Busy, busy, busy –
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Sept 7th: Pratt open house, then a joyful surprise birthday
party with people in from all over – and me totally clueless.
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9th: committee meeting at Pratt;
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10th: appointment at anti-coagulant
clinic, meeting with lawyer to update wills and trusts;
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11th: two committee meetings at Pratt,
birthday dinner with Ann.
12th: thank God, off to the Methow.
The bucolic Methow: unplug and renew in this valley of peace. We based ourselves at the Mazama Country Inn
– no TV, no radio, no nothing except fresh air and good food.
Sept. 12th, my day one embarkation on this 86th
year: Ann and I hiked Maple Loop, the most beautiful hike we’ve ever done –
notwithstanding the Kleine Schetigg and the Grundewald, the Dolomites and Sud Tyrol, Montana’s Glacier
and BC’s Waterton Park, Yosemite and Yellowstone, Lake Louise and the Ice
Fields, Mts Rainier and Adams and the rest.
The Maple Pass Loop, a glacial cirque above Rainy Pass in the North
Cascades.
The north rim takes one up 2,100’ in 4 miles and then curls around the
lip and back down the south rim, with Ann Lake on one side and Rainy Lake on
the other. We’ve done the seven and a half miles in mist and cloud; this week, in crisp, bright air. .
. simply stunning either way.
Half-way up the north rim; Lake Ann down below. |
From the lip, looking southwest toward Glacier Peak (left) |
A panorama from the twelve-foot wide south rim; Lake Ann on the left, Rainy Lake on the right; path down the middle. |
Why did the hoary marmot cross the path? Because he decided Ann was benign. |
Friday morning, out on a northern section of the Pacific
Crest Trail between Hart’s Pass and the Canadian border. Despite its glamorous reputation, the trail itself
but an unassuming track across Alpine meadow and tundra – just one foot ahead
of the other. One might hope to meet one
PCT-er, but we met nine! Four
Kentuckians, 4 months and eleven days from the Mexican border and 31 miles to
go; they planned to finish yesterday. A
North Dakota lad, lean and blonde, who finished Thursday, five months and 23
days, who has now walked back south to Hart’s Pass, looking for a ride down to
Mazama. A cold and wet Missouri girl, chilled
through and through, calling a halt just 31 miles from her goal; she probably
ran out of her food supply – they need 3,000 calories a day. She planned to warm up a few days in Seattle
and then come back and finish. An Oregon
couple, married 34 years, whom we met above Hart’s Pass, adding 31 miles to
their completed 2,756; we ran into them at breakfast in town today.
The Pacific Crest Trail north of Hart's Pass |
The border crossing is just a set of post markers and a welcome to Canada sign; no guns, no badges, no questions. Don't tell Trump.
Finally, Debra, a New Zealander, also finished and
coming south. She blew by us at a pace we couldn't match. Debra caught the walking bug
back home when for a charity fund-raiser, she did a sponsored walk of the 1700-some miles from
south end of South Island to north end of North. She never went back to her office job in water management civil engineering . She has walked the Allegheny, on which she
acquired a Ohioan boyfriend. Her PCT was interrupted last year in Stevens Pass
by a pulmonary embolism that hospitalized her in Wenatchee for two weeks, so she
came back this year to finish the last bit in 13 days. Next: a job in Toronto and then the
Continental Divide Trail from Canada to New Mexico. We gave Debra a lift down to Mazama from
where she intended to hitch to Everett and reconnect with trail pals. These
free spirits are infectious – but, no, I am not about the tackle the PCT even
in small increments. Seven to ten miles
are challenge enough for this lad.
The trail to Blue Lake |
These magical 31 years with Ann; we are so lucky to have each other and to
share our love of outdoor air, of views, of ascendant challenges. Onward and upward to renew, recharge,
rewind and to keep life in perspective.
PS. On the way out, we made reservations at the Freestone for MLK Jr weekend in January. Our winter Methow-fix.
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