Pacific Northwest Trail Thru Hike 2007

The following is the trip report from my 2007 thru-hike of the Pacific Northwest Trail which I hiked end-to-end in East to West starting at Chief Mountain Ranger Station in Glacier National Park, Montana and ending at Cape Alava in Olympic National Park, Washington. The trip report was written originally in 2007 and was not posted on my “current” blog until 2024.

I completed the trail in 61 days, taking three zero days, and averaging approximately 20 miles per day. Re-supply was a combination of mail drops (thanks, Mom and Dad!) and grocery stores and ranged in length from everyday (grocery) to a max of nine days.

I hiked the trail solo, in ultralight style employing some common gear in that style such as a frameless rucksack, spinnaker-cloth tarp, goose down sleeping quilt, paltry torso-length foam sleeping mat, carbon fiber trekking poles, and stainless wood burning stove. The complete gear list is available for viewing here.

If you are considering a thru-hike of what is now – thanks to the tireless efforts of people like Ron Strickland, Jon Knetchel, and the Pacific Northwest Trail Association – a federally protected National Scenic Trail I recommend the following preparatory work. The trail is mostly unmarked and although the maintenance routine is growing there are many lengths of trail in NW Montana and across Idaho that are little more than game trails or seasonal hunting trails denoted by little more than a sawn log here and there so be comfortable with your ability to “find the way”. Secondly there are few other thru-hikers on the trail so do not expect a party. You may never even hike with another thru-hiker. The popularity of the trail is growing and I the number of thru’s ever summer is probably in the dozens but you may go two or three days in the more remote sections without seeing anyone at all.

Pacific Northwest Thru-Hike – June 21st through August 20th, 2007

I documented my hike in three methods all of which you’ll find below, in general order of how I shared it from beginning to end (photos being displayed throughout). Firstly I had my camera on my person at all times and I documented whatever caught my fancy in the moment. Secondly, I penciled a short journal entry at least once per day. Thirdly, during downtime at town stops spread across the trip I sent a “trail report” to a list of people who had requested to follow my journey via e-mail.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Destination: Glen’s Lake Head
Starting Location: Chief Mountain Ranger Station
Today’s Miles: 13.00
Trip Miles: 13.00

Starting Off – Click picture to see full size
Day 01 of trip [still not at official PNT trailhead yet however]. Met lots of nice people, including Lindsay, East Side ranger [whom I knew from my former Park Service days]. Stoney Indian Pass sounds do-able according to Noel and Pete, Belly River B.C. rangers. Also talked to eight CDT thru-hikers.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 5hr 30min
Ascent: 620
Descent: 1040

Friday, June 22, 2007

Destination: Lake Janet
Starting Location: Glen’s Lake Head
Today’s Miles: 26.00
Trip Miles: 39.00

The Belly River Valley – Click picture to see full size
[This marks the official start of the PNT]

Ran into Lisa and the Belly River trail crew as well as Tony the Goat Haunt BC ranger. Stoney Indian Pass was snowy and I used my ice axe once but could’ve gotten away with only the trekking poles.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 9hr 30min
Ascent: 2830
Descent: 2610

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Destination: Upper Kintla Lake
Starting Location: Lake Janet
Today’s Miles: 16.30
Trip Miles: 55.30

Nearing Boulder Pass – Click picture to see full size
Route around Hole-in-the-wall and over Boulder Pass was incredibly trying. Well worth it. Spent over two hours just traversing Hole-in-the-Wall cirque. Got lost coming off Boulder Pass ad bushwhacked some steep cliffs. All is well.

Saw no one today.
Time: 9hr 10min
Ascent: 2740
Descent: 3290

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Destination: Kintla Car Camp
Starting Location: Upper Kintla Lake
Today’s Miles: 12.90
Trip Miles: 68.20

My Gear – Click picture to see full size
Upper Kintla to Kintla car camp. Slept in, moved slow. Chatted all afternoon/evening with an unnamed fella whom has very deep understanding of the universe… more on this later I hope.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 4hr 50min
Ascent: 260
Descent: 600

Monday, June 25, 2007

Starting Location: Kintla Car Camp
Today’s Miles: 0.00
Trip Miles: 68.20

Mom at Kintla Lake – Click picture to see full size
Zero Day – Awaiting Supplies

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Destination: Weasel Cabin
Starting Location: Kintla Car Camp
Today’s Miles: 27.40
Trip Miles: 95.60

Moon over Kootenai N.F. – Click picture to see full size
Outside Glacier N.P. now. Late start (12:30). Late finish (10:45). Killer bushwack off Tuchuck Mtn.

Saw no one today.
12hr 15min
Ascent: 3460, Descent: 5480

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Destination: Wigman Creek
Starting Location: Weasel Cabin, Kootenia N.F.
Today’s Miles: 16.70
Trip Miles: 112.30

Cooking near Wigwam Creek – Click picture to see full size
Flathead and Kootenia N.F.’s Lost route and side hilled – probably lost 2 hours. Camped at Wigman Cr.

Saw no one today.
Time: 7hr 30min
Ascent: 2450
Descent: 2370

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Destination: Riverside Park, Eureka, MT
Starting Location: Wigman Cr.
Today’s Miles: 21.50
Trip Miles: 133.80

Snow in Ten Lakes Scenic Area – Click picture to see full size
Did probably 24 miles today, plus or minus one or two. Got lost coming out of Kootenia N.F. stumbled upon Sharon and Jeff Stensmen? Stengleman? at their home and they gave me a Coke and some fresh caught Kokanee salmon. Camped in Riverside Park Eureka. Five dollars with free shower. Had biscuits and gravy and borrowed dude’s laptop on hood of car for e-mail.

Saw more than a dozen people.
Time: 7hr 30min
Ascent: 2450
Descent: 2370

Friday, June 29, 2007

Destination: Webb Mtn Trailhead
Starting Location: Riverside Park, Eureka, MT
Today’s Miles: 12.30
Trip Miles: 146.10

Camp spot at Webb Mt. Trailhead – Click picture to see full size
My feet officially hurt now. Seven miles on pavement this noon didn’t help. Got town stuff taken care of, phone, email. Huge storm minutes before camp. Magically cleared up. Camped at Webb Mtn trailhead.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 8hr 0min
Ascent: 800
Descent: 860

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Destination: Gypsy Meadows
Starting Location: Webb Mtn Trailhead
Today’s Miles: 14.10
Trip Miles: 160.20

Indian Paintbrush – Click picture to see full size
Long day, feet very sore. Webb Mtn lookout quite pretty. Used dude’s binoculars to see Stonehill [sport rock climbing area along Kookanusa Resevoir]. Camped at Gypsy Meadows.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 10hr 40min
Ascent: 5030
Descent: 1900

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Destination: Vinal Lake Road
Starting Location: Gypsy Meadows
Today’s Miles: 20.40
Trip Miles: 180.60

Montana Clear cuts – Click picture to see full size
Took Ibuprofen today – hiked like a champ. Lots of clear cuts up in these parts. Faint trails, but easy enough to follow with cairns and saw cuts. Saw no one today. Camped above Vinal Lake Road.

Saw no one today.
Time:10hr 30min
Ascent: 3010
Descent: 5270

Monday, July 02, 2007

Destination: West Fork of Yaak River
Starting Location: Vinal Lake Road
Today’s Miles: 14.60
Trip Miles: 195.20

Tarp at West Fork Yaak River – Click picture to see full size
Saw two moose yesterday, forgot to mention. Put in good miles today over Garver Peak. Beautiful view of tomorrows NW Scenic area traverse. Camped at West Fork of Yaak River.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 11hr 30min
Ascent: 3200
Descent: 2170

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Destination: Big Boy Meadows
Starting Location: West Fork of Yaak River
Today’s Miles: 28.10
Trip Miles: 223.30

Sam atop Northwest Peak – Click picture to see full size
Excellent off-trail traverse of Northwest, Davis and part of Ewing Peaks in the NW Scenic Area of Kootenai N.F. I’m camped at “Big Boy Meadows” on the MT/ID border.

Saw no one today.
Time: 11hr 10min
Ascent: 4350
Descent: 2870

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Destination: Fairgrounds, Bonner’s Ferry, ID
Starting Location: Big Boy Meadows
Today’s Miles: 28.70
Trip Miles: 252.00

Fairgrounds at Bonner’s Ferry – Click picture to see full size
4th of July. Busted ass and got into Bonner’s Ferry tonight (thanks to ride from Chad and Reagan). I am at Fairgrounds awaiting fireworks to begin. Now on Pacific time. Talked to Sarah on phone from a hill-top today. I am a lucky man to have her.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 14hr 0min
Ascent: 4090
Descent: 8140

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Destination: The Spring on Trail 122
Starting Location: Fairgrounds, Bonner’s Ferry, ID
Today’s Miles: 11.30
Trip Miles: 263.30

Resuppy Shipping Label – Click picture to see full size
Pleasant day in town, good breakfast and lunch. Sewed rip in pants leg. Three ride hitch hike to trailhead. At 15:00 105 degrees!!! Set up camp at 21:30 (“The Spring” on Tr. 122).

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 6hr 0min
Ascent: 3180
Descent: 330

Thursday, July 5th, 2007

Pacific Northwest Trail Report No. 1

Firstly, my apologies if this arrives in your inbox twice as I’d rather you got this twice than not at all. Secondly, many of you haven’t heard from me in months or years so read on to find out what I’m up to nowadays. For those of you who are in-the-know, read on as you’re probably interested in hearing how things are going.

On Thursday, June 21st I set off from Chief Mountain Ranger Station at Glacier National Park, embarking on the 1200 mile Pacific Northwest Trail ( ). At that time all my research and planning was put behind me and it was time to walk. I’m am currently one day ahead of schedule but will more than likely end behind schedule as I come across an interesting place or two to stop and spend a day. I plan to be done hiking sometime after August 24th.

As of today, July 5th, 2007 I have reached the small town of Bonner’s Ferry, Idaho approximately 225 miles from where I started. I have been averaging roughly 18 or 19 miles of hiking per day. Primarily I hike on hiking trails, secondly, Forest Service logging roads and thirdly (but rarely fortunately) asphalt highways.

The gear I’ve chosen to carry with me was all selected (and some handmade by my girlfriend and I) for both it’s durability and lightweight. Thusfar I am quite happy with my choices in gear as all is holding up well and not weighing me down. For those amongst you whom consider yourselves gear heads, you can view my gear list at my
Web site ( ).

I have mailed one memory card of digital pictures home and my brother has kindly offered to put those up on my Web site for viewing. Perhaps he will copy all the e-mail addresses to whom I’ve sent this message and let you know when those are available for viewing.

I’ve seen very few people on the trails thusfar as Northwest Montana (where I’ve spent 99% of my time) is not very populated. I get my share of socializing however when I come down out of the mountains and have to walk through a town to pick up another package of food from the post office. Last night I even hiked a bit extra to get into town to watch the Independence Day fireworks (and more importantly eat a couple double cheeseburgers).

I won’t be checking my e-mail again for quite some time so if your comments can wait until after I’ve complete my journey it would be most appreciated as my Internet time is limited at public libraries. Although if you’d like to comment quickly I do like hearing how everyone is doing. Feel free to reply to this message or use the Contact Form on my Web site ( )

To close I’ll quote an individual whom I met one night camping, “Don’t live life – experience it.”

Sam Haraldson

Friday, July 06, 2007

Destination: Lower Ball Lake
Starting Location: The Spring on Trail 122
Today’s Miles: 12.30
Trip Miles: 275.60

Exposed Rocks on Parker Ridge – Click picture to see full size
Awoke early, decided to only do twelve miles to allow the bushwhack to Salmo-Priest the entire day tomorrow. Finally starting to see others in the backcountry. Had nice chat with Bob today. He’s been backpacking for like thirty years. Lives on whey protein, prunes, oats and olive oil.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 8hr 40min
Ascent: 3560
Descent: 2110

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Destination: Geisinger Camp
Starting Location: Lower Ball Lake
Today’s Miles: 16.30
Trip Miles: 291.90

Lion Creek Bushwhack – Click picture to see full size
July 7th, 2007 – 777 – that’s Tom’s favorite number. Got off track today, missed Lookout Mtn. got back on at Floss Cr. Trail. Bushwhack today went flawlessly. Hit all the marks no problem. Lots of people out and about. Camped at Geisinger on Upper Priest Lake.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time:11hr 20min
Ascent: 490
Descent: 4340

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Destination: Junction Tr. 512 and 315
Starting Location: Geisinger Camp
Today’s Miles: 24.30
Trip Miles: 316.20

Large Cedars near Upper Priest Lake – Click picture to see full size
Everyday it seems I overcome another challenge, never ceasing to amaze myself. Tr 349 to Snowy Top was closed by a 2006 fire so I found an alt. route. I figured it would be nice getting to avoid the 89 switchbacks on tr. 349. Little did I know that my choice, Tr 315 would be an absolute jungle of brush and blowdowns. Ugh. This camp is gorgeous and a good relax after a long day. Camped just past Jct of Tr 512 and 315.

