Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Michelle's Final Post

Jumping for joy

Into the unknown


Sunset through trees

Driving from Manning to Seattle in the back of Spiff’s dad’s Suburban, all I could think of was how I much I wanted to keep hiking. Now that I’ve read some other journals from hiker friends who finished during the week after we did, I sure felt lucky that we got to end our hike when the weather was still perfect. Nights were cold but the days were sunny and right for savoring. The wilderness seems benign, free, supportive, until the weather turns wet and cold or you get sick or injured. Then it can feel scary, dangerous, mean. Civilization smooths the bumps out of the wild. It's magical to be able to spend time out there; it's comforting to be able to come back to shelter and food and family. 

Now the inertia of civilization has kicked in again and I’m content to lounge about the house and maybe venture outside for 45 minutes of jogging. Elatedly, the east is still beautiful. The trees are colored with shades of fire, the weather is damp but mild, and the energetic wind picks up leaves to send them whirling. I guess part of me worried that, after being immersed in the majestic pacific crest for so long, subtler eastern landscapes would have lost their beauty. Nope – it’s more beautiful than ever here. Instead of feeling jaded, I’m appreciative of differences in flora and topography. 

One PCT night I dreamed of how I would feel when I finished hiking. I traveled through the world by leaping and bounding everywhere, with superhuman strength and energy. I feel the teensiest bit like that when I go running now, but my lungs also start aching. Apparently they were so coddled by western wilderness air that they aren’t too happy about breathing industrial eastern air any more. Hopefully they adapt. My feet too have changed. They’re a bit longer and feel toe squeezed by previously comfy shoes. 

Ahem … I LOVE TO WALK!!!! The PCNST is da best!! Long trails ROCK!! YAHOOhaaaheeee!!!! 

Oh … ah … sorry for that (um) little outburst. 

As we flew back across the country from San Francisco, I watched captivated out the window: the city, the Sierras, Lake Tahoe, farmland, circles of irrigated green set in endless barren brown desert, then the Rockies, treed rivers snaking through dry fields and towns, and into clouds around Cincinnati. I thought about land use, wilderness, regional planning, development, and the remarkable vision, coordination, and work it took to build the PCT and all of the other long and short trails scattered throughout the US and the world. We are awesomely fortunate have the opportunity to walk this land on trails that are, for the most part, superbly built and maintained. 

p.s. 
I’ve got a couple of foot gear thoughts that I wanted to share in case you are interested. 
1. I wore Injinji toe socks the whole hike and loved them. They help keep your toes from mashing against each other and getting blisters. I heard from some people that they got holes in their toe socks really fast, but I wore out only 2 pairs over the entire hike. 
2. I put bag balm on my feet every morning, which kept my feet almost callous-free and I think minimized blisters. 
3. After bad experiences (blisters, Achilles pain, ill fit) with various pairs of Montrails, I bought a pair of New Balance 607 in Palm Springs, and stuck with the same shoe for the rest of the time, going through 2 additional pairs. I highly recommend New Balance because they are a) cheap ($30-50 for my on-sale basic trail runners), b) durable, lasting at least 700 miles, c) made in America (depending on the model), and d) come in various widths. When I tried on shoes in Palm Springs, the only ones that felt good were the extra wide shoes, because they didn’t rub against my blistered big toe or pinky toe. The extra width also allowed room for thick socks, which I liked to wear over my liner toe socks. 
4. Feet are really different. I think the best thing to do is to allow flexibility in your footwear plan for a first-time thruhike. For example, if you've bought a few different models for your hike, but aren't sure which will work best, put a pair or two in your first mail drop so that you can switch if your shoes are causing problems, then mail the others home (if they don't work) or ahead (if they might work later). It's really hard to know in advance what your feet will do in response to day after day of pounding on mixed terrain with varied temperature. 

Also, if you're planning a hike and are worried about how your feet will hold up, the book Fixing Your Feet is a good resource for foot care info, especially blister treatment. Reading the book before the hike empowered me to prevent and treat foot problems that otherwise might have been more worrisome and/or painful. 

p.p.s. 
Thanks Gerry for envisioning this trip years ago. You are the best, most competent, funniest, most wonderful walking partner ever. 

p.p.p.s 
Thanks again everyone (there are so many of you but especially my mum) who supported and encouraged us on our hike. Such altruism! Such generosity! A bazillion thanks for ever and ever ... 

