Category Archives: Continental Divide Trail

Failure Is Success

  

 So we tried to hike the High Divide route in the northern Winds. See Harpo’s journal for more detail – but it was essentially a failed effort. We took a 20 mile detour including 5000 feet of elevation gain just to get snowed on. However, in practicing adult decision making it was invaluable. 

Camped at 11,000 feet on Union mountain, we woke up to snow and saw black clouds across the valley obscuring Shale mountain, where we were planning to ascend. The rest of the range was shrouded in dark clouds with no hopeful sun breaks on the horizon. We hiked 10 miles up a fire/atv road to get here, and at dawn we had to decide if going forward was possible. Otherwise, it was back down and back to the CDT, minus almost a day of food and time.

It was a difficult decision to backtrack. But the CDT has, more than any other hike, allowed Harpo and I to enter into a decision making dialogue that allows vulnerability, openness and honesty. These are the things we hope to get out of thru hiking – ways to connect to ourselves and each other with sensitivity and integrity. It’s easy in the city to ignore these decisions, or make haste, get distracted, lose interest, get defensive or watch Netflix rather than tackle difficult moments together. 

Out here there’s no other option – it’s live or die, or at least risk uncomfortable days and scary nights. So we waited an hour, drank coffee and assessed our situation. And decided failure was a better option than pushing forward into a potential thunder storm at 12,000 feet, above treeline among the glaciers with nowhere to retreat. Hmmmmm.

The rest of the day in the valley, during and after our retreat from the ridge, was rainy with intermittent snow, thunder & lightning. So we made the right decision, by all adult standards. And tho that led us to ration our food for the next 6 days and alter our town plans, that process brought us into the awesome town of Lander, WY.0 So I guess every cloud does have some silver…

   
   

Landscapes of Yellowstone

 

This guy, after his morning dirtbath

  

Sunset at Hellroaring, great name for a creek

  

The one place in Yellowstone where the buffalo roam instead of RVs and car camping dissafected youth

  

Antler stack sculpture blazes on Specimen Ridge

  

Sunset in the Lamar River valley, one of the most remote places in Yellowstone near the east park border

 

Harpo’s crappy wildlife photos

bird at Ennis Lake

cows in Tobacco Roots

wolf?

Grizzly print in Bob Marshall wilderness

bear buddy

ground squirrel in Glacier

marmot in Glacier

bear buddy in Glacier

bull moose just outside Yellowstone

bison in yellowstone speciman ridge

prong horned antelope speciman ridge

group of pronghorned antelope in Winds

groucho elk on speciman ridge

fish in spanish peaks

bison in yellowstone

dragonfly in lamar valley

bear print

pelican prints Yellowstone/Tetons


hawk near Lava Mountain

bear print


grouse in Winds, Wyoming

pika buddy, winds

Continuing South

 

Sunrise in the Lee Metcalf wilderness, Spanish Peaks division – like a mini Sierra


Our journey starts to lose coherence. The routes are unraveling as we move south, road walking into Ennis, hitching out, road walking, bridge jumping, running out of food and water – but everything is fine. This is who we are; slightly fractured humans attempting to assemble a meaningful narrative from seemingly disparate parts. Traversing the unknown is always a roll of the dice (thanks Mallarm√© for that), but the payout is great at 1000 to 1. So sitting here in Yellowstone after too man miles and not enough food, surrounded by American car culture, sugar crazed kids, foreign tongues and unexpected thunder storms everything is as it should be…  

The border of Yellowstone national park at the north west intersection with the Skyline trail

Harpo headed thru the cut on the Sportsman Lake trail, Yellowstone

  

Disnyfied natural attractions in Mammoth, Yellowstone

  

the view from the top – well worth the 6000 feet vertical gain for the day