Had chat with Craig. Old car camper comin’ to same spot 40 years. Had roast oysters and a swig of Old Idaho whiskey with him. Truly a nice man. I’m in Washington now. GRD.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 12 hr 10min
Ascent: 3790
Descent: 450

Monday, July 09, 2007

Destination: Jct. Tr. 507 and 525
Starting Location: Junction Tr. 512 and 315
Today’s Miles: 16.10
Trip Miles: 332.30

Camp past Crowell Ridge – Click picture to see full size
After yesterday’s slog thru the alder choked tr. 315 I didn’t think it could get worse… then it did. Four miles of absolutely swimming through that god-forsaken plant. Upon topping out that trail though, all frustration was gone. Bald, boulder and sub-alpine fir strewn Crowell Ridge was an absolute delight.

Saw no one today.
Time: 1hr 20min
Ascent: 3250
Descent: 4910

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Destination: Flume Cr. Road 305
Starting Location: Jct. Tr. 507 and 525
Today’s Miles: 25.30
Trip Miles: 357.60

Power Lines from the Boundary Dam – Click picture to see full size
Arose to scads of mosquitoes – actually put on some DEET (tough for a Minnesota native to admit that kind of defeat). Had a good walk out of the woods then quite a few miles of pavement to the Boundary Dam. The personnel there were a charm. They invited me to a personal tour, cold water and we even checked out the PNTA Web site (which they check often). Dave there and Robin were both great.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 10hr 0min
Ascent: 1730
Descent: 2960

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Destination: Park in Northport, WA
Starting Location: Flume Cr. Road 305
Today’s Miles: 37.90
Trip Miles: 395.50

PNT Blaze at the Historic Lind Ranch – Click picture to see full size
Long day. Summited Abercrombie Mt. pretty early and could see Northport off in the distance. My legs were feelin’ it, my pack weight was at a minimum, so I set off setting 22:00 or 22:30 as my goal [for arrival in Northport]. Got in town at a few minutes after 22:00 and was sipping Red Hook with the locals in no time.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 15hr 0min
Ascent: 6560
Descent: 180

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Starting Location: Park in Northport, WA
Today’s Miles: 0.00
Trip Miles: 395.50

– Click picture to see full size
Awoke around 6:00, struck camp and went to The Mustang for biscuits and gravy. Got mail then sat in shade outside for Clifford the Librarian to show up. Visited with him extensively, leaving and coming back two times. They just got broadband in town last week! Enjoyed a dip in the Columbia River then had a bacon cheeseburger at the Whitebird. After wonderful phone calls to Sarah and the folksI enjoyed a couple micro brews at Northern Ales bar and organic grocery. Clifford was there and he and owner/brewmaster (along with wife Andrea) Steve jammed on guitar and mandolin. Steve and Andrea offered a shower and bed but I declined. He then sent me off with a twenty-two ounce bottle of his IPA which I will enjoy tomorrow.

Zero day.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Pacific Northwest Trail Report No. 2


Day twenty-two on the Pacific Northwest Trail ( ). I’ve been averaging somewhere near twenty miles per day. My shortest day was thirteen miles and my longest was thirty-seven.

It’s only rained on me once so I’m awaiting some kind of torrential downpour. It would be a welcome respite from the temps which have topped 105 deg. F. Early morning hiking has been a necessity to keep cool and I’ve been consuming upwards of two gallons of water a day.

The snow that plagued my weary ankles in the high country of Western Montana and into Idaho is gone in all but the smallest little patches now. With the disappearance of the snow will also come the disappearance of some of the small snow-melt creeks which made stocking up on water so easy. I’ll have to pay close attention to “tanking up” with water when the chance arises and have made notes in my trail guides as to where the best water resources are in the
upcoming miles.

I’m now in the sere brown hills of Eastern Washington which albeit not the tremendous peaks and valleys of Montana’s Rocky Mountains or Idaho’s Selkirks still hold their own in elevation gain/loss (especially compared with my homeland of Minnesota). The area I am about to embark into is not as highly developed from a recreational standpoint so more of my immediate travels will be on Forest Service roads than on trails. The roads provide good grade and level walking and typically are closed to vehicular traffic so they still provide for quality walking.

I’ve seen some diverse landscapes, from the rocky balds and snow packed heights of Boulder Pass in Glacier National Park to the old growth cedar forests, complete with trees in excess of eight feet in diameter of the Salmo Priest Wilderness. Next is the drier hills of Easter Washington’s Kettle Crest with the deep canyons of the Paysaten Wilderness and the lush expanses of North Cascades National Park to follow. Alas, I get ahead of myself. I’ve much country to explore in Colville and Okanagan National Forests first and you’ll hear from me again mid-exploration of those lands.

Tomorrow morning I set off with eight days of food in search of Bonaparte Lake Resort (NE of Tonasket, WA) where I’ll pick up three more days supplies for a quick jaunt up to Oroville, WA. From Oroville I expect to make my next correspondence with the world. Until then I bid you adieu.

Sam Haraldson

p.s. In my last correspondence I mentioned I might be too busy to respond to any replies to my mail. I don’t believe this will be the case so feel free to comment or question whatever you fancy. My response may be short but will be heartfelt.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Destination: Section 36 on Fisher Cr. Trib.
Starting Location: Park in Northport, WA
Today’s Miles: 18.00
Trip Miles: 413.50

Microbrew on the Trail – Click picture to see full size
Less than twenty miles today. Groggy from three excellent beers last night, lack of sleep and ninety-plus deg. temps. Lots of logging activity today and very dusty. All of todays walk was blazed though – that’s a first.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 8hr 40min
Ascent: 2190
Descent: 460

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Destination: Jct. Tr. 450 and Goat Cr. Rd.
Starting Location: Section 36 on Fisher Cr. Trib.
Today’s Miles: 22.40
Trip Miles: 435.90

Dusty Roads and Sprinklers – Click picture to see full size
Day nine of heat at or near 100 deg. F. Ugh. Ninety-five percent of travel was on full-on gravel roads today. Move to Kettle Crest Trail sometime tomorrow morning.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 10hr 30min
Ascent: 4360
Descent: 3020

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Destination: Copper Butte
Starting Location: Jct. Tr. 450 and Goat Cr. Rd.
Today’s Miles: 20.70
Trip Miles: 456.60

Kicking back on the Low-rider – Click picture to see full size
Did my twenty-plus miles easy enough today. Arrived at camp atop Copper Butte around 15:45. It felt great to be off the Forest Service roads and on the well graded/maintained F.S. Tr 13 Kettle Crest. A few more miles of it tomorrow too. I fashioned a chair out of the old lookout cabin’s low-rider latrine. It’s quite comfy.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 8hr 50min
Ascent: 3830
Descent: 1690

Monday, July 16, 2007

Destination: Lower Hall Cr. Pond
Starting Location: Copper Butte
Today’s Miles: 21.20
Trip Miles: 477.80

Hiking through the Grass – Click picture to see full size
The wind was howling this morning but my tarp held up. It woke me early to find the hazy sunrise from a smoky sky. Not sure exactly where the big fire is, but I could see a small one last night. The bushwhack today went well even if the guidebook’s directions were wonky. I ended up right on the mark (YES!).

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 12hr 10min
Ascent: 2830
Descent: 5190

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Destination: 10 Mile Camp
Starting Location: Lower Hall Cr. Pond
Today’s Miles: 16.50
Trip Miles: 494.30

Cooking at Ten Mile Camp – Click picture to see full size
These are some hot, dry hills I’ve been walking through. Found enough water though. Paid for camping tonight, but worth is as Steve offered me libations, conversation and some Neil Young on the tailgate of his rig. Vet, hard-laborin’, long-haired individualist. 51 years old, I don’t think he’ll ever feel old.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 9hr 50min
Ascent: 1950
Descent: 4300

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Destination: Sweat Cr. Picnic Area
Starting Location: 10 Mile Camp
Today’s Miles: 24.70
Trip Miles: 519.00

Too Short on the Trail – Click picture to see full size
The temps have finally cooled off. I awoke refreshed, packed and had breakfast. 1/2 hour into the hike a light rain started. This kept up all morning and really helped the heat. Road walk most all day. Made wrong turn and got to see bear. Got to Sweat Creek Picnic Area and chatted with Bill Mell? Mount? who had tales to tell. He’ll be president of a fraudulent, made-up country by later next week. Hmm…

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 11hr 10min
Ascent: 3240

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Destination: Bonaparte Lake Resort
Starting Location: Sweat Cr. Picnic Area
Today’s Miles: 19.60
Trip Miles: 538.60

Ranch Gate and Big Sky – Click picture to see full size
Awoke, broke camp and purified water before the rain. Also had nice chat with the lovely Sarah and my brother. Trail over Clackamas Mtn. was a bear of a route find. Cattle trails (and shit) were everywhere. Guidebook definitions horribly lacking. Ended up bushwhacking final slope and found road no problem. Made great time after that. Arrived at Bonaparte Lake Resort at 17:30, got hamburger (yum) and a couple tall boys. Looooong hot shower followed by (free) laundry. I am human again.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 8hr 20min
Ascent: 3430
Descent: 3410

Friday, July 20, 2007

Destination: Okanogan NF Boundary
Starting Location: Bonaparte Lake Resort
Today’s Miles: 14.20
Trip Miles: 552.80

Sam at Mt. Bonaparte Fire Lookout – Click picture to see full size
Day number 30! Awoke to fishermen going out, broke camp, had coffee and breakfast at cafe. Slowly left by 9:45. Climbed to Mt. Bonaparte Lookout and chatted with Lee the lookout who hadn’t seen anyone in a week. He gave me a beer, I gave him some cookies. Came a few more miles to the NF boundary and camped.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 9hr 10min
Ascent: 3700
Descent: 3380

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Destination: Summit Lake
Starting Location: Okanogan NF Boundary
Today’s Miles: 15.10
Trip Miles: 567.90

Summit Lake – Click picture to see full size
Left the forest this morn and came out into the open, hilly ranges of the Okanogan. Wandered up Dry Gulch and Ray Visser (Havillah, WA) stopped his truck and chatted with me a little about the trail. He was in the know and this was refreshing. Short day as there’s no need to hit town ’til the Post Office is open Monday.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 6hr 20min
Ascent: 1520
Descent: 1160

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Destination: City Park, Oroville, WA
Starting Location: Summit Lake
Today’s Miles: 14.80
Trip Miles: 582.70

Cow Carcass – Click picture to see full size
Saw a coyote as well as a carcass of a cow on the lovely Whistler Canyon Trail. Camped (illegally) in the city park.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 6hr 0min
Ascent: 330
Descent: 3490

Monday, July 23, 2007

Destination: Similkameen River
Starting Location: City Park, Oroville, WA
Today’s Miles: 8.40
Trip Miles: 591.10

Fresh Supplies – Click picture to see full size
Good breakfast, lunch and phone conversation with Mom, Dad, Grandma and Sarah. Got and sent mail, had quick Internet session. Left town around 14:30. Short walk in 100 deg. F heat. Camped along Similkameen River.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 3hr 0min
Ascent: 620
Descent: 360

Monday, July 23, 2007

Pacific Northwest Trail Report No. 3


I’m in Oroville, Washington and am paying for internet time so this update will be unfortunately short. The public library (probably thanks to our current administration) is closed on Mondays.

I’ve made it most of the way across the hot, dry desert-like hills of the Okanogan Valley of Eastern Washington. Next up is the high country of the Paysaten Wilderness and North Cascades National Park. This is the part of the trip I’ve most anticipated. Between these two wild areas I will get to cover literally hundreds of miles of roadless area, broken only by a short ferry trip across Ross Lake.

My pack is at its heaviest right now with 8+ days of food and enough water to get between streams and lakes. I’m in great shape though and can put down twenty plus miles without too much thought now. I still enjoy getting to town and enjoying a cheeseburger and beer though.

A new batch of photos should be ready in the near future and my at-home-tech-support brother will be letting you all know when they’re available. It’s certainly good having folks such as him, my parents and girlfriend helping out on the home front.

