Paddling to Canada/etc

So I made it back from my 6-day canoe trip through the boundary waters with molly. We paddled all the way to Canada. Beautiful weather, short portages, plenty of food, it was great. I will put up some pictures when I get back to a proper internet connection.

I am headed back to California for a while now, a little burnt out on traveling. Should be home Wednesday night. Looking forward to a Gordo burrito and my bicycle and all my little buddies and the climbing gym and Yosemite and highway 395 and all of the other things that make that place home.

Also I want to say congratulations to our friend Alice, who placed 3rd in the triathlon she just finished, and got a shiny medal. Now you just need a tough nickname to intimidate your opponents, and you will win the next one for sure. Anyway, good job Alice.


PS - DONNIE DONT YOU EVER CROSS ME, I AM NOT AFRAID TO USE THIS:

Not getting lost/Iowa

I'm in Iowa now, staying with a couple friends from high school. I guess there isn't that much to say about Iowa. There are bars and college kids and its humid and flat. I played a bunch of pool, and watched Cal get trounced by a worthy opponent in Maryland.

I am officially done with the train portion of this trip. It was a safe, at times comfortable, at times uncomfortable, slow way to get around. I'm glad I did it, and I'm glad I don't have to do it anymore.

The balance of my time in Wyoming with Chicory and Cliff was great! We hung around the house, went jogging, drank whiskey, made lots of good food, drove Cliff nuts playing the same dang song over and over, and didn't get lost at all. I had some skinny blond cowgirl buy me a beer at Mulligan's bar downtown. They also demanded that I advertise their place when I am on TV at the world series of poker. The lady had a good idea I was going to make it, even though I don't play tournaments. Oh well. With a face like this, I can understand.

Me and Chic (I hate how "Chicory and I" sounds, even though I know its correct, sorry) did go on another hike, but this one was above the treeline and had a more defined trail, so we managed not to get lost. We also brought enough food, water and clothing to invade Russia during the dead of winter. We got up to about 12,000 feet at the summit of Medicine Bow Peak. It was gorgeous and the weather was good etc etc. Laramie was really fun, I miss hanging out with Chic and Cliff already. Who is going to save me when I get lost in the Boundary Waters? Its a long way for Cliff to get there, I might get eaten by mosquitos/mooses/trout/cannibals or whatever else is lurking in woods.

If you are thinking about going to visit Chicory and Cliff, you should - its beautiful there:

Also, they give great presents (even though they are really awkward about giving them). I got the styling hat I am wearing in the above photograph, along with a hip-flask. This flask is the only reason I survived the 4-hour-late screaming child/redneck laden train wreck (metaphor) of a train trip from Denver, CO to Mt. Pleasant, IA (euphemism).

Anyway I am off to Minnesota on Monday morning to go canoeing for a while, then maybe on a road trip with Molly for a couple days to where Bob Dylan was born and some other places. She is in charge.

I've been on the road for over a month now, and I am so grateful to all the people that have gone out of their way to accommodate me. Seeing old friends has certainly been the main thing keeping me going out here. Well, that and the fact that there is someone sleeping in my bed back home, so I have nowhere else to go really.

The stars are beautiful in Wyoming.

They are amazing. The moon was only a crescent, and it went down soon after the sun. It may be the prettiest night sky I've ever seen. I got to stare at the stars for hours and hours. This is mainly because my friend Chicory and I got lost on what was supposed to be an hour and a half walk. Looking back now at google maps, when it got too dark for us to continue on the unknown trail, we were 500 feet from the stream crossing that would have got us back to the car in 30 minuts. Her husband Cliff, who is a total badass and a search and rescue expert, finally found us at about 3AM, and led us out of the wilderness.

We treated this hike way too casually. I mean, come on, it's 4.5 miles. Also, the guidebook said it was a good trail for "timid" hikers. But it turns out that the area is criss-crossed with trails that all look exactly the same. We didn't have a compass or a good map, we didn't have a headlamp or any light other than Chicory's cellphone. We didn't have a first aid kit, and we only had one fleece jacket each. And we didn't really pay attention to where we were going, we were just chatting and walking around. At the start of the hike, Chicory was a little apprehensive because we got a ridiculously late start - around 6pm. But I told her with overbearing confidence that we would be fine on a little 4.5 mile loop, and I would lead her out and back. Wow did I fail to live up to the expectations I set.