Love, 
Michelle

Monday, October 6, 2008

My Final Post (and it's a doozie!)

My father wanted me to think about, and share, what I learned from this trip (before I forget). So here:

Five things I learned on the Pacific Crest Trail


1. Light: the right way to backpack
I don’t really believe there is a “right” and “wrong” way to do anything recreational. But what I will argue is this: If you can reduce your packweight (minus food and water) to around 10-12 pounds, you will never go back. Most backpackers spend the majority of their time hiking, not camping or enjoying the comforts of expensive gear. Backpackers spend most of their time walking around looking at beautiful things. Hence, the more enjoyable the walking, the more enjoyable the backpacking trip. You will enjoy yourself more if you can: 1) bend over or squat easily to look at a small flower, 2) nimbly scramble up or down a steep slope, 3) have enough balance to playfully walk across logs and stones, 4) walk a long distance without suffering ill effects from stress on your body, and 5) forget you are carrying anything at all. These are just a few examples of things you can only do with a very light pack.

Having a light pack in the summertime is easier then you think. First, sleep in a shelter that is under 2 lbs (tarp or tarptent). Then, sleep in a bag that is under 2 lbs. Next, cook with a system that is under 1 lb. (alcohol stove). Carry a backpack that is under 2 llbs. There. Now you have 3 lbs for extra clothes and personal items. And that’s less than 10 pounds.

The outdoor recreation culture is highly influenced by companies who tell you that you need lots of heavy, expensive gear that you don’t need and will only make you suffer needlessly. If you follow the advice of people in gear shops, you’ll have no money, bad gear, and no idea what you’re missing by carrying so much crap. The best gear we’ve seen is homemade. And the best advice comes from people who most often do the specific activity that you want to do. People in gear stores will try and sell you a climbing pack designed for summiting K2, even if you’re just taking dayhikes in your backyard. Anyways, many, many people have already written diatribes about this frustrating situation, and there are many good books and websites out there. So I leave you to investigate the topic yourself. You might want to start with Ray Jardine.

Although you wouldn’t think so from walking into REI, backpacking is actually about having less and experiencing more.




A Spruce Grouse


A ground squirrel


Pollination


Grouse

2. Natural selection is amazing, obvious, and ubiquitous
On a plant near the trail we saw thousands of black specks. Aphids. Crawling around atop the carpet of aphids were ants. Why?
It’s quite an amazing thing to really think about and we can explain much of whole story with what we know about evolution. DNA is a molecule of digital information that replicates itself. Genes are segments of DNA, and act as digital instructions for the construction and maintenance of extraordinarily complex machines called organisms. Genes that build good machines survive. But most genes die. Of the survivors, genes that replicate faster become more common. Hence, the world becomes populated by survival and replication experts. That is the basic idea of natural selection, first realized by Charles Darwin. Different organisms have evolved different strategies for survival and reproduction. These strategies are quite ingenious. For instance, plants survive and reproduce by literally making themselves out of thin air. They suck carbon right out of the air, and use photons shot across space from a nearby star to construct an elaborate architecture of roots, shoots, and leaves. This whole process evolved from an inconceivably long period of trial-and-error combined with random innovations from mutations. The bad genes went extinct. The good genes with their good designs survived and seeded the next generation. But mutation is not the only source of innovation.

Much innovation comes from organisms combining together into superorganisms. Some bacteria evolved the ability to process sunlight, but it may surprise you to learn that the ancestors of plants did not. Plants never gained the ability themselves. Instead, they joined forces with those bacteria and the bacteria began to live inside the plant cells. The bacteria are now known as chloroplasts. Plants store the energy they make as invisibly tiny rings of carbon, called sugars, for transport. Mitochondria provide cells with energy, and they use to be bacteria too. Some plants are still in the process of joining forces with bacteria. You can see this in plants like peas that house nitrogen-fixing bacteria. Given enough time, the bacteria and plant will become indistinguishable.