Sam Haraldson

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Destination: Cold Springs Campground
Starting Location: Similkameen River
Today’s Miles: 26.60
Trip Miles: 617.70

ULA Conduit at Cold Springs Camp – Click picture to see full size
Today marks roughly the halfway point of the hike. I put the Okanogan guidebook section to rest today and start into the Paysaten Wilderness tomorrow. If I include my twenty some odd miles of pre-PNT hiking in Glacier Nat’l I’m looking at six-hundred plus miles so far.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 11hr 10min
Ascent: 5310
Descent: 340

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Destination: Dome Camp
Starting Location: Cold Springs Campground
Today’s Miles: 15.10
Trip Miles: 632.80

Entrance to the Paysaten Wilderness – Click picture to see full size
Got lost today. Couldn’t find the Goodenough Trail so took alternate route. Got onto cattle trail and spent roughly five? hours bushwhacking – ultimately getting back on route. Entered Paysaten Wilderness, kissed the sign and busted ass. Gorgeous country. Camped at Dome Camp.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 9hr 0min
Ascent: 2840
Descent: 2220

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Destination: Ashnola River
Starting Location: Dome Camp
Today’s Miles: 25.20
Trip Miles: 658.00

Cathedral Lake – Click picture to see full size
Saw six backpackers; one gal, her dog and two horses. Arrived at Cathedral Lake my planned camp at 13:30. This was much too early and the bugs were at their worst. Hiked eleven more miles to Ashnola River. Had first campfire of the trip to try to minimize bugs.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 10hr 0min
Ascent: 2150
Descent: 3930

Friday, July 27, 2007

Destination: Paysaten Airstrip Cabin
Starting Location: Ashnola River
Today’s Miles: 24.20
Trip Miles: 682.20

Quartz Ridge, Paysaten Wilderness – Click picture to see full size
Today was possibly the most glorious of the whole trip, Quartz Ridge and Bunker Hill provide a view of peaks as far as the eye can see. Dropping into and moving along the Paysaten River was hell however. A 2006 burn charred and blew down scores of trees. I made less than a mile an hour for those four miles.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 12hr 10min
Ascent: 3840
Descent: 4490

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Destination: Devil’s Pass
Starting Location: Paysaten Airstrip Cabin
Today’s Miles: 24.00
Trip Miles: 706.20

An Unknown Flower – Click picture to see full size
Hoping to avoid more of yesterday’s fire-ruined trail slogging I took an alt. route. Once atop (of all places) there was a map showing the closed trails in the area. Both the one I skipped as well as the alternate I took were included. Amazing views today. The Cascades are looking beautiful and still quite snowy.

Saw no one today.
Time: 10hr 40min
Ascent: 4770
Descent: 3340

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Destination: Ross Dam
Starting Location: Devil’s Pass
Today’s Miles: 28.50
Trip Miles: 734.70

Last Day for the Inov8 Flyrock 310 – Click picture to see full size
Easy climb to the top of Devil’s Dome this morn. All peaks clouded in up top but good view none the less. Mega downhill to Ross Lake followed by fast, well-maintained shore walk. No need for Hwy 20 walk as NPS has built trail parallel to it. Camped at super stealth location about a hundred feet above Ross Dam.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 11hr 10min
Ascent: 2480
Descent: 6460

Monday, July 30, 2007

Destination: Stillwell Camp
Starting Location: Ross Dam
Today’s Miles: 11.00
Trip Miles: 745.70

Giant Old Growth Cedar – Click picture to see full size
Ferry from Ross Lake Resort to Ideal Route at Little Beaver was only $20 when shared with other backpackers so went with it. Sharing camp with Max and Brian. Met Gabriel, NPS backcountry ranger who kindly issued me a permit. Wish I got to talk to Sarah on phone today.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 5hr 30min
Ascent: 2000
Descent: 490

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Destination: Copper Creek
Starting Location: Stillwell Camp
Today’s Miles: 16.70
Trip Miles: 762.40

Challenger Glacier – Click picture to see full size
Incredibly steep climb up to Whatcom Pass. Trail crews had trail in great shape though. Whatcom and Challenger glaciers a site (and sound) to behold. Still tired from Paysaten push. Only did sixteen some odd miles today.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
Time: 5hr 30min
Ascent: 3380
Descent: 2770

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Destination: Jct with Tr 607
Starting Location: Copper Creek
Today’s Miles: 24.90
Trip Miles: 787.30

Catch-23 and Scavenger – Click picture to see full size
Tons of people on trail to Hannegan Pass. Tons of cars on Baker Hwy. Met Toby (Catch-23) and Brandon (Scavenger) former AT and/or PCT thru-hikers as they were preparing to conquer Shuksan. Had a tall boy with them and a two mile hike. I stopped to camp at the jct of Tr 607.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 13hr 0min
Ascent: 4620
Descent: 3750

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Destination: Noisy Creek
Starting Location: Jct with Tr 607
Today’s Miles: 19.00
Trip Miles: 806.30

Mt. Baker and Baker Lake – Click picture to see full size
Awoke early to beautiful alpenglow on Mt. Baker. A sight that makes life worth living. 07:30, ran into Chuck, Jerry, Doug and Dave of PNTA on a three-day work outing! Amazing stuff they had done. Talked to each for around twenty min. Visited Baker Hot Springs for a solo soak. Tonight camped at Noisy Creek on Baker Lake. Had beer and good words with a group of guys livin’ it up boat camping.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 11hr 30min
Ascent: 740

Friday, August 03, 2007

Destination: Grandy Lake
Starting Location: Noisy Creek
Today’s Miles: 19.60
Trip Miles: 825.90

Olympic Snoqualmie National Forest Sign – Click picture to see full size
Had coffee and words of parting with my kind neighbors. Good trail along East side of lake followed by eight-plus miles of asphalt. Five dollars for camping at Grandy Lake. Neighboring group of gals on a church outing gave me a sandwich and some vegetables.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 8hr 20min
Ascent: 1110
Descent: 1040

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Destination: Jones Creek
Starting Location: Grandy Lake
Today’s Miles: 21.50
Trip Miles: 847.40

PNT Blazes on Mt. Josephine – Click picture to see full size
Awoke quite early, a surprising number of other campers were also stirring. Began climb of Goat Mtn. and had nice phone conversation with Sarah. Found PNT blazes on trail to summit of Josephine Peak. Took wrong turn in mess of DNR roads at end of day. Only maybe a mile or two out of my way and am now camped (possibly illegally) at Jones Creek on Rd. 110 on Sierra Pacific Timber land.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 11hr 50min
Ascent: 4050

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Destination: Near Wickersham, WA
Starting Location: Jones Creek
Today’s Miles: 18.60
Trip Miles: 866.00

Inversion over Sedro Wooley, WA – Click picture to see full size
Climbing uphill and inversion was taking place in the valley below. A beautiful sea of clouds below me all morning. Later I got some expansive views west – I believe of the Olympics. No clear view of Puget Sound yet though. Camped under power lines just SE of Wickersham, WA.

Saw no one today.
Time: 9hr 20min
Ascent: 4100
Descent: 3660

Monday, August 06, 2007

Destination: Lizard Lake
Starting Location: Near Wickersham, WA
Today’s Miles: 27.70
Trip Miles: 893.70

PNT Sign in County Park – Click picture to see full size
Awoke at 05:00 to be sure to be off logging property before they started working. I heard the first of their trucks fifteen minutes later though! I was able to hike down and out without anyone seeing me anyway. Roadwalk, more logging roads, good PNT built trail, double cheeseburger, more roads and trail and here I am at Lizard Lake DNR campground.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 12hr 0min
Ascent: 5250
Descent: 4180

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Destination: Bayview State Park
Starting Location: Lizard Lake
Today’s Miles: 16.50
Trip Miles: 910.20

PNT Stone Marker on Chuckanut Drive – Click picture to see full size
Slept in a bit and took my time in the morning. I borrowed a book from a lending shelf in Algers. Reading has been fun. Stopped in Edison for lunch and am now camped at Bayview State Park. Paid a dollar for a shower and charged my phone and camera batteries in the bathroom.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 8hr 0min
Ascent: 340
Descent: 2160

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Destination: Deception Pass State Park
Starting Location: Bayview State Park
Today’s Miles: 26.90
Trip Miles: 937.10

Drinking High Life at Sunset – Click picture to see full size
Went into Anacortes for lunch today to find out Sarah had called ahead and bought it for me! A most excellent treat. Watched sunset over the San Juan Islands after listening to the park rangers interpretive program at Deception Pass State Park. Walked down the beach aways and bivied.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 10hr 30min
Ascent: 1210
Descent: 1320

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Destination: Port Townsend, WA
Starting Location: Deception Pass State Park
Today’s Miles: 24.30
Trip Miles: 961.40

Port Townsend, WA Ferry – Click picture to see full size
Walked Whidbey Island pretty much in it’s entirety today. Many good beach miles, some good trail miles, but then high tide forced me onto the road. Arrived at Keystone Ferry at 18:00 and had microbrew in hand and burger on plate in Port Townsend soon after. Local gave me good info on a nice spot to lay my head near the city fountain. Probably illegal so awoke at dawn.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
Time: 12hr 30min
Ascent: 1110
Descent: 1120

Friday, August 10, 2007

Starting Location: Port Townsend, WA
Today’s Miles: 0.00
Trip Miles: 961.40

Chalkboard-walled Bathroom – Click picture to see full size
Zero day. Walked all over Port Townsend, ate good food, drank coffee and microbrews, talked with people. Slept in garden outside Whole Foods Co-Op.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Pacific Northwest Trail Report No. 4

Fans and friends,

I’ve been walking the Pacific Northwest Trail for forty-eight days. Talk on two pleasurable days before that in Glacier National Park making my way to the official PNT start on the continental divide and that makes for an even fifty days. My mileage is somewhere in the 900 mile range thus far and my current location is Port Townsend,

The past few days have been a flurry of official PNT signage and trail blazes proving that the trail has a good local following and that locals are supporting it. It is a polar opposite from the off-trail sections and route-finding nightmares of Montana, Idaho and E. Washington.

Since my last update I’ve walked a seven day stretch without walking a road, walked stretches of the pristine beaches along the Strait of Juan de Fuca and also pounded dozens of miles of tense, high traffic pavement.

The crossing of Ross Lake in between the Paysaten Wilderness and the North Cascades National Park was like awaking from a dreamless sleep and finding yourself in the middle of Times Square. Previously I had been able to make mental notes of all the people I’d seen on the various trails I’d walked. Once I arrived in the lands of Western
Washington it became apparent that people here really like to get out and after it in the woods as they were everywhere. I miss the solitude but am happy to see the trails getting good use. On a positive note it has given me a chance to spend time with some fellow campers – a number of whom will be receiving this update. The kindness and generosity of others (I love free beer, thanks, Gary!) in trade for nothing more than some backpacking stories or gear advice has been wonderful.

All the people out in the woods obviously live somewhere and the population density of the area shows. Finding places to camp in these lands which aren’t mile after mile of National Forest like in previous sections of the hike can be more difficult. As of late I’ve had to put some of my stealth camping techniques to the test and have even (gasp!) paid for some state park camping. I travel light and only require a small earth footprint so with a bit of advice from some locals in a pub a choice spot in the local park can be quickly revealed.

Ahead of me lies a nice chunk of state and federal lands encompassing the bulk of the Olympic Peninsula’s Olympic Mountain Range and the expansive coast of the Pacific Ocean. I’m ready to get back onto some entire days spent on trails and back to the true backpacking experience.

The latest batch of photos goes into the mail today so when my brother can find some time in his busy schedule he’ll put those online for everyone to peruse. My next trail report will probably come post-hike and at that time I look forward to expanding in detail on some sections and answering any questions folks might have.

It’s been great hearing people’s commentary along the way so feel free to keep that coming. In closing let me leave you with the remark my superstar girlfriend, Sarah leaves me with when we talk on the phone, “happy hiking”.

