a picture to hopefully help me; but all to no avail.

Climbers are not hikers. Climbers don't give a crap about making a decent trail--they just want to get climbing. Therefore, climbing trails are not only crazy steep, (what's a switchback?) they are usually undefined --basically a brushy mess.
The map that didn't help me at all
I missed this trail the first time around--can you blame me?
Where the heck is the trail?
I won't bore you with how I went up and down and around looking for the right spot, but I will say I was EXHAUSTED by the time I got to where I thought "Ground Zero" was located. After showing Ken my pictures, he let me know I was just 70ish feet to the left of it. "But Ken, there was no trail going that direction"...oops, I forgot to consider it's a climbers trail; a tiny ledge barely carved into the side of the cliff that no sane person would walk on. No wonder I'm not a climber.
Can you see the climbers?
Before I end this, I need to give acclamation to Dallas Kloke, the author of the previously mentioned guide book and who many would acknowledge as the true legend of Mount Erie; which he was. He established routes on Mount Erie years before Ken was even born. And he climbed his whole life, until that fateful day when he dislodged a block of rock just 10 feet from the summit of "The Pleiades" and fell 300 feet to his death. Life and death, miracles and the absence of miracles, the beauty and the horror of this world with all it's mystery and wonder...I could never explain it. But I will always try my best to embrace it anyway, with thanks.