Aphids are tiny critters that have evolved to steal plant sugar by breaking past plant architecture. In fact, they have become so good at extracting sugars from the plants that their waste is almost pure sugar. Their genes have over time optimized their mouthparts for piercing plant walls and sucking fluids. Ants, on the other hand, have evolved pincer jaws, rather than sucking mouthparts, because their ancestors ate things they could grab. An ant colony is a large super-organism. Instead of having hands for manipulating the world, ant colonies have thousands of tiny “organs” called ants, which can collectively kill an animal, lift it, and carry it back to the nest for “digestion”. Each ant is specialized and acts as an organ, not as an individual. Each one will easily die for the colony. This is because, like the cells of your hands, an individual ant is sterile. Individual ants are just the leaves of the tree. Ants are good at fighting, but not parasitizing plants, so the ants use the aphids to get sugar, just like humans use cows to convert grass into milk. The ants milk the aphids. The aphids provide the ants with their sugar waste, and the ants protect the aphids and the plant from predators. The ants and aphids co-evolved into a cooperative venture. There are mutual benefits for each. Given enough time, will they become indistinguishable? Standing there looking at this plant and its aphids and ants was like a religious experience for me. There was just so much there. Yet all so easy to miss. It made me feel like there was that much richness in all the living things around me all the time, everywhere I looked. I won’t continue on this anymore, because I suspect it’s getting boring…

I wanted to see the West. That was my main reason for hiking the PCT. By “the West”, I wasn’t referring to cowboys; I wanted to see the different plants, animals, and environments found in the Western United States. I will never think about the ecological term “communities” the same way again. What was once a mere abstract concept, is now permanently blazoned into my mind. I learned so many new species of plants and animals and noticed which ones appeared together and which ones show up in different kinds of environments. We walked two ecological gradients at once, altitude and latitude. For me, the Pacific Crest Trail was a 4 month ecology and natural history field class. Textbook biology concepts that flittered, pulsed, screeched, and glittered in the morning sun.

I often thought about evolution and natural selection on the trail. It has been argued that Darwin’s “dangerous idea” –the idea of natural selection- is the most powerful concept ever conceived by a human. The argument goes like this. Darwinism requires you to assume only one extraordinarily simple idea: Some things copy themselves. Yet it explains the most complex things in the known universe, namely, all of life. Once you understand natural selection, it will change the way you look at everything. On the trail, I saw evolution everywhere. I saw adaptation, selective pressure, competition, and cooperation. In those ants, aphids, and plants, I saw the war of genes in different bodies reaching across space and time, cooperating and conflicting, making a world that is marvelously complex and yet makes so much sense given what we know about how evolution works. At the same time, I was reading some important review papers on animal cooperation and I had the time to let the ideas sink in. I was learning a lot, and more importantly I was getting excited about biology and science as a process of discovering new things.



Caught in snow and rain near Glacier Peak


Blowdown along a "closed" section of trail



Michelle crossing a wet log over a raging creek


Thru-hikers celebrating at Stehekin, the final resupply before the border


Taking the bus back to the trail.


My stuffed bat (Thanks Ingrid!)

3. People enjoy being altruistic to strangers
Biologists know why selfishness exists. It’s similar to the reason that ruthless businessman exist. Natural selection. If you’re not ruthless, you can go extinct. So why does niceness exist in nature? That’s the subject of animal cooperation. That’s what I get to study for 3-4 years using vampire bats!

Anyway, on this trip I was utterly amazed at how nice people could be. We ran into dozens of “trail angels”, people who gave us housing, food, rides, showers, clothing, and even cars to use, not just for the two of us, but often for 50 “guests” at a time! They asked for nothing in return. This was a lot of work for them and a lot of cost. Their days seemed to be devoted to supporting a bunch of hikers, making water caches out on the trail, and providing food and shelter at crucial points. Our early ancestors like bacteria may be selfish, but humans are far from selfish. Why?