– Sam

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Destination: Gray Wolf River
Starting Location: Port Townsend
Today’s Miles: 28.50
Trip Miles: 989.90

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Left Port Townsend at 07:30. Hitch hiking dangerous section of Hwy 20 as recommended by trail guide. Road didn’t seem that bad but small shoulders and lots of hi speed traffic nonetheless. Camped along Gray Wolf River.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
11hr 30min
Ascent: 2980, Descent: 1980

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Destination: Deer Park Campground
Starting Location: Gray Wolf River
Today’s Miles: 12.80
Trip Miles: 1002.70

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Excellent hike on good trails. One cold ford at a washed out bridge. 3000 foot gain over five miles to reach Deer Park car campground and ranger station finally within the boundaries of Olympic National Park. The camp is located in a true alpine environment. Rainy and cold. Chatted with Wayne from Portland while he awaited his ride home after a few day solo trip.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
7hr 0min
Ascent: 4770, Descent: 570

Monday, August 13, 2007

Destination: Elwha River
Starting Location: Deer Park Campground
Today’s Miles: 24.00
Trip Miles: 1026.70

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Last evening’s cold and rain in which I sat under the tarp in my bag to cook dinner and make tea broke this morning and I got my first panoramic view of the spine of the snowy Olympic Mountains. I cruised the trail to Obstruction Point and the road to Hurricane Ridge Visitor Center. Had some cafeteria food and made phone calls. Then it was off toward Hurricane Hill, the clouds rolling in and out giving peek-a-boo views. Pounded down to the Elwha River Valley (something like a mile of vertical descent) and camped under the road bridge over the Elwha River.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
11hr 0min
Ascent: 3300, Descent: 8220

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Destination: Lunch Lake
Starting Location: Elwha River
Today’s Miles: 21.00
Trip Miles: 1047.70

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Today the ocean came into view. I gave a loud holler of joy on first sight and laughed out loud. I thought maybe I’d tear up but I didn’t. It was very stunning as off to the south was a world class view of Mt. Olympus and it’s flowing glaciers. Also had nice soak in Olympic Hot Springs, chatted with three girls doing nineteen days in the park and Douglas Ray (Rey?) a subscriber.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
12hr 0min
Ascent: 7470, Descent: 3280

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Destination: Forks, WA
Starting Location: Lunch Lake
Today’s Miles: 35.90
Trip Miles: 1083.60

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Walked out Hoh River instead of Bogachiel. Word from rangers was blowdowns were terrible. Did a feel good thirty-five miles to Hwy 101 and hitch hiked to Forks, WA. Met Brandon a bike trekker and fellow Web guy ( We crashed in the dugout at the local baseball diamond.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
13hr 40min
Ascent: 1190, Descent: 5050

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Destination: Mouth of Hoh River
Starting Location: Forks, WA
Today’s Miles: 11.00
Trip Miles: 1094.60

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Brandon and I awoke to rain this morn so we slept in another 1/2 hour. We had breakfast together then parted ways. Got re-supply, secured national park permits (and bear canister) and did quick Internet stop. Waited in rain forty-five minutes before Isaih finally picked me up hitch hiking. Chill fellow. Plays banjo, picks and sells Chantrelle mushrooms. Even invited me to an annual local family camping and music weekend. Put my bare feet in the Pacific Ocean today at long last. Camped amongst driftwood on beach near the mouth of the Hoh River.
Saw more than a dozen people today.

4hr 0min
Ascent: 390, Descent: 750

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Pacific Northwest Trail Report No. 5

Fellow Hiking Enthusiasts (and wanna be’s) –

My hike along the Pacific Northwest Trail grows near its end. I made excellent time across the Olympic Peninsula of Western Washington thus far, enjoying spectacular views of the the snowy peaked Olympic Mountains and (finally) the Pacific Ocean in all its glory. A near record setting day of 35 miles brought me into the town of Forks, WA last evening where I shared some floor space in a dugout of the local ball diamond with a fellow trekker who is making his way along a 1200 mile bike tour.

I secured permits to hike the Pacific Coast sections of Olympic National Park and set out toward that this afternoon. A few luxurious days hiking the beaches and headlands North and I will reach my final destination at Cape Alava. The excitement builds for the notion of completion but the dawning of an end to something amazing is also upon

Look forward (or not) to a final trail report, statistics and photos upon my completion and return to civilization. It’s been fun sharing this all with you.

Sam Haraldson

Friday, August 17, 2007

Starting Location: Mouth of Hoh River
Today’s Miles: 0.00
Trip Miles: 1094.60

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Although I moved my camp about a mile I’m calling this a zero day. I’m keeping with my scheduled camping permits within the national park at which I arrived at a day early. This morn the neighbors invited me over for coffee which ended up being coffee and pancakes (yay!). There were eight people there representing three generations and they all shared one tarp! I spent the sunny parts of the day relaxing on the beach and the rainy parts relaxing and napping under my tarp.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Destination: Third Beach
Starting Location: Mouth of Hoh River
Today’s Miles: 12.70
Trip Miles: 1107.30

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Good solid backpacking today. Beach walks, headland traverses, three stream fords, rain, sun, it was all there. I took it all in stride. Engineered a great sand tent pad. My camp site becomes nearly an “island” at high tide.

Saw less than a dozen people today.
5hr 30min
Ascent: 850, Descent: 850

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Destination: Cape Johnson
Starting Location: Third Beach
Today’s Miles: 13.00
Trip Miles: 1120.30

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
It rained from 17:00 until sometime early this morning. Nice and warm at 06:00 though. Made smooth receding tide miles past dozens of lazy Sunday morning backpackers. Got into La Push by I think 09:00. Bought some cheese, gravy mix and two tall boys of Rainier for that evening. Had biscuits and gravy at local restaurant then paid Buck Sampson a local Quillayute native $5 for a ferry ride across the river. He was the 1st person I asked and he said yes immediately. It’s been a brilliant sunny day and I think I’m finally going to see that sunset I’ve dreamt about.

Saw more than a dozen people today.
5hr 45min
Ascent: 500, Descent: 560

Monday, August 20, 2007

Destination: Cape Alava
Starting Location: Cape Johnson
Today’s Miles: 16.00
Trip Miles: 1136.30

No Photo Available – Click picture to see full size
Rather than camp at my scheduled location at which I arrived at around 10:00 I opted to instead continue hiking onward to the end of the trail. I arrived at Cape Alava the official end of the Pacific Northwest Trail at around 14:00. It was a meloncholy finish but still felt the power of success. I read the card Sarah had mailed me earlier and drank the last couple sips of whisky the folks back home wished me well with. I started the hike away from the beach to the ranger station and the highway out of the park when I realized I hadn’t taken a photo of myself so I just stopped there on the boardwalk where I was and snapped a photo. The ranger station was twenty miles from the highway so I just started walking with my thumb out. Luck was truly on my side as not only did I score a ride the twenty miles out to the highway, these fellow backpackers were actually driving the entire ninety some miles to the town of Everett, WA where I was planning to hitch hike to over the next few days!

Saturday, August 25th, 2007

Pacific Northwest Trail Report No. 6

To Those Fond of the Flora and the Fauna,

This is Sam again with the last of my trail reports in regards to my recent hike of the Pacific Northwest Trail. I arrived at Cape Alava in Olympic National Park, my final destination where the land and trail comes to a muted halt against the ebbing and flowing tides of the vast Pacific Ocean. The previous days hiking North along the coast I took at a slow pace, spending the morning hiking the beach at low tide and the afternoon relaxing in the sun (and rain) at gorgeous beachside campsites. Having never hiked an ocean coastline this was a top-five highlight of the trip for me. Taking the opportunity to slow down and savor my last days on the trail allowed much time for meditation and reflection.

Olympic National Park as a whole is contained within the confines of the Olympic Peninsula and plays host to a very diverse set of ecosystems from alpine peaks and ridges to sub-alpine meadows to low lying valleys of true rainforest. Due to a seriously damaging storm that took place within the past year the desired route out of the park along the Bogachiel river was now a place of hundreds of fallen tree tangles which the ONP trail crews have thusfar opted not to fix. I exited instead out the parallel Hoh river (a similar but busier rain forest trail). Seventeen miles of trail in the morning and eighteen plus miles of walking asphalt in the afternoon put me at the famous Highway 101 where I hitchhiked into Forks, WA (where I last sent out a trail report).

After attempting to hitchike in the pouring rain for nearly an hour I was finally picked up by a local fellow who was headed back down toward the Hoh river. If I didn’t have an agenda I would have joined him, his family and and a few hundred others for a local music and camping gathering they were having but alas I had permits for the National Park, a conclusion of a great hike and a train ride back to the loves of my life in my near future.

Arriving at the ocean for the first time at the mouth of the Hoh river was the most exciting and emotional time of the whole hike – even precluding the somewhat meloncholy finish. I sat upon a large driftwood log, removed my shoes and socks carefully, rolled up my pants legs, put my camera on a slow timer mode and gently walked to the water’s edge. I pondered the ocean for a second, looking out over it’s vastness at the setting sun, the great colums of rock protruding forth from it’s depths and the myriad pelicans and other shore birds before stepping forth into its chilled waters. I stood knee deep in the salty flow and felt my emotions welling up – contrasting the ebbing tide. I heard the camera flash behind me immortalizing that place and those feelings forever but I remained a bit longer, enjoying
the feel of the sand gently grating over my feet and legs as the ocean’s waves moved it’s debris in and out, in and out.

Awaking later than usual the next day I was waved over by the family camped upwind from me a short distance. Their offer of morning coffee turned into coffee, pancakes, fresh trout and much quality conversation. Their kindness was a reminder to me of all the other helpful and sanity-stabilizing niceties folks had provided me on the trail.

Upon completion of those days along the coast I was faced with the possibly difficult task of hitchiking or walking the twenty miles from the Ozette Ranger Station to the town of Everett, WA where I was to catch the Amtrak. My two-month long streak of luck held out and after walking only five or six of the miles of road I was treated to a ride with some backpackers I’d seen on the trail. This was the kind of ride that hitchikers dream about. Not only were the companions in the car excited to discuss their own trip as well as mine they also wanted to stop for burgers along the way and were driving not only to the end of the road I needed to get to, but ALL the way to my final destination of Everett! I couldn’t thank them enough and hope that paying most of the cost of the car ferry was at least a small token of my appreciation.

Arriving in Everett, WA I found the nearest hotels to be full which was a small letdown because I was finally ready to sleep under a roof after two months and have a long hot shower. Instead I at least found a dry and warm place to sleep in one of the garden sheds on display in the parking lot at Lowe’s. I was able to awake early, have breakfast
and check into a hotel early for a long bath and nap. After that it was a twenty-four hour wait for the next available Amtrak train.

I met some great folks with whom we shared great times and stories all the way from Everett to my exit at St. Paul, MN. Most of them were headed onward to Chicago and I wish them the best of luck in their pursuits at college, marriage and the other trials, tribulations and joys of life they were headed into and away from via the train.

That concludes the final report from the Pacific Northwest Trail. I will have more messages to send out as the last batch of photos are placed online as well as my journal entries and an extensive trip profile including all statistics and GPS datas I collected throughout the journey. These items will be available for perusal at your leisure by visiting and clicking the links into backpacking and then Pacific Northwest Trail.

I have sincerely enjoyed both informing everyone of these pursuits as well as hearing your feedback. If at this time you wish to stop receiving my mailings please opt out by replying with a request to be removed from the backpacking listserv. If you don’t mind a random message from me at times I will send out in-frequent updates in regards to the progress of the trip profile.

Sam Haraldson

Monday September 24th, 2007

Pacific Northwest Trail Report No. 7

Interested Parties –

It’s been some time since I last wrote with an update on my hike along the Pacific Northwest Trail. I’ve been done hiking for just over a month now, have settled back into city life in terms of apartment living, going back to work and spending time with family and friends. Life on the trail was minimal and straightforward but at the same time strenuous and consuming. I found time for little more than eating, hiking and sleeping. Re-entry into the swing of society in which time isn’t determined by the rising and setting of the sun but rather the whim of the individual I’ve found myself operating later into the night, sleeping past sunrise and generally doing the things normal
folks do.

City life has allowed me time to go over the images and words I captured to my camera and journal. I would like to share with you my fellow hikers, family and friends these words and pictures so that you may live vicariously through them, dream that you too may experience such things and relate them to your own adventures.

All my Web media is either available within the backpacking section of my Web site or via links there-in. Below are links directly to my photo galleries, (with many more photos than in previous releases), trail journals and videos at, Google Images and YouTube.

I would like to thank you all for the wonderful responses I received in regards to my mailings, the comments on my photos and questions of all sorts. In the coming months I will be presenting my thru hike in person at a number of locations such as W-Trek Outfitters in Duluth, MN, the Midwest Mountaineering Outdoor Adventure Expo in Minneapolis, MN and others TBA. If this is something you are interested please contact me for more information.

On Spooking Elk and Stalking Mule Deer

Montana rifle hunters willing to put in the extra work it takes to get deep into the backcountry have early gates to begin hunting over a month prior to the general season opener so my buddy Justin and I set about planning a trip into one of these four districts.  Three of the four are located up in the Bob Marshall and the other is located down in our neck of the woods in the Absaroka Beartooth.  We picked an access point that we felt would offer up a good chance at finding big game, was close enough to a trailhead that hiking out a heap of meat wouldn’t wreck us (too much), but was still far enough from a trailhead or road to make the riff raff want to avoid it.

After some highway driving and a long, bumpy FS road we arrived at the trailhead to find fourteen other vehicles – more than ten of which were big ol’ diesel ranch rigs complete with full sized horse trailers.  We knew we’d be sharing the mountains with horse packers and hunting guides but we hoped they were going to stick to the main trail and that we were going to have the less visited drainage adjacent to ourselves.  It was close to seven miles from the car just to get to the boundary of the hunting district and the point where we’d see if the horse packers continued downhill or if they turned off along the ridgeline to the next bowl.  Much to our delight the scratch in the grass that was the only sign of our trail was a great sign that the next drainage would be potentially void of other people.