Once it got dark, we knew we weren't going to get out on our own that night. So we called Cliff, Chicory's husband, and told him that we were going to wait until morning and hike out then. He is way too tough to let us freeze to death, though, and drove out to find us and lead us to safety. He somehow did this by texting us on the cellphone, and honking his car horn at us for hours, while we were supposed to text back to him what direction and how far away he seemed. This is a difficult thing to deduce, but somehow he made it work. We stayed warm by doing a million jumping jacks and running in place. It probably got down to the low 30's that night. Right before 3AM Cliff came chugging down a hill with two giant flashlights and a backpack full of warm clothes. There was a decent sized creek between us still, but he found a beaver dam that we could walk over, and we followed him the hell out of there.

Welcome to Wyoming. The stars are beautiful.

Chicago recap

I am in Ft. Collins now, with a couple friends. Alexa picked me up from the Denver train station, and we spent the night at Jeff's house on the way to Laramie, Wyoming, where she will drop me off. Spent last night getting drunk and playing ping pong with Jeff. Was a good time. I don't have to tell you who won.

I had a great time in Chicago. My old friend Lucinda let me stay in her apartment for the whole week, down in Hyde Park near the University of Chicago. Appartenly its a sketchy neighborhood, but I never really noticed. There were lots of police cars I guess. Obama's house is a few blocks away, as is Louis Farrakhan's. Lucinda says there are always two nation of islam police cars out front of Farrakhan's house, and there sure were every time I passed the place.

My favorite thing about Chicago is that it is totally flat. You can ride your bike everywhere. I borrowed a bike and rode it all over the city: along the lakefront trail, all the way up to Wrigley Field, and all around the town in a big Critical Mass ride.

I had no idea that chicago was a beach town. I think they import sand for their beaches, and I know they import the palm trees. The beaches are really nice, except for the overbearing lifeguards. You can only swim out maybe 60 feet into the lake, or they start yelling at you. And even that far out, the lake is only 4 feet deep, which makes swimming kinda ridiculous. Ben would like swimming there, though. What does it mean when a lifeguard puts both hands up in the air? Oh, and the water is pleasantly tepid this time of year.

I feel like a proper American now that I've seen a baseball game at Wrigley Field. It is a gorgeous park. There is no Jumbo-tron, which makes it a way better experience in my opinion. No dot races, no "which hat is hiding the ball" game, you just watch baseball. The crowd knew when to cheer, and knew when to do the wave (never, obviously). The one thing they didn't know about was when to stop drinking. I almost got into a fight with a guy that looked like a hybrid of Jean Claude VanDamme and Chuck Norris. I thought he called me a really nasty name, but it
turns out he was just making fun of my socks. So I decided to let it slide. And I didn't want to get killed. Oh, also this is what I got when I asked for a vegetarian sandwich at a pub in Wrigleyville:

If you can't identify all the ingredients IN the sandwich, here is the list: bread, sauerkraut, american cheese, tomatoes, french fries. I didn't really enjoy the food in Chicago, but I think I went to the wrong places.

On the last Friday of every month, thousands of bicyclists descend on downtown Chicago for a ride called Critical Mass. They have these rides all over the country, and they are really popular in the Bay Area. I'd never done it before, but I decided to join Lucinda and her friends for the ride. It was a lot of fun, I'm going to start going on the rides back in Berkeley. They are police-authorized, and go all over the town for probably 10 miles or so. It is supposed to raise awareness of bicycling as an alternative to driving. It does so by fucking up traffic real bad.
People caught trying to cross a street where the ride goes have to wait for probably 20 minutes while all the bikes file past at a modest speed. It is mind boggling how many people participate.

Chicago was really fun. Lucinda is quite active, so she made me get off my ass for the first time on my vacation and exercise, which I enjoyed. I am looking forward to going back.

Also, Lucinda has one of the best cats ever - Turtle is her name. If you could only use one word to describe this cat, it would be fluffy. If you could use two words, they would be fluffy and docile. If you could use three words, the third word would not be turtle-like.

The train ride from Chicago to Denver was relatively uneventful. More idyllic American countryside, but mostly just flat, with one big river.

OK I'm off to Laramie to hang out with Chicory and Cliff. I think I am the first friend to visit them in Wyoming since they moved from Berkeley. I better get a damn good prize.