I love to be nice. I bet you do too. Most people want to be good. And almost all people want others to be nice and good to them. But people are not only good so that others will be good to them -- we are kind because it feels good. With a few exceptions, like psychopaths, our brains reward cooperative behaviour. We actually get a “high” from being kind, caring, and helping others. Isn’t it great to be human! Humans are biological “angels” in many ways. But, like all animals, we also evolved to not be suckers. We are not blank slates at birth. We are endowed with moral instincts. The mechanisms of these innate moralities are still being worked out. Just as language, which we learn, is built on an innate structure, so are our moral intuitions.
I’ll give you one example. Take generalized reciprocity. An experiment obtained the following result. If a person finds a quarter in a payphone, she is more likely to pick up a dropped newspaper for someone else. In other words, people are more likely to give, if they received something, regardless of who gave it to them! Rats will give food to other rats more when they get food, even if they received food from an anonymous rat. They will give even more food back to the very same rat, i.e. tit for tat. But that’s not always necessary. Sometimes we just give. I suspect that rats feel an urge to be nice just like humans, and an urge to return favours. These subtle drives may be built into a social animal’s brain. Then, throughout our lifetime, we learn the details-- how and when to give.

But anyway, I’m digressing. My main point is that people are amazingly amazingly altruistic, especially given the opportunity and the right context. Many people might say that things like religion make us nice. But I would argue that people join religion because religions say to be nice, not the other way around. People already want to be nice. they have that in them already, and they use religions as a tool to try and be nicer. That’s how nice people are. Yeah, there’s a lot of greed and awfulness in the world. But people are nicer and more cooperative than any animal I can think of. And there’s astounding evidence that people and cultures are becoming nicer over time. This talk gives some examples.

Hike the PCT yourself. If you are not impressed by natural beauty or ecology or human endurance, you will at least be awed at how amazing people can be to each other.


The northern Cascades





Six, Michelle, Kim, Spiff, and Brent

4. A conflict worth pondering: Achieving goals versus caring for people
I took a free outdoor education course on “leadership dynamics”. It was kind of lame, but one thing I took away was the idea of leadership styles. Some leaders are apparently “goal-oriented”. They are mainly focused on achieving a goal, like getting to the summit of a mountain. Other leaders are “people-oriented”; they mainly focus on whether or not people are having a good time. Much to my chagrin, the instructor said I was slightly biased towards being goal-oriented. I would rather be described as the more sensitive, caring, person-oriented type of leader, but “goal-oriented” is what she said. :-(

Anyways, my point is that it’s difficult if not impossible to focus simultaneously on both achieving goals and caring for people; often the more you do one, the less you do the other. On the PCT, Michelle and I were sometimes focused more on getting to our next schedule point on time. Other times, we cared more about just making sure we were both having a good time. Sometimes we did both equally ok, but neither very well. But we had to shift priorities, and we had to be on the same page about what the current priority was. What I learned on the PCT is that you have to intentionally and consciously think about this conflict, because it’s inherent in life.

People who do great public things often have troubled personal lives. Examples include Gandhi, Einstein, Newton, and there are many others. Most other people are more subtle heroes to a small group of family and friends. What do we sacrifice for achieving our big dreams? As Gary Snyder wrote-

What history fails to mention is
most everybody lived their lives
with friends and children,
played it cool,
left truth and beauty to the guys
who tricked for bigshots
and were fools.





At the Canadian border

5. Another conflict worth pondering: Social pressures versus internal motivation
Humans are social animals, and much of our behaviour is molded to be socially beneficial. Fish are good at swimming. Rodents are good at chewing. Birds are good at flying. And primates are good at socializing. We observe, we copy, we assess, and we manipulate. And humans do it better than anyone. Hence, culture.