With a smile on our face knowing we’d probably be leaving the more popular zone we carefully picked our way along the 10k+ ridgeline to the next drainage being careful as we approached not to skyline any critters that might be lingering as one drainage rolled over the small pass into the next.  The wind was howling and a light snow had started to fall as we low crawled up to the crest and began glassing the beautiful country below.  The cold was quickly getting the best of us as we were both still wearing just lightweight baselayers from the long uphill hike.  We carefully albeit hurriedly made our way over the saddle to a small row of stumpy conifers to get out of the wind.  Justin set about brewing up some coffee and I quickly donned a jacket and began glassing.  We had only been within the boundaries of the huntable district for less than an hour at this point and mere minutes later we both looked to the North and saw a young bull elk and three cows standing in full view not more than 500 yards away just checking us out.  They watched us for but a few seconds and took off at a trot down valley.  Busted.  What a great way to start a four day hunting trip!

We kicked ourselves for not being supremely patient in glassing better prior to entering the drainage but the cold had caught up to us and we had never once thought we’d get into elk immediately upon arriving.  Lessons – hard lessons – learned.  I watched the elk effortlessly cover a couple miles of terrain and a thousand or more feet of elevation drop and gain in around 15 minutes.  What immense, powerful animals.  We made note of where they traveled and where they disappeared – back pocket information for our remaining time in this zone.

We made a plan to begin hunting down the valley slowly and cautiously.  We covered quite a bit of miles walking a few hundred meters apart from each other down the essentially trail-less valley (a fire had torched nearly all the timber and the lack of use of the trail made it only a scratch).  We had hoped that if one of us scared something up it would allow the other to get in a shot.  As the magic light of the evening cast alpenglow on the high peaks above us and dark became imminent we picked a spot, set up the tent, hung the bear rope, and got our grub on.

Hunting is a sport of mornings and evenings so an early rise is essential.  We woke at 0600, coffee’ed, ate, broke camp, and headed up the opposite wall of the drainage than we’d come down the previous day.  We had formulated a plan the night before and began the arduous climb up the burned hillside chock full of fallen timber.  Careful, micro route finding is essential in these situations to save yourself from a twisted ankle and fatigue but also to avoid making a racket that would undoubtedly spook up your prey.

After six hours of careful maneuvering interspersed with a few hour-long sessions of just sitting and glassing we came to an open meadow nestled between two heights of land and backed by the steep, North-facing canyon wall.  A small seep of water came up from the ground in the middle of the meadow, and distinct game trails and many animal tracks clearly denoted the presence of game in the area.  This area was exactly where the elk that we spooked the previous day had headed down into after I’d lost site of them as I watched from the high country.

The plan we had made while glassing lower down the hillside was to find a spot we thought might be a “honey hole” e.g. the potential hangout spot for game and to simply post up in comfortable positions with stellar firing angles for the remainder of the day and then set camp just before dark.  We each took up a position atop one of these heights of land, Justin covering one of the game trails and I covering one of the meadows, an side access game trail, and a steep downhill approach that showed lots of sign of elk and deer travel.  The next six hours were very zen-like as we could not see each other, nor talk to each other.  It was just each of us with our binocular, rifle, and our thoughts.  We both glassed the area adjacent to us as well as the cliffs and hillsides many, many miles distant.  Although no animals came into range we were both treated to our own delightful views of mountain goats on far away cliffs.  The two that I spotted I was able to watch on and off for over two hours as they made their way along a high cliff a few miles distant from me.

We set our camp, had our dinner and were asleep before 2100.  The previous night had dipped to 25 degrees F but tonight seemed to be off to a better start.  Justin was traveling alpine-style with only the backpanel of his pack for a sleeping mat and was looking forward to a slightly better night’s sleep.  I had the extra weight of a torso-sized inflatable mat on my back the entire weekend but it made up for any cold sleeping – – my least favorite thing to experience while backpacking.

Another six a.m. wake-up, coffee, and breakfast found us climbing to the top of a steep bench where we were treated to astounding views of essentially the entire basin we’d now been hunting for 36+ hours.  We posted up in two positions, me to glass the entire upper country of the basin and Justin to guard the area we’d just approached from in the event an animal came ambling up the hillside to the tasty browse on top of the bench.  I formulated a plan and ran it past Justin for how to spend the afternoon.  He concurred and suggested a few alternatives which jived well for both of us.  We would continue hunting the side of the canyon we were on until mid afternoon and then if nothing had transpired, head back over to the main canyon where the horse camps were to make a camp and then hunt for the morning prior to needing to head back out to civilization.

We very carefully picked our way down off the bench bumping from one patch of trees to another, glassing the next ahead as we went and always glassing the distance as far in any direction as we could see.  We spotted a very solid game trail in the distance which clearly marked the route from the high country down to the honey hole we’d camped at for any animals coming from the high country downvalley along this side of the canyon.  We jumped onto it and slowly made our way up canyon.  Midday was fast approaching and we’d not yet seen any critters so we moved with a bit more speed and stopped to glass less.  We did however maintain an attitude of stalking and did not give ourselves away any more than necessary.

After a glorious stop for lunch along a fresh, clear stream of water below a steep cliff I spotted two white rumps in a meadow ahead.  I put my hand up to motion to Justin behind me and carefully glassed around a conifer.  Two mule deer does were a hundred or so yards ahead of us.  These does were off limits in this district at this time so we didn’t bother with them and made our position known to them before continuing our creep uphill.  Moments later I put my binocular up to my eyes to glass the distant hillsides as I’d done hundreds of times previous and in my slow sweep my eyes landed on what I instantly thought were six elk and I immediately told Justin so.  I then lifted the binocular again and retracted my statement, clarifying that they were not elk, but muleys.  The animals were over a half mile away so identifying their sex took some very patient viewing through both the binocular and rifle scope.  After ten or so minutes I felt confident that at least three of them were male and we talked over the feasibility of a stalk from so far away on these animals known for being extremely attentive and jumpy.

I made one potential suggestion but it involved coming in from above the animals including a couple hundred yards of completely exposed terrain.  I had little to no confidence that this approach would work but I was very interested in making an attempt on these animals.  Taking a mule deer buck was an acceptable option for me as I planned for this trip.  Justin joined me on this trip with the intent to focus on hunting elk and wasn’t as interested in taking a mule deer. When I told him I would rather spend the remainder of the day making an attempt on one of these bucks than I would just moving over to the next canyon to find camp he wholeheartedly offered up a suggested approach to the stalk that I completely got behind.

We worked out a series of hand signals so that he could remain behind in a good position to glass the animals as I set off to cover the 1/2 mile and try to get within the range I feel comfortable shooting at, which is 200 yards.  My method was to use spotty vegetation and the topography of the land to keep myself as hidden from these incredibly attuned animals as I could.  This entire stalk was going to rely on the fact that it was approximately 1400 hours and it was highly likely that these animals were about to bed down in a thicket for an afternoon rest prior to their evening feeding session later.  If they did in fact bed, and I could spend the time while they were doing so getting into position I could then wait them out until they appeared from the scrub and into my sights.

I covered the 1/2 mile stealthily, dropped my pack in a thicket and began bear crawling with just the essentials.  I had put on an extra layer and drank some water in case I was in for a long wait, but otherwise only had my rifle, gloves, and earplugs along with me.  Continuing to try and keep either vegetation or small undulations of earth between me and the animals I was able to successfully get to the last remaining thicket of trees before an open space and the thicket that the animals had bedded down in before I set off to stalk.  I was now operating blind because I had not been able to keep an eye on them as I walked.  I carefully brought my binocular up to my eyes and almost as if on cue a buck stepped out, completely broadside to me and stared down canyon directly toward me.  I was well hidden and I was pretty certain he couldn’t see me but there was a wicked wind blowing across me and up and slightly to my right that was undoubtedly wafting my odors across his nose.  I had only just arrived at this spot and I had not yet had a chance to position my rife into a comfortable and stable shooting position so I was not yet ready to take a shot.  Once again, almost as if on cue as I lay there on my stomach cursing his timing he stepped back behind the thicket.

I took a deep breath and dug deep into my well of patience and told myself that good things can come to those who wait so I immediately set about positioning a small log in front of me and testing the steadiness of my rifle, adjusting my scope and going over the shooting regimen in my head as I waited.  I had arrived in position at 1500, only about one hour after first spotting the critters.  I could see three animals, all with between three and four points on one half their antlers milling about behind the thicket but not even remotely with enough clarity that I would consider taking a shot.  I simply had to wait and be patient.  I was blessed with this not taking too long however as only 15 or 30 minutes passed when the first animal’s head popped out from the trees.  And then just beyond him, another.  Neither had exposed their front shoulders – the aspect of the creatures needed to be visible to make a clean kill.  Then a third head appeared and I carefully examined each critter and decided on which I would take aim upon should they finally decide to walk out.  The first two came out into the complete open and began feeding and it was everything I could do to remain calm, breathing slowly, attempting to control my heart rate.  These minutes stretched on for what seemed like much longer until the buck I had my rifle leveled on stepped out.  He made one step, two steps, three steps, as I carefully tracked him in the crosshairs of my scope.  I took a slow, controlled, deep breath, exhaled, and triggered.

Commotion of course immediately ensued.  I was successful in following the buck as he jumped forward five or ten feet but then all five of the animals in the immediate vicinity became impossible for me to tell apart as they grouped up.  A rifle is incredibly loud and I am sure they were a bit stunned by whatever it was, but did not scatter, but rather simply all began walking away.  I had no way of knowing whether I had successfully hit the animal nor, if so, which of them it might be as they were now all walking away slowly.  I became overcome with doubt as I watched six animals all walking away.  One appeared to possibly be limping but I could not be certain whether this might have been from a bad shot by me or something altogether different.  I did not dare take a shot at this animal in case I had in fact dropped the one I was aiming at and that may be lying dead in the tall grass out of sight.  I took a few deep breaths and felt the adrenaline surging in my veins reminding me of the power contained in the act of taking another animal’s life.

My brain was on overdrive as I collected my rifle and quickly moved downhill to get my pack.  Justin had made double time up the hill upon hearing my rifle report and he appeared within minutes as I was beginning my journey to see if I hit or missed my mark.  Doubt weighed heavily on my mind as I knew I had seen six animals walk away and up toward the ridgeline but I was still incredibly amped regarding the entire stalk, wait, and ultimately the shot.  Justin later told me my eyes were very wide and I was talking a mile a minute.

We arrived at the location a few minutes later and as I had suspected, did not find an animal crumpled up in the dirt.  The shot I had taken was at the end of my comfortable shooting range of 200 yards, was along a steeply sloping uphill trajectory, and had a very strong cross breeze blowing left to right.  I told Justin of the deer that had the slight limp and that if in the event I had caused this injury I needed to be certain I could attempt to justify the situation so we set about tracking to look for blood.  We were successful in following the group of animals fresh tracks in the dirt for well over a quarter mile and we found not a single drop of blood so we both felt comfortable in putting a period at the end of the sentence that was a very powerful stalk on a beautiful group of mule deer bucks.

It was approaching 1700 at this point so as I began to come down off the high I was on from such an exhilarating although ultimately fruitless hunt we got back on track to make our way out of the drainage we had now completely hunted down and back up over 48 hours.  We made our way along the knife ridge to the popular, horse packer, ridden drainage to find the main trail we’d hiked in on with the tracks of around six horses to now be completely obliterated by what must have been many more strings of animals.  As we looked down valley I asked Justin how serious he was about making a camp and spending three hours the next morning hunting the upper end of a zone that had seen multiple groups of pack animals blasting through it.  We thoroughly talked it over and decided that if we had the whole next day it would be worth a try but since we didn’t we might as well make just start in on the seven mile hike out and three hour drive back home so that we could spend Sunday with loved ones.  We made half of the hike in the pitch black, deep in grizzly country so we turned on Justin’s iPhone and shared Alice’s Restaurant and a few other Arlo Guthrie tunes with any adjacent wildlife to let them know we meant no harm.  Boots to dirt and tires to the road we arrived home at 1230 am, sans meat, but chock full of spectacular scenery, company, and experience.

An Overnight in Yellowstone National Park

Our daughter was born in January and our hopes for the summer were to get out camping as many times as we could to let her experience sleeping outside the home as the regular way of the life in our family.  We managed to spend something like 20 nights in our pop up camper trailer and a couple nights in a tent but these were all in the front country and we had not yet taken her backpacking


Going out on a low mileage but true wilderness backpacking trip was something we really wanted to do before the snow fell this Fall so even though it was the season opener for rifle hunting I decided to push that back a week and we gathered our gear for a trip into Yellowstone National Park.


Torie had Mae on her back in our vintage Tough Traveler kid pack as well as as much other gear as would fit in the lower storage section. Subsequently I was responsible for everything else and as such I borrowed the Kuiu Icon from the gear library at work in the 5200 cu. in. (85 liter) size.


We chose a campsite in the Canyon area of the park which is my favorite. The incredibly steep, sulfur-strewn canyon walls that sweep majestically down into the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone River are about as impressive a site as I’ve seen anywhere. Our campsite was situated a few miles from “Artist Point” and the well-worn trail leading out to it followed the canyon rim closely for much of the journey.