Lesson learned/Empire Builder

The weather turned really nice my last couple days in Seattle, so I took the opportunity to go for a walk in the Cascades. I rented a car, and drove an hour east of town to do a little hike up Granite Mountain. It was only 8 miles round trip, but included a pretty decent elevation gain - almost 4000 feet. So when I got near my exit off I-90 (I remembered it was exit 45 or 47 or something), I reached in the back seat for the map. At exactly that moment I realized I was incredibly stupid. I had left my backpack with the map and my long sleeve shirt and my sunscreen and all my food and water at the car rental shop an hour away. So I called them and said "hey don't let anybody steal my stuff please" and decided to just go on the walk. I mean, its only 4 miles uphill, and the rest is downhill. Should be no big deal. I knew from El Cap that I could function pretty decently when super-thirsty, so I gave it a shot. I tried to go fast because I didn't want to get a sunburn either. I didn't even get that thirsty, mostly because there was some snow at the top that I chomped on, and because some guy named Steve carried food and water to the top for me. I mean, he didn't know it was for me when he carried it, but in the end that's what it amounted to. I might not ever bring my own food and water on a hike again. Lesson learned. Anyway, I ran back on down the trail and moseyed back to Seattle.

1. Most of the way up Granite Mountain, looking south at the flanks of Rainier.

2. The lookout at the top of Granite Mountain, with Rainier partially masked in the distance.

3. Me happy that I found a patch of snow, staving off dehydration for a few more minutes.

I caught the train yesterday afternoon - the Empire Builder - for my 48 hour run to Chicago. I think thats a pretty good name for a train, sounds tough as hell. The train goes right past Puget Sound, with beautiful views of Mt. Baker and the coast there. Now we're just rolling into Glacier National Park, and the scenery is satisfying in an idyllic rural-America kind of way. I met some nice folks on the train, although their political affiliations seem to be about as far away from mine as you can get. It's interesting to hear what they are thinking about, but sometimes hard to keep a straight face. I just try to be friendly and non-confrontational and mostly keep my mouth shut. My neighbor just pegged me as someone that would appreciate "The Great Global Warming Swindle." I'm from Berkeley for pete's sake. Leave me be.

1. Puget Sound just north of Seattle, with Mt. Baker off in the distance. The top of Mt. Baker is 30 miles from Canadia.

2. Looking east toward Glacier National Park. This part of the trip was gorgeous, big rivers and forests and mountains.

If you want to check out a great folkish album with a little country bent to it, go get Lyle Lovett's "Pontiac". I've been listening to the album non-stop the last couple days, and highly recommend it for audio consumption.

Guess thats about it for now. I enjoyed Seattle, especially getting back in touch with my old friends, and am excited about getting to Chicago (only 32 hours left!). Alright I'm gonna pretend to watch this movie so the guy doesn't shoot me, and maybe he will stop offering me Slim Jim's if I have headphones on...

Seattle + Yosemite trip report from May

I'm up in Seattle now, staying in the plush guest room at Ara's house. Ara is an old friend from college, who I haven't seen for probably seven years. I sent her an email the other day to see if she wanted to meet up while I was in town, and she proceeded to offer me a place to stay for a week. I didn't think she would remember who I was. She has been a great host, and I am having fun getting back in touch. Her boyfriend Eric seems like a good guy, and he has a beautiful Larrivee guitar and a mandolin to boot.

Today I finally escaped the heat wave that was slowing me down in Portland. It was nice and cool and I could wear the warm clothes that I dragged all this way. It rained a bit, so I left my camera in its case today when I explored downtown Seattle. I did a tour of the old downtown, which is buried beneath the current downtown, and learned about the history of Seattle. This could have been boring, except that the tour guide was pretty hilarious and made it worth the 15 bucks or whatever it was. Seattle also has a semi-ridiculous history in some aspects, which helped.

Also, today I bought the most expensive pint of beer of my life (not counting those sold at a baseball stadium) - $5.75 for a Newcastle at some pub downtown. I guess beer is very rare here.