This has some interesting consequences. Everyone knows that humans can be a lot like sheep. We follow the herd. We do things because we see other people doing it. And we are extremely curious about what other people do. For many, a popular form of entertainment is spying on celebrity personal lives. It’s human nature to be interested in other humans, and to learn whatever we can from them. We end up becoming a lot like the people we are around.
One point of disagreement we had on the trail was “ethics”. Is it ok to skip around a section of trail? What if it’s closed? Should we walk on the road or take the bus? For the reader, it may seem simple: do whatever you want! But it’s quite amazing how culture affects peoples’ decisions. When sections of the PCT were closed for forest fire, everyone looked to everyone else to know what to do. Many people chose to walk on the roads to avoid “cheating”. I wasn’t interested in hiking on a highway, so we opted to take the bus. The amazing thing was this: Michelle felt very guilty. Why? Certainly not because she wanted to walk on a road. It was because it seemed like everybody else was walking on the road and we were cheating by taking a bus. If everyone was taking the bus, no one would consider this “cheating”. And how can you “cheat” on a hiking trip?! Yet, there was an obvious social pressure that had arisen. Purists held a moral high-ground and talked about “cheaters”, meanwhile people felt they had to actually justify hiking on “unofficial” sections of trail!

Before we started the hike, we both talked about how we wouldn’t mind skipping sections, for instance, taking a shortcut or hitching into towns. At the time (but not now), I was even fine with skipping over parts that I thought might be "boring". But later I learned that, for many, being a “thru-hiker” meant following a certain code of conduct. Taking a shortcut, for some, seemed tantamount to saying you were skipping miles in a marathon. Different people started different standards. Some people said “I’m not walking on anything but the official PCT”. Others said “I’m making a continuous series of footsteps from Mexico to Canada”. These personal rules were often adopted by others consciously or unconsciously. They became part of a culture. To some people, the Pacific Crest Trail was like running a huge marathon and either you do the whole thing or you’re a cheater. And this attitude gets passed on to people who originally had no such lofty goals. Some people (like yours truly) just wanted to see the mountains out west. It was like being in a biology class of future medical students, when you just wanted to learn some plant names.

Michelle and I differed in the amounts we were affected by these pressures. For some reason, the social norms usually made me want to do the opposite. "Official PCT?? Blah, whatever. Let's go the way we aren't supposed to. I can do whatever I want..."

I’m not sure if that tendency is good or bad. The important point is that I think it’s crucial to think about why you do things. We can’t help but copy the ideas, perspectives, and culture around us. That’s why it’s even more important to take a moment to think about whether or not social influences are good (as they often are) or bad. I’m glad I copied so much of what people did on the PCT. I don’t think I would have been able to hike the whole trail without copying people’s hiking styles, gear, and even food preferences. But on the other hand, we are all free individuals and we can tailor what we learn from others with what we reason out ourselves. Often we should follow our internal motivations, regardless of what other people have as goals. So I’m also glad that we didn’t hike on 80 miles of roads. Not just because I don’t like roads, but also because it demonstrated to me that hiking really is about making your own adventure.



Bat in the sky

One last thing…
Life is short! I can’t say I learned much about this particular reality on the PCT. Everyone knows this already. But sometimes –like right now- it’s blaringly obvious. The entire trip already seems like it happened last week.

And yet, I still have all those thousands of memories to fill my daydreams and nostalgic moments. These were rich, surreal moments we shared. We found ourselves surrounded by utter beauty and so far from anything to remind us of our worldly egos. But in retrospect it all went by in a flash. I want to have a life that’s rich with experiences like that, streams of pure sensory experiences that will shape us for the years to come.

As I read that last sentence, I realize it doesn’t really mean anything. Streams of pure sensory experience?? Wha? So, obviously, I can’t really tell you everything I learned in words. But you get the idea…

love to all of you,
Gerald

All Photos Online

Find them here:

http://isc.astro.cornell.edu/~don/pictures/v/friends/gerry/PCT/

if that link doesnt work: http://publish.uwo.ca/%7Egcarter2/transfer.htm

if that doesnt work: batbum.googlepages.com then Photo Gallery, then Pacific Crest Trail

(The reasons the links might not work is that the ~ symbol changes in the browser window.)
The photos are posted in chronological order. Thanks to Don Barry for letting me post all my photos on his gallery site.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

All photos and final blogs coming soon



We are in the process of uploading all the remaining photos from our trip. And we will post our final trip reflections soon, hopefully in the next couple of days...

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Hooray!!

I was going to wait till we had some photos to post (camera battery is dead) before I broke the news, but I became impatient. Yesterday, September 29th we reached Canada at about 8am, and finished the Pacific Crest Trail 8 miles later.