We arrived at camp a few hours before sunset and with temperatures set to be near or below freezing overnight I immediately set about gathering and sawing wood for use in our tent wood stove.  Torie played with Mae while trying to get our sleeping gear set up as well so when night time did set in on us we’d have our shelter all set to go.


We cooked up a batch of couscous topped with a delicious pesto sauce served alongside sliced pepperoni and then washed it down with chocolate cookies and a few splashes of whiskey.  We brought along some organic pre-packaged food for Mae which, like pretty much everything we’ve ever fed her, she lapped up eagerly.


Nighttime falls early in these parts but I set about putting a warming fire into our little wood stove which is designed perfectly for our tipi (both are the awesome little cottage gear company, Titanium Goat).  Temperatures quickly reached the height of comfort and soon enough we were sitting around in short sleeves and no hat.


Mae awoke at around 2am giving a little cry and although she seemed plenty warm she was awake and not ready to fall immediately back to sleep.  I took the time to start up a new fire in the stove while Mom nursed our little one.  We stayed awake talking for about an hour until Mae was able to fall back asleep which lasted until 7:20 in the morning.


It was a brisk morning but a re-kindled fire in the wood stove followed by hot coffee and warm granola made for delightful times as the sun shone over the trees and onto the lake causing the ground frost and mist over the lake to simply sparkle.


We drove home at a leisurely pace taking the time to enjoy just how empty the park is at this time of year.  Some of the spots we stopped and enjoyed are typically buzzing with hundreds of tourists during the peak season and for us to be able to sit and enjoy a view for a solid 30 minutes while only seeing a handful of other people was really quite enjoyable.  Even the grizzly sightings we had to and from our trailhead had but a few cars stacked up at the site – something that in the summer could easily have turned into an hour-long traffic jam.  Not taking the simple pleasures of where you live for granted is a very important lesson, wouldn’t you say?


Superior Hiking Trail Thru Hike 2005

The following is the account of my 2005 thru hike of the Superior Hiking trail as told through photos and the daily journal I kept along the way.  I did the trip in lightweight, but not ultralight backpacking style (gear list). I hiked the SHT end-to-end between May 1st and May 15th, 2005.  The first eleven days I was solo and had no resupply, the remaining days I was joined (and resupplied) by my girlfriend at the time and her two dogs.    

If you are planning a Superior Hiking Trail thru-hike I highly suggest using trip reports like this as well as others to help plan your trip. Also join the Superior Hiking Trail mailing list as it is frequented by dedicated SHT hikers willing to impart copious wisdom regarding conditions, camping, water availability, re-supply, and more.


I grew up in Minnesota in a camping family but fell in love with backpacking in my late-twenties. I became quite a hiker and backpacker while working on a trail-maintenance crew in Glacier National Park, West Glacier, Montana. Spending so many days and nights in the backcountry gave me the realization that I could, without too much difficulty do an average length thru-hike.

I’d heard tell of the Superior Hiking Trail and had set my mind to hike it some time previous to my undertaking. I ordered an ancient copy of the Superior Hiking Trail Association’s guide to the trail from a used bookseller over the internet. I also ordered the official set of four maps from the SHTA themselves at the website. Gayle and the staff there are very helpful and willing to answer your questions over the phone.

Next I set out to create my itinerary so that my trip fell within the dates I had free to hike and so that my daily mileage would be within the bounds of my hiking abilities. I also had to tweak my usual gear list to be as lightweight as possible – leaving out all but the absolute essentials. Well, I admit I took a camera, a book and a pipe with me as well.

I planned my original itinerary and gave copies to my family and girlfriend so that they would have an idea of where I was each night. This was a basic template which I intended to follow, however, if I was feeling up to more hiking on a particular day then I allowed myself flexibility to change the itinerary as the trip went along. This did in fact happen. If you look at the original itinerary and compare it with the itinerary listed below you’ll see my trip went from the scheduled seventeen days down to an actual fifteen days. In my post evaluation of the hike I believe completion is possible in ten or eleven days. I guess it’s something to shoot for the next time I thru-hike the SHT.


Day One - South Carlson Pond
Day Two - Little Brule
Day Three - Woods Creek
Day Four - Cascade North
Day Five - Poplar East
Day Six - Springdale Creek
Day Seven - Sugar Loaf Pond
Day Eight - Sonju Lake
Day Nine - Section 13
Day Ten - Bear Lake
Day Eleven - Beaver River
Day Twelve - ???
Day Thirteen - Blueberry Hill
Day Fourteen - Crow Valley


Photo: Signing the entry trail register as my mom looks on.

Sunday May 1st

Had hugs with Mom and Dad as well as some photos. Signed trail register and read some past entries including one by Andrew Skurka (hiking from the Atlantic to Pacific).

Looking over Jackson Lake. Stopped for first rest. First 2.5 mi of trail was mucky but still very hikeable. Spotty snow just past Andy Lake Rd on way up to “Highest Point on SHT”. So far very happy w/ trail signage and elements (i.e. bridges, corduroy, etc).

Met Scott and Al from Duluth and Burnsville doing clearing w/ their 21” Husqvarna.


Photo: “Hellacious Overlook”.

Exquisite first view of the lake. Weather can’t decide sun or snow. It’s graupelling but I’m warm. This view/weather combined is georgeous.

Can see a couple homes below me as I look over the lake. Would love to live there.


Photo:Beaver Dam at South Carlson Pond

10:11 – 17:20
Step Count – 32272

Monday, May 2nd

Woke up to a light dusting of snow and pretty chilly temps. Slept well, not too cold. Think it’s time to break camp and get some blood pumpin’ though.

Gear is packed, my clothes/boots have some warmth in them. I think I’ll hike an hour or two then stop and eat.

Rounding a slight corner and ascending the top of a knob a crackle of branches and leaves directs my eyes down trail 50 meters where a moose gallops away from me!

First whitetail bounching across an old private clearcut.


Photo: Private land sign just before Camp Road 20


Photo: Devil’s Kettle Falls.

They say the water that flows into the hole on the left disappears without a trace.

Had a nice chat on phone with pa. Tried to reach Heather but she wasn’t home : (

That was one hell of a day. I woke up very sore and with two bad blisters. I was in pain hiking the whole day. I will survive. I will survive. I will survive.


Photo: Self portrait at North Lil’ Brule River camp after hell hike of day two.

I’m relaxed, smoking a pipe and reveling in the beauty all around me – – what I came to see.

07:15 – 17:30
Step Count – Unknown

Tuesday, May 3rd

Awoke an hour or so ago and put my boots into my sleeping bad with me to get them warm. Had done same thing with water earlier. Tight fit and was shivering a bit. Bag is cinched all the way. Laid awake for a little bit and decided to get up.

Camp is struck and I’m about three minutes from heading out. One more set of stretches and I’m off.

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Sketch: Beautiful bridge over Little Brule

I’ve arrived at the lake . . . pause a moment in awe . . . It’s the largest lake in the world, yet it’s ability to be so serene and provide this overwhelming sense of calm is amazing. My photo of the lake as the background, and island as the middle ground and a SHT marker sign in the foreground won’t come close to capturing this sense, this mystical feeling. In the end I hope ma nature wins.


Photo: Shoreline looking South about .5 miles North of West end of Lake Walk.

Just made my first mistake. Saw trail sign but didn’t see second one.

Make a wish, right? Here’s hoping Heather is safe and happy. I love you. Stoppin’ for a bite to eat and a rest. Kadunce River is probably less than a mile away but I was feelin’ more like stoppin’ in a “faerie” place like this one. As I sat down I heard a large animal crash away through the brush. I wonder what it was?

Signing registry at Kadunce couldn’t help but notice entry by “J.V.” about kayaking cascade on 4.23.05. Is this Heather’s friend?


Photo: West Fork of Kadunce River

Haulin’ ass again. This is the Sam I know. The Sam who loves to hike and can push past a little pain. Yesterday was really hard on my soul. I was in pain from mile one through mile sixteen. Blisters, sore (AS HELL!!!) knees, the works. This morning I fashioned a couple hiking poles out of some medium sized pieces of downed birch and BOY! am I amazed at how much it’s helping – – especially on the downhills.


Photo: Just bones and hair – winter’s kill on the trail.

I’m beat, but only have 1.5 mi to go today. I have reached the prettiest vista thus far. Wildflower Hill affords a 180 degree panorama of the lake in all it’s stunning glory. To witness the sunrise from here would be a cathartic experience to draw pondering from for years to come.

Arrival at Woods Creek camp. I’m fucking spent.


Photo: Wildflower Hill.

07:15 – 17:00
Step Count – 33279

Wednesday, May 4th

Awoke a little before 05:30 this morning thought I was packing fast but still wasn’t out of camp until 06:45. Stopped for a drink and read trail signs / consult map at County Road 50 parking area. Eighteen miles to go. Let’s get ‘er done!

Stopping for breakfast. Climbing southwest along Devil’s Track Canyon’s West side. Aside from the lake this is the most imposing natural feature I’ve encountered. The trail balances mere inches alongside hundred plus foot drops to the rocks and water below.

Devil Track River East camp looks totally stellar. The bridge that follows shortly after is quite a sight also.

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Sketch: A-Frame bridge at Devil’s Track Canyon.

I think I should move to Grand Marais someday. While overlooking the town, reading an informational sign I learned:

Lake Superior:

  • Largest freshwater lake by surface area
  • 10% of world’s fresh water
  • 1333’ deep at deepest point
  • Average temperature 40 degrees F
  • Kitchi-gumi

Some other areas to research and someday explore:

  • Ouimet Canyon Provincial Park
  • Sleeping Giant Provincial Park
  • Pukaskwa National Park
  • Lake Superior Provincial Park
  • Michipicoten Island Provincial Park
  • Isle Royale National Park

The boardwalk across Sundling Creek runs across a beaver dam. Don’t know if it’s always in a rough of shape as now, but I’ll say it’s proper fucked!

Crossing Sundling Creek was the most adventurous section of the SHT so far. Before I crossed, as I stood on the other side and looked at the shambles of a one and two plank walkway I couldn’t see the whole thing. Parts of it have slumped over and as I glanced at it I wondered if I’d be taking my boots and pants off and going for a wade across the beaver pond. If it was 10 degrees warmer I’d certainly be going swimming in this lovely place. But instead I think I’ll sit a spell and partake in a pipe. All is well in my world.

How delightful I chose to spend time in this place. Perched on the bank of the pond I was made privy to a swiftly swimming beaver as s/he made his/her way across from the dam upstream.

Arrived at camp at around 17:00 – well before I predicted. I got a bit caught up about a half hour out. I ran into another hiker (only the sixth I’ve seen). His name was Greg and he lives near St. Cloud. He comes out this way in the spring and fall to avoid bugs and crowds. We had a nice chat about hiking. It was very pleasant to converse for more than three words.

06:44 – 17:15
Step Count – 37886

Thursday, May 5th

Damn that’s a lot of “fives” (05.05.05, 05:00)! After much deliberation Ive decided my stove needs much repair. I monkied with the damn thing for over a half hour and am now finally boiling water for some oatmeal. Shorter day today though so should be OK.


Photo: There’s even some graffiti along the SHT!


Photo: Cascade Falls

I’ve arrived at a place I remember so well, even though having visited it only once before in my pre-teens. I remember it because it has always been in my head as one of the most beautiful places on earth. I didn’t know for certain if the SHT would cross this place or not for I only remembered what it looked like, not what it was called. As I sit and reminisce from Lookout Mountain in Cascade State Park I remember thinking as a youth that if I ever got married, it would be in a place like this. I would love to sit here for hours but thunderheads are rollin’ in so I’m rollin’ out.

Arrival at East Poplar River camp.

08:00 – 18:00
Step Count – 40839


Friday, May 6th

Travel a road and you travel through the landscape. Travel a trail and you travel with the landscape.


Photo:A wonderful set of rock steps near Lutsen.

Atop Moose Mountain I came across a sawn log with a metal placard bolted into it with the words, “Now this is a tree with a story to tell, May 8th, 1990”. What does that mean do you suppose?

A warm wind is blowing. I hung up my pack and hiked up to a little overlook by the name of Cedar. It provides an exquisite view of the Lake as well as Leveaux and Oberg Mountains off to the left. After yesterdays power hike through the pouring rain, today’s sunny stroll is welcomed with open arms.

Arrived at Springdale Creek camp before 16:00 – yeah! I’m going to get some much deserved sitting-around-time this afternoon. I hiked three extra miles yesterday and I’m SO happy about it now!

07:40 – 15:38
Step Count – 24900

Saturday, May 7th

Got up at 04:00 this morning so I could hike Britton Peak for the sunrise. Got hear about ten minutes ago and sun was still behind far off hill. It just rose moments ago. It was quite stunning. Would’ve liked to have seen it from Carlton Peak because it rises over the lake.


Photo: Self Portrait from atop Carlton Peak

Temperance River State Park. The river gorge is almost a slot canyon. There is one point where the opposing walls are only about six or seven feet apart. I’m sure many a daring punk kid has leaped it. However, its almost certain death by waterfall below.