Anyway, I included some pictures from my climb up El Capitan in Yosemite earlier this year, because I like to show off I guess. My buddy Wes and I climbed Lurking Fear this spring. It took us about five days on the wall plus a couple days hiking to get from bottom to top and back. Unfortunately we only had a Korean War-era digital camera, so the pictures weren't super exciting. But it gives you some idea of what we got up to. As we were sitting on the portaledge one night, preparing for hours of darkness and fitfull sleep, we tried to distill aid climbing into 3 words. If I recall correctly we came up with: work, fear, commitment. It was all worth it, though. If you can't make it up the steep side, I recommend doing the hike up the Yosemite Falls trail, and then turning left (man, you gotta make a left) and walking to the top of El Capitan. There is an unbelievable view from up there, looking down on all the other Yosemite monoliths with a bunch of the high Sierra peaks in the distance. It is 8.5 miles one way, so a 17 mile round trip, with about a 3000'+ elevation gain. It would be a burly day trip, but doable without a huge pack. With a haul bag full of climbing gear on your back, the 8.5 miles down to the valley is almost unbearable. The only thing that kept us going was the thought of cold malt liquor and dollar-fifty burritos, piping-hot out of the village store microwave. And taco sauce, lots of taco sauce. And water. I forgot to mention that all we wanted in the world was water. We drank 7.5 gallons on the wall between us (which is like 60 pounds of water that we had to drag), and it wasn't nearly enough. I could barely swallow at the hottest part of the day I was so dehydrated.
Anyway heres some pictures (the dates are way off on the camera, they are from May 08):

1. Golly these hooks are spooky the first few times you hang off 'em. They work like champs, though. Wes even rode one a little ways when it slid a few inches along a flake, but it still hung on. He was climbing in the dark at this point, last pitch of the day. We named that particular hook Sparky.

2. That's Wes at a belay about 1/2 way up the climb. No going back now, especially after the big traverse I was climbing when I took the picture. There are a lot of ropes and random other stuff on these big-wall belays, and you have to be careful not to get 'em all mixed up or you will spend the rest of your life sorting it out. He did an awesome job of managing it all.

3. Me trying to think about something other than the chimney I have to climb up in a few minutes. I'm probably thinking about how I want a drink of water, but it is either gone or in the bottom of the pig (haul bag).

4. When you climb a brazillion feet off the deck, and it takes you a week of struggling to get there, it is mind blowing to happen upon some random frog going about its business (I respect its privacy). Was that frog looking at you funny Wes? There are also dive-bombing sparrows (or some other kind of LBB) that live in the cracks. You never know if it is a rock or bird winging past your head.
5. This picture kinda sums up how it feels when a couple regular guys try to climb El Capitan. It takes a lot out of you. But each time either of us felt like shit or was running out of gas, the other one was there to pick up the slack. It was a great trip, safe as can be, and one I will always remember.

7. Our summit pictures. Check out the mountains in the background, its amazing. You can see all of Tuolomne Meadows too, they are out of the frame to the north. The pirate flag is an essential piece of wall climbing equipment.

welcome to the jungle

Went to the zoo yesterday. I love the zoo. But it was easily 900 degrees out in Portland, so all the critters were super tired:


And apparently the zookeepers got sleepy too, because one of the rare, endangered Siberian Calico Snow Leopards escaped its cage. I was lucky to escape with the loss of a couple fingers in the attack, everyone knows that the Snow Leopard is the most ferocious predator in the animal kingdom.


Also went to a Portland Beavers/Fresno Grizzlies minor league baseball game. It was hot there as well. Got 4th row seats behind the plate for 12 bucks, which was fun. I was sitting next to a bunch of scouts who just talked shit about the players the whole game. Guess they didn't have much to look at in the Padres/Giants farm systems.

In between the zoo and the ballgame, I got dinner and some beers at a pub downtown. It was pretty empty, so I was talking to the bartender about Portland, and he mentioned that it was a nice city, but the pace of life is too slow. Later that night I was talking to a lady a couple years younger than me who said the exact same thing, the pace of life is too slow. She blamed it on the proliferation of breweries in town, and on marijuana consumption, which is profuse here. I'd never heard complaints about a slow-paced city before, usually its the opposite.

Alright its supposed to be like 925 degrees out today, even hotter than yesterday. I'm gonna lay low, maybe watch some movies, read some books. I've been told that Man on Wire is really good. And I am reading Norwegian Wood by Murakami, which is excellent so far. I just finished The Plot Against America, which may be the only written matter more boring than this blog.