It’s been a while since I’ve actually packed up my pack and gone on a solid backpacking trip. I think the last time was back in 2013, maybe? And even then, it was a solo excursion – no group shenanigans for me. Just a man in the wild, alone with nothing but his wits and a ton of random gear to keep him safe.
So going backpacking with a group of five was definitely a new experience for me, especially since we’d be exploring the mountains of the West Coast…
before heading to bed the night before, there’d been a debate between everyone about what time to get up in the morning. The final decision, amazingly, had been, “Meh… whenever. Let’s not set alarms”
So we slept in! We slept all the way ’till like 9:30 or something! it was super decadent, completely amazing.
And then when we opened up the tent flaps and looked out? When we surveyed the domain of our campsite? A perfect vista… literally the best view of mountains that I’ve ever seen, this amazing view over a beautiful alpine lake.
Breakfast was relaxed, but thankfully a certain Sarah brought along a really nice Aeropress, so we had some coffee along with the oatmeal. And then… we just relaxed. Didn’t really do anything for most of the morning; just threw some stones into the lake, played a quick game that could sort of resemble curling, if you didn’t know what curling was (basically we threw a big stone, and then tried to get close? So sort of Bocce ball?).
Then we threw some more stones into the lake, and then had lunch.
After lunch, boredom ensued, so a quick mention of “That far peak looks like a cool place… let’s go hike up to it!” leads to scrambling, route-finding, and finally attaining a perfect ridgeline. More lunch is had, and then Sharia and Josh head down while Sarah, Dave and I press onward toward the mini-summit.
Which is beautiful! A ridgeline traverse leads to a steep section, and some nice semi-technical climbing (by the way I go, at least). Then we chill at the top to enjoy the views.
Heading down is a bit more technical; Sarah & Dave’s route-finding skills come in quite handy a few times, since there’s no real obvious trail, and there’re a ton of small cliffs that kept blocking our path.
But once we got back down to came we went right back to relaxing some more, then drank some more beer and ate some dinner. Sarah even showed us all up by taking a swim in the lake… which was impressive, and made me a little concerned for her sanity if we’re being honest.
- Yes, I said drank beer. On a backpacking trip. See… Dave had bought this system that comes with concentrated beer, which you re-hydrate and carbonate, and then can drink as if it were normal beer. I tried to mix it up twice, and… well, I’m not allowed to mix the beer anymore
- Dinner was mountain house meals. If you haven’t had them… a quote that came up was that Mountain Houses are designed for “when you need some dynamite to blow up the brick shit house you’ve built in your colon”. They’re tasty, but… yeah. Definitely camping food in the best of times.
Mine? Well, it looked different, so everyone asked about it. It’s a “pro pack” that I got in college, and had left over since then. They asked when it expired. I said never. They asked me to check. I found out that it had expired in 2013.
I still ate it.
I only slightly regretted that decision later.
Then, it got really cold really quick. So we spent some more time stargazing, and headed to sleep sleep early again.
Up EARLY. Like… we’re walking by 7:15, and at the bottom of the boulder field a little after 8:00. The boulder field isn’t easy, by the way, and takes some more mad route-finding skillz, yo. Dawg.
(Ed note: they weren’t Ben’s route finding skills. Sarah and Dave led the way again, to great success)
As we walked out, I got hit by how tired and unused to backpacking I actually was. I mean… I’m in good shape, but I was getting pretty worn out really quickly. We pressed on and made it to the cars without any incident, of course, but still. It was something of note, that I decided to keep working on during the week.
One possible reason that came up though, was the elevation that we were at.
- The trailhead was at 6,400 ft above sea.
- The campsite at Big Blue Lake was at 6,900 ft
- The final peak that we hit was at ~7,500 ft
Those elevations don’t really exist in New England… so I’m taking solace in the fact that I was getting tired too quickly because of the elevation. Not because I hadn’t been backpacking a year or so. Totally not that.
We got back to the car, right? Then we drove! We grabbed some burgers in Yreka, explored town for a bit, and kept moving along.
Ashland was a “take a break from driving” stop; we grabbed some of the fancy sulfery water and ate ice cream! Took a walk through the park (played on a small climbing wall, listened to a guy rocking it on the Cello), then hit an amazing coffee shop, which is above a book store, and has an amazing back garden… basically an oasis of amazingness in the bone-dry Western Oregon.
The rest of the drive back up to Portland was pretty standard…