Chatted with Jeremy, he knows Nate Schuler on GNP Trails.

Had a nice chat with Keith from Maple Grove. He was doing three days from Caribou Wayside to Lutsen.

Saw two female backpackers and said hi. They seemed awfully rushed.


Photo: An elegant bird. A grouse perhaps?

Having just finished a lovely supper of garlic veggie rice noodles, dehydrated split pea soup and rice I was looking over tomorrow’s trail data when a lively whitetail deer ran straight through camp. What a joy. Sugar Loaf Pond camp.

05:42 – 02:56
Step Count – 41000

Sunday, May 8th

Awake at 05:30 after night of rain. Lazy-ish morning cooking oatmeal and packing gear.

On the trail. GRD for eighteen miles!


Photo: SHT covered bridge

East Baptism River camp. Latrine needs relocation for rain/spring melt has completely flooded into and around pit. Possible consideration of completely moving camp might be necessary.


Photo: Ducks on Sonju Lake.

Well, I’m halfway done and I’m still feeling good. It seems that a lot of pain I was suffering at first has gone away – - but I still get sore. Today I wasn’t even all that exhausted as I got to camp and it was an eighteen mile day. I will forever look at ten mile days as cakewalks I think. I wonder what this journey will do for my body, mind and personna after I leave the woods? Speaking of leaving I have found myself dreaming about taking Heather to Pizza Luce on Sunday night when we get out : )

All the domestics are done around camp and I’ve come down by the lake to sit on the lovely little dock here. The sun hangs in the sky, lazy. The choir of creatures surrounding me don’t mind me being here and have just struck up a tune. A choir with tens of thousands of players, no composer and no sheet music. A jazz combo of epic proportions. The first few mosquitos of the summer buzz solo parts in my ear. They are huge.

08:00 – 16:15
Step Count – 37120

Monday, May 9th

09:15 – 03:15
Step Count – 28500

Tuesday, May 10th

The sun is peeking through the clouds, I’ve cooked oatmeal, packed my gear and just waved goodbye to my – can you believe it – campsite partners! Jim and Laura from Mpls. Jim’s a librarian and Laura will be attending grad school for environmental policy.


Photo: Self portrait from vista in Section 13 area

Just climbed “The Drainpipe” – by far the most technical section of the SHT. It was 150’ all-fours climb through a narrow chute of rock. While resting atop it I met Amanda and Jay who happen to be thru-hiking also! They were on day four of eighteen, up from Mankato for adventure.


Photo: Trail moving through giant boulders along Sawmill Dome ridge.

Just summited Mount Trudee and the views are breathtaking. Three lakes to the North, the Lake to the East and the Sawtooth’s and other hills all around. The landscape is slightly speckled with civilization but it adds a feeling of reality to an otherwise pristine setting.


Photo: High Falls at Tettegouche State Park from below.


Photo: Beautiful rock steps prior to Bear Lake

I’ve just sharpened my pencil. w00t!

When I set out to make this journey – wait, let me rephrase that. When I first got the idea in my head to do this thing, this incredibly intense and taxing event in physical and mental stability and reliability I had it all figured out. Just go out there with the right stuff and get ‘er done. Nice and simple, 1, 2, 3. Ponder now these past days as I solo hike upon the shared ground of two great ecosystems of how in-tune with self and nature one can become if they let go of worry and face hardship and discomfort head on. A tough skin and steady nerves joining in a duet with the environment around you. Wow…words.


Photo: Reclining in the evening after all the chores are done at Bear Lake camp.

07:10 – 16:35
Step Count – 32297

Wednesday, May 11th

Reset the alarm twice this morning because I just felt like sleeping a bit. Ended up getting up at 06:30. Got on the trail about 07:30ish. Trucked along, stopping for a minute to gander at beautiful view down onto Bean Lake. Found my way into Silver Bay and asked a jogger where to find a pay phone. Turns out it was where I am now, “The Lounge” bar. Made my call and then ordered a nice glass of Leinenkugels. Ahh, it’s relaxing. Sitting here with a couple locals, sippin’ a brew at ten in the morning. Took a nice sink shower and will roll over to the grocery store for a bit of eats before setting off to find Heather.


Photo: Bean Lake

00:00 – 00:00
Step Count – Unknown

Thursday, May 12th

So glad to be with Heather again. Her, Tasha, Lily and I did an easy seven miles today.


Photo: Heather and Tasha


Photo: Heather posed with dogs with Lake in background.

10:00 – 03:45
Step Count – 18000

Friday, May 13th

It was an overcast and chilly day with lots of swamp walking. Some nice looks down into Split Rock River gorge though. Afternoon provided us a nice cliff to sit on and stare out over the birch covered landscape. We’re constantly surrounded by the sound of traffic now, but all is still very tranquil. Tomorrow we’ll hit Gooseberry pretty early and then hopefully hike on to Crow Creek Vista. Sunday will be the last leg of the trip. It will be eerie setting foot into an automobile again, but I’m ready for a little pampering I think. It’s been so nice having Heather and the dogs around – it has and will make the last days seem like a new, fresh set of miles.


Photo: Heather and Tasha near Split Rock River.

09:00 – 16:34
Step Count – 15000

Saturday, May 14th

Had some nice words with Dave and his son Travis who shared camp with us last evening. Hit the trail and warmed up at Gooseberry interpretive center. Short walk along river then set up stove for lunch beside some rapids. Seven miles of hiking and we’re at Crow Valley camp. Still wet and shitty out so we cooked under the vestibule and are just laying around until we fall asleep.

09:37 – 17:45
Step Count – 15000

Sunday, May 15th


Photo: A sigh of relief over completing the Superior Hiking Trail.


09:00 – 14:04
Step Count – 14467

A gallery of all the photos from this trip is located here.

An approximation of the gear I carried is located here.


Boulder Pass Loop – Glacier National Park – 2004

In September 2004 I was living in West Glacier, Montana and invited a group of college buddies out to meet up for our semi-annual backpacking trip.  On this go-round we opted for the exceptional Boulder Pass loop in the northwest corner of Glacier National Park.

Eric, Mark, Mike and I acquired permits for Bowman Lake, Hole-in-the-Wall, Boulder Pass and Kintla Lake in the North Fork region of the park for the opportunity to show some flatlanders just why that part of the country is called the Crown of the Continent presented itself excellently.

Below are a sampling of the photos from the trip.  The full gallery can be viewed here.



















Rock Creek – Crazy Mountains, Montana

The Crazy Range is a seldom visited range located in Southwest Montana between Billings and Bozeman. Geographically it is very distinct in that it is not interconnected with other ranges but instead stands alone. From the high peaks within its borders a view to the West is the sea of mountains that form the Rockies but turning East the view is of the seemingly endless American Plains.

I have explored into the Crazies but a scant few times and all within the SE corner (closest to my home). Getting there puts you on long stretches of gravel roads and it is very much located in the “real Montana” – more rancher than recreationalist. Our plan this summer was to check out at least a couple new zones so I put a trip into the Rock Creek drainage on our calendar.


The trail is a popular hunting access in the fall given the somewhat limited public access of the Crazies compared to the quality of game. It is also more popular to dirt bikes than backpackers and we encountered a few riders on our hike in. The trail is very, very rocky and we were pretty amazed at the kind of skill level required to navigate this trail behind the throttle.


The trail crosses a chunk of private land and in this section we had the exquisite opportunity of spotting a beautiful cinnamon-colored bear that I believe was a grizzly about a hundred yards off the trail. The bear was more interested in clawing apart logs probably in search of an insect snack than us but it did acknowledge our presence and we didn’t hang around too particularly long. After a short stint on a private road the trail crosses the swiftly-flowing Rock Creek and winds it’s way up the waterway. The valley is long and generally flat, only beginning to gain the major elevation to it’s headwaters in the very last few miles.


The climb is steep and the trail is faint due to the lack of motorbikes wishing to attempt this section and the otherwise low number of visitors. Faint trails are some of my favorites and it brings a sense of focus to an on-trail hike that can otherwise be lacking. We gained the top of this climb and although it was already August we were instantly transported into what is only early Spring in the alpine. Huge snowfields covered the landscape and in the sections that were melting the wildflowers popped with the brilliant color of fireworks.

A magnificent waterfall flowed out the headwaters and the creek ran rampant in braids over the lush and budding landscape. The actual headwaters up around the lake was more than likely a barren rocky expanse sans firewood and soft camping so we opted to pitch the tent here – knowing that we would fall asleep to the soothing rush of the water as it fell from the waterfall and moved swiftly past us in the creek.


A light rain began to fall so the shelter went up quickly as Torie inflated her sleeping mat for a quick nap. I took the opportunity to don my rainjacket, collect some firewood to keep dry under some trees and to photograph the waning alpenglow light as it twinkled behind the raindrops. The photos I’m sharing here today were some of the most brilliant color-wise I took all summer long. Not expecting the rain shower to last too long I prepared a warming fire for when Torie awoke and we wished to have dinner.

We enjoyed the evening, the stars coming out with absolute brilliance in a landscape completely devoid of artificial light. We slept comfortably and after a pleasant breakfast and coffee we picked our way back down the steep trail. On the way out along the creek we lingered in the swift ford to soothe our hot feet and upon reaching the highway and heading into Livingston we filled our bellies with requisite Mark’s In-and-Out burgers, fries, and malts. Another awesome Montana wilderness weekend was in the books.

Memories of a Fun Trip with Mike C!

Turn back the clock to August 2011. I was recently unemployed and couldn’t decide between hiking the CDT from Glacier to Yellowstone or spending a few weeks in the beautiful lake country of Northern Michigan where my girlfriend was stationed for the summer so I decided to pick a little bit of both before putting my nose to the grindstone to find another job.

I found an airline ticket out of Salt Lake City back to Michigan and planned my trip south from Bozeman. I planned to do a couple things between here and there in order to appease my hiking desires prior to spending quality time on Lake Michigan. I signed up for a Continental Divide Trail Alliance (read my Sep. 2011 trip report) volunteer trail building session in the Lionhead area of Gallatin National Forest. We spent a few days digging tread, re-building a failing culvert, and trimming overhead vegetation during the day and eating excellent grub and enjoying cold ones in the evening. I highly recommend a CDT or other volunteer project as it gets you to some beautiful country and gives you the opportunity to give back to the organizations that maintain the trails we know and love.

Conveniently located between my volunteering session outside of Yellowstone and the airport I was making my way toward in Salt Lake City is a sleepy little burg on the quiet Western front of the Tetons – Driggs, ID. Infamous “lighten up” NOLS instructor, graphic artist, and all around good guy Mike Clelland spends his days here and I pinged him on my way down to see if he’d be into an ultralight 24 hour jaunt up into the hills outside his home. I arrived in the afternoon and we threw together some grub and gear and drove a short little distance to one of Mike’s favorite trailheads just up the road from his house.



Mike and I instructed a few sessions of the Backpacking Light Wilderness Trekking School together in ’09 and I hadn’t seen him much since, nor gone camping with him. What a great time it was practicing what we preached purely for the enjoyment of the sport we loved. We packed really light with no shelters as the weather up near the Teton Crest was expected to be precip-free. We connected a couple trails together with a little off-trail jaunt with some of the finest craggy views the lower 48 has to offer. Our super light sleeping bags were enough to keep us warm until just a bit before dawn so we awoke from our sleep atop a large expanse of rock long before the sun crept up over the Grand Teton and high tailed it back down to the valley. Mike to get back to his freelance work and me to hit the road to SLC.



Michigan ended up being a total blast and a few years later I made that gal I was visiting my wife – so a trip there was well worth it!

A Successful and Rewarding Season of Hunting

My grandfather hunted deer before I was old enough to fully grasp the concept but it was not an activity that my family practiced into my childhood.   My father would take my brother and I to the sandpit to target practice with the family .22 so shooting at pop cans was about the extent of my hunting career until this fall.


My wife and I are now homeowners and in our backyard we’ve created a nice series of vegetable gardens. We participate in a community supported agriculture (CSA) program, and make a concerted effort to put healthy, local, and responsible eating choices at the forefront of our life.  My wife is far more a green thumb than I so I felt that being able to bring locally harvested meat to our table would be a worthy addition to our food needs.



I began my research early in the year, focusing first on educating myself about hunting rifles, ammunition, and hunting-specific gear.  I opted for a .308 caliber Tikka T3 rifle mounted with a Leupold Vx-2 3-9×40 scope on Warne rings.  For the rifle I fashioned a DIY sling and set out on multiple camping trips and a visit to the local range to sight it in at 100 yards.  I purchased a few hundred rounds of high quality surplus ammo and put a few dozen rounds down range in order to become proficient in it’s use and familiarize myself to it so using it would not be strange to me when it came time to get serious.



