Archive for April, 2006
Water becomes an issue
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 30, 2006| Leave a Comment »
The party is over
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 29, 2006| Leave a Comment »
ADZPCTKO
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 28, 2006| Leave a Comment »
Enthusiasm gets the best of my knee
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 27, 2006| Leave a Comment »
Mt. Laguna, first snow
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 26, 2006| Leave a Comment »
First Day
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 25, 2006| Leave a Comment »
The night before
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 24, 2006| Leave a Comment »
Apprehension and excitement are both prevalent this evening. We picked up my brother-in-law Jeff this afternoon and we arrived at Lake Morena around 3 p.m. Shortly thereafter, Sauerkraut and Alina arrived from the border and we invited them to dinner. Phil also made it just before food and we had a taco feast. It was great talking to the first hikers I have met. Jeff and I head out in the a.m. Jeff is joining me for 3 days and we will hike together until Pioneer Mail. I do not know Jeff very well and look forward to hiking with him. That said we have no idea if we are compatible and that is a concern. Regardless, for this part of my hike I am willing to be really flexible as I have a lot of schedule options at this early junction. Wow, I really start tomorrow. The weather is quite cool and hiking will require much less water than I anticipated. I will start with 3 liters and thus save 4 pounds in H20 weight. Sounds good—we are off.
On our way to southern Terminus of PCT
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 23, 2006| Leave a Comment »
Thank you for the help with Journal
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 21, 2006| Leave a Comment »
Surprise Party
Posted in 2006 PCT Trail Journal on April 21, 2006| Leave a Comment »
After returning from some gear testing last week during a snow shoeing trip I was totally surprised to come home to a house full of family and friends who gathered to give me a proper send off for my trip. The warmth of family and friends is very difficult to describe….I am truly blessed.
During the party the Old Goat read a poem he had written in honor of the occasion. Each time I read it, I discover another clever verse that truly captures my life. Thank you Old Goat, I will treasure this forever:
By the Time I Get to Jawbone* She’ll Be Risin’
We assemble to observe the departure next week
Of Robert Francisco the thru-hiking freak
He was born in Corona to Peggy and Bob
His goal by age forty: to be out of a job
He was raised in Mojave at the level of snow
Fished and hiked hard like a boy on the go
A long-distance track star, he longed for the trail
His wish was soon granted when his family made bail
He washed dishes in Lyle’s Pine Manor Café
Where they served mystery meat and a nice trout filet
Drove a milk truck in Foothill with a college degree
Didn’t pay all that well but the ice cream was free
No stranger to Mother Nature, in fact Her fav’rite son
Sleepin’ out in the snow is how he has fun
He’s outa Big Agnes and up with the sun
Casts a seven-X taper with a Pale Morning Dun
Under the stars and the heavenly sights
He’s already logged a whole year’s worth of nights
Eight hundred calories on his featherlite stove
“How come I hiked when I sure coulda drove?”
Dr. Seuss says, “Oh, the places you’ll go!”
To dry, sandy deserts and passes of snow
You’ll live with the marmot, the pika and bear
Spend idyllic days breathing clear mountain air
You’ll first reach ten thousand just north of Monache
Just like raising the flag on Mount Suribachi
Shooting star and penstemon of scarlet and vi’let
Approaching Mt. Whitney you’ll encounter sky pilot
Seven weeks later you’ll pass over the border
Where the terrain for hiking is made right to order
Through Ashland and Fish Lake, Mazama, Olallie
There’s Mount Hood – we’ll make it, by golly, Miss Molly!
In late August you’ll enter the Evergreen State
And fly o’er the trail as though toting no weight
That’s eighty-one down with just nineteen to go
Tarry long there and you’re caught in the snow
Then fin’ly it happens: you can see through the clearing
It looks like the Washington obelisk you are nearing
There’s the break in the timber – the line between lands
The border at last, where two nations join hands
You race down to meet it midst the hemlock and pine
The goal you’re pursuing – Monument Seventy-nine
Some bubbly, some photos, some hugs shared with friends
Eight more miles to reach Manning, where the Trail fin’ly ends
In six months we’ll convene here again in the fall
To salute Robert Francisco whose new name is go-small
We wish you a full house, not just one or two pairs
And for now we release you with our good thoughts and prayers
Old Goat/2006
*Jawbone Canyon Road – Near Robin Bird Spring, Mile 602 NOBO