With new gear choices complete I set out to modify my North Face MG55 backpacking pack (a staple of my GNP trail crew days when 50lb. loads were not uncommon). It has a comfortable hip belt and shoulder straps, two aluminum stays, and with only a few hours of work I was able to cut off the pack bag, add a load shelf and a series of 1″ straps and buckles to accommodate both camping gear (inside drybags) as well as upwards a large amount of animal weight (I tested the pack up to 90 lbs).  On the front I employed a Hill People Gear Kit Bag which provides quick access to my binocular, energy bars, and other sundries.


The general rifle season isn’t until late Fall in Montana but I began spending weekends in possible hunting locations a month early trying to get a feel for where the deer live and possible spots I could get goods shots. I obviously love camping so these scouting trips were fun backpacking trips in gorgeous country that could hardly be considered work. On the side I was watching online videos teaching myself about field dressing animals, and reading up on advice from backcountry and frontcountry hunters alike.



The season opener finally arrived and I headed to a section of woods very close to my home in hopes that I would be able to harvest a truly local animal. I hiked the five miles to my selected spot after dark and upon arrival laid out my bivy, set my alarm for a pre-dawn wake-up and went to sleep. I was awake and in position 45 minutes prior to sunrise (the season officially opens 30 minutes prior to sunup). I spent the entire morning and early afternoon posted in a single location which I thought would be a good pass-through area for critters moving from one drainage to another. Unfortunately I saw only one creature that day and it was a fellow orange and camo-clad hunter. I moved down into one of the drainages late in the afternoon, found a very prominent game trail and a watering hole and posted myself up to sit for a few hours until sunset. Once again, I saw nothing. The story repeated itself the next morning as I sat at the same spot from the previous evening and then hunted my way down this trail-less valley slowly and quietly back toward my truck.




The following weekend I decided to head about 35 miles from town to another zone I had thoroughly researched through aerial photography. This location would allow me to drive my truck to within a mile of the creek and its surrounding hillside that I wished to hunt. This location allowed me to use my truck camping setup which is very comfortable but still required a couple miles walking to the zone, up the creek, and then back to the vehicle. Once again I was skunked for the whole weekend not even seeing a single animal.


I went out four weekends in a row only taking an evening or morning off here and there. Camping out most nights and trying to hunt as many of the dawn and dusk sessions as I could. Over the course of the entire season I consumed around 25 gallons of gasoline in traveling to various zones and I was beginning to feel like that kind of consumption didn’t add up to my goal for this activity to represent sustainable eating.



I had decided to return my focus to the zone close to my home for the remaining weekend of the season I didn’t already have scheduled with holiday commitments and begin heading there for evening and dawn sessions, returning home overnight. By this time of year sunset and sunrise are so far apart that camping requires you sit in the dark from five in the afternoon until nearly eight in the morning so I decided to my time was better spent at home.


I decided to hit the zone for a dusk session on a Friday after work. I had cut out a couple hours early and by 3:30pm I was in the woods, on my knee, rifle up to my eye with a spike whitetail buck in my sights at well under a 100 yards out. He was small-ish and although this was the first legal buck I’d seen in all my hunting so far I hesitated very shortly.   Short enough to give pause think about what it meant to kill him, but long enough for him to get behind enough trees and begin walking away from me out of sight and out of range. I spent the next 24 hours pondering this decision and whether I had made the right choice.



It began to snow on my hike out of the woods that evening and I wondered whether my season would end that week without a critter in our freezer. I came back at dawn the following morning and posted myself in a position where I expected the little guy I had seen the night before would come back up and out of the lowlands. Sure enough, about 15 minutes after sun-up he appeared 300 yards across the logging clear cut I was stationed at. He was outside the distance I was comfortable successfully targeting and shooting so I just watched him follow a game trail up and over a ridge and then I set out to stalk him just for the thrill of it – not really expecting to find him.


“Because I choose to eat meat, I assume responsibility for acquiring it, rather than entrusting it to proxy executioners, processors, packagers, and distributors.” – Steven Rinella


I had followed his trail for a ways before losing it and then followed some new game trails I’d not seen before – not one to miss out on an opportunity for a new place to explore. I slowly hunted my way down these trails, back along the logging roads and then the final trail to my truck. The weekend was over and the following weekend was Thanksgiving. With friends from out of town arriving Wednesday night my days off from work were over and I braced myself that my first hunting season was about to close and I without a successful harvest.



I simply couldn’t give up just yet and I phoned my boss on Monday night requesting if he’d mind if I came in a few hours late on Tuesday. He agreed and I hit what I’d decided was the sweet spot to intersect one last time with the Whitetail Spike I’d now seen twice. I took what I’d learned in seeing him the first two times and posted myself up at sunrise in a clearing that I hoped was his exact route of travel for that morning.


At 8:15am I was glassing a clearcut when out of the corner of my eye I spotted movement. I quietly backed off the rifle safety, reminded myself to slow my breathing, brought the weapon and scope to my eye and began to follow him in my sights keeping target on the zone just behind his left shoulder. I was sitting atop a small knoll and he walked into the draw below me, out of sight for a few minutes. I worried he would walk up the hill toward me – scare, and run off. Instead, thankfully, he took to the opposite bank. The wind was in my favor and I sat still – scope affixed at the correct level – but he was facing away from me and not broadside – no good for a successful shot. He next turned to his left but at the same time put his shoulders behind a tree while he nibbled at brush. My heart was pounding but I was practicing a controlled breath and the scope was not shaking. I knew the time was imminent, that I would kill this animal and that he would provide my family a bounty for the coming year.




He took one step forward, exposing his sides from behind the tree and I did not hesitate. I waited only an instant for my brain to register that where my scope was aimed on his body was in fact the kill zone and I gently squeezed the trigger. His reaction was instantaneous as the bullet connected with him. He spun 180 degrees and bolted very quickly. I chambered another round just in case as I carefully watched where he went until I could no longer see his tail as it disappeared over a slight rise into some trees. Gathering my pack I put the rifle back on safe and proceeded to the point where the bullet had connected with him to begin tracking.  I fretfully hoped I had fired a killing shot that would end his life quickly and with little pain.



His tracks were easy to spot where he had been standing a few minutes previous. I followed them only a short distance and then began to spot blood. Following these spots and his tracks for only ten or 15 minutes I came upon him in a shrubby area about 200 meters from where I’d shot him.


I stood looking at him for a minute, in awe of the awesome power behind taking a life. But at the same time, I stood without guilt. I had thought over this subject for many months, what it means to kill and that as a meat eater it is not only a perfectly acceptable thing to do but also one of the few ways to be able to do so in good conscience.


To hunt and butcher an animal is to recognize that meat is not some abstract form of protein that springs into existence tightly wrapped in cellophane and styrofoam. – Lily Raff McCaulou


I laid my hand on his chest, thanked him for what he had done for me, his hide still warm under my un-gloved palm. A slight rain has started to fall and it shook me from my awe and I put on my game face. I gathered my equipment, reviewed in my head the steps I would now need to perform the gutless method on my harvest and set to work.


It took me significantly longer than I expected for the overall process. I had fired my rifle at approximately 8:15am, had him on the ground and tracked by 8:30, but did not have my game bags full and my bounty loaded onto my backpack until 11:45am. I began the two mile hike out of the woods. My best estimation is that the meat, bones, head, plus my gear, pack, and rifle weighed between 60 and 70 lbs.  The going was slow on the icy and snowy ground and the two miles took me around a hour to cover.



The hunt complete there was still much work to be done. I packed the meat bags into my fridge at home and got to my job to finish out the work day. Afterwards, I hurried home and prepared our kitchen for more work. That night, as well as the next, and then one more afternoon a few days later my wife and I, as well as a friend helped prepare and clean both steak meat and the rest of the meat we’d grind into burger. The second night after the hunt I grilled four small bacon-wrapped backstrap steaks and my wife prepared roast broccoli and baked sweet potato. It was one of the most powerful meals of my life and I savored every bite of it.



A friend of a friend has a heavy-duty 220 amp meat grinder and I reserved a slot yesterday afternoon to grind up the majority of the meat into burger. The process took just shy of two hours from arrival to having everything wrapped and taped in butcher paper. Tonight I will invite the friends who helped with the cleaning over for dinner and we will savor plates of venison tacos.


The consumable costs:
$8 conservation license
$16 deer license
$87 gasoline

The rewards:
8 lbs. steak meat
25.25 lbs. burger meat

Cost/benefit analysis:
$111.00 / 33.25 lbs. meat = $3.33/lb


The Onset of Winter in the Mountains

Hiking into the mountains can be compared to going forward in time.  As you gain elevation into the hills it is like moving forward in the season.  Lower pressures and colder temperatures bring an earlier onset of each season and in mid-October it is not uncommon to fall asleep in autumn and wake up in winter.  Such was the case this past weekend at a high alpine camp I made on the East side of the Gallatin Range.



I am prepping for the upcoming deer hunting season and in keeping with due diligence I have been scouting possible zones where I hope to be successful in my hunt. I opted to gain a high alpine ridge via a trail, then make my way off the trail along the ridgeline to provide me a view to glass into multiple adjacent basins. I camped on a narrow, flat section of this ridgeline below a beautiful rocky peak. Although windy, if I had not researched the weather forecast the onslaught of snow that was to come could have been a near total surprise.




I arrived in the late afternoon, draped myself in my woobie and poncho atop my foam sit pad with snacks, water, and binocular to glass the basins below. Unfortunately into the lens appeared two other groups of hunters and no wildlife. The wind picked up so excessively that I quit glassing as the light faded and set about cutting enough firewood to warm me until darkness and a reasonable bedtime.



Mashed potatoes and a few slugs of bourbon in my belly, the dying embers of the fire, and the first flakes of falling snow pushed me into the warmth of my sleeping quilt inside my shelter. I had brought a snow-load worthy shelter but little did I know what kind of pummeling my ridgetop camp was to bring that night. The snow came in hard and the wind maintained itself until well into the night. I awoke many times to re-adjust a blown out tent stake and the trekking poles which hold up the shelters roof. The snow was still falling when I awoke before dawn with the intent to continue glassing for wildlife. The shelter walls sagged and caved but the roof remained strong.



When dawn broke the visibility outside was such that glassing from the ridge was not going to provide results so I struck camp and decided to hike out via an offtrail route following the ridge I was on to see what sign of animal I could find while making my way back to the truck.



The country I traveled through exquisite. The fresh blanket of nearly a foot of snow hung heavy on the flora and the quietness that comes with such a blanket was silence that is music to my ears. I walked, tripped, slipped, and gracefully glissaded my way downhill keeping a keen eye out for critters.



Although my goal was to spot deer on this journey I did not come across any of the species and I may cross it off my list of places to consider coming for a hunt. I did have the glorious treat of coming across a large cow moose standing in a boggy section of the lowlands as I reached the valley bottom off the ridge. She turned and looked at me for a few seconds and nonchalantly walked away behind some trees and then up and off trail into the woods. I am always in awe when I have the chance to view these magnificent creatures.


The hunt continues.



Fifty Miles on the Pitchstone Plateau and along the Bechler River


A trip in the Bechler region of Yellowstone National Park has been on my bucket list for years.  I secured a permit encompassing a vast chunk of the SW corner of the park.  My itinerary was to traverse the Pitchstone Plateau, then head westward to the Bechler River Valley, following it northward to my end point in the Old Faithful geyser basin.  This would allow me to experience three vastly different ecosystems, camping one night in each.


I experienced beautiful moonrises, glorious sunrises, sunny afternoons, a seemingly endless thirty-six hours of continuous rain, mile after mile of both grassy savannah walking as well as mud and bog walking, a spectacular soak in one of the best backcountry hotsprings known to humankind, and hours of solo introspection and enjoyment.  The journey through this section of YNP is well worth a visit for someone looking to walk an all-trail route that has just enough an element of navigation and route finding challenge to keep things interesting but is still moderate enough to allow your thoughts to wander without consequence.


The route crosses numerous springs, streams, and rivers so water consumption planning is simple.  I inquired locally and with respected and trusted individuals regarding the fishing potential and fly choices.  I cast my line into three separate stream/river systems, each containing different species and although my luck and skill (lack of?) didn’t pan out, the joy and meditative qualities of tenkara fishing made the extra six ounces of gear well worth it.


Logistically the trip worked out exceptionally.  I left my car at the Pitchstone trailhead, hiked the loop, and grabbed an instantaneous hitchhike with an off duty park employee all the way back to my car at trip’s end.  Bike shuttling along the busy park roads is an option as well but would require planning a morning start to allow for the extra hours needed.  Hitchhiking can be a gamble but in this instance paid off exceptionally.


I decided to photograph the journey through wide shots of the landscape, trying to capture the essence of the different spaces I visited.  From the wide open, grassy savannah of the Pitchstone Plateau, to the woody and wet valleys of Mountain Ash Creek, to the boggy, misty and steamy Bechler River Valley, all zones had a unique character that was constantly bringing a smile to my face.