Now, we are staying in Seattle with my dear friend Joe, who I haven't seen in 3 years. Joe has been quite busy here in Seattle saving the world, or at least some parts of it.

More in a bit...

Thursday, September 25, 2008

I change my mind...

After the last 5 days, I need to retract a statement. The PCT is difficult!

We have been fearing the snows in the North Cascades on our final push to Canada. We've also been a bit worried about the infamous "blowdown" section, where segments of the trail have been obliterated by storms, avalanches, and fallen old-growth trees. This section is also supposed to be second only to the High Sierra in difficulty (think: up 3000 feet, down 2000 feet, up 2000 feet, etc).

All these factors came together in the last few days. Cold rain, freezing rain, hail, snow, and windy, foggy alpine conditions plus climbing up and down steep slopes over a tangle of broken branches and giant (8+ feet wide) logs past 11 PM to get to flat (wet) ground for camping.

First, I was thinking it made for some pretty miserable hiking. But then, I just pretended it was some kind of crazy hardcore military-style wilderness survival training trip. From that angle, it didn't seem so bad. Basically, the 100-mile section can be summed up well by a quote from Michelle: "I want to be teleported out of here."

We heard on the radio that one thru-hiker busted her ankle and is being, or has been, helicoptered out. Everyone emerging out of the wilderness into this resupply town looks pretty worn, wet, and knackered.

I'm never using a down sleeping bag again; mine turned into a wet rag. The image of a wet towel is not an exaggeration. I also discovered that the most important piece of survival equipment is a bag of candy bars. I was my own constantly eating, shivering backcountry drier. Calories are units of heat afterall I guess.

Michelle's synthetic bag fared much better, and stayed warm even when damp. One night we both ended up inside of it. The next night, after I was still awake chomping and shivering at 3 AM, we zipped the two bags together and put hers on top like a quilt and mine on bottom over our pads (since there was no loft anyways). We both ended up warmer that way. The best idea we had was to get neoprene socks, overmitts, and pack covers right before this section- hallelujah!

This section was also a good excuse for making fires! Starting a good fire with wet wood is always challenging and fun.

Did I mention mice chewed their way through our tent wall and got into our tent two nights in a row. If only I could catch the little guys.. I bet they would've been delicious....

But all that is behind us now! Today we find ourselves in the "town" of Stehekin. This small community is accessible only by plane, boat, or a long hike. The weather looks good for the next section, and we are only a mere 4 days to Canada. Moreover, we will soon be on the eastern (dry) side of the Northern Cascades crest.

Last night, we ate dinner with 7 other thru-hikers: Six, Spaceman Spiff, Brent, Kim, Detour, Gazelle, and Snow Kittens. Some of these folks we have seen now and then over the last 5 months. Others we have just met. So many people have left the trail since we started. And many of our co-travelers have already made it to the end days ago. But making it to the end is not yet a sure thing, even now. After hiking more than 2700 miles, and never even hitching into towns, Evan (the Fugitive) injured his knee and left the trail only two days from the end.

Hopefully we will post some pictures soon. Now I'm off to get something I've been dreaming about- Bacon!

Friday, September 19, 2008

From Skykomish

Just to show we haven't been THAT lazy, here are some things we've done while hiking the Pacific Crest Trail:
read about 3 books and 12 scientific papers
applied for a scholarship
published a paper
learned several new species of plants and animals
won an award at an academic meeting
climbed several technical routes and a couple mts (including the highest peak in the continental USA)
taken Katy Griffin on her first backpacking trip
conducted tests on the durability on 8 models of trail running footwear (and gear)
solved all sorts of philosophical problems with pseudo-profound BS

The Surprisingly Good Gear We Used
Here's a list of what surprised us in how well it performed-

I expect any electrical equipment to give us problems in the outdoors. But our camera, a Casio Exilim, fit in my chest pocket, took great photos, and the battery lasted virtually forever.

My 15 dollar (yes, 15$) Frogg Toggs jacket was completely waterproof and breathable, and kept me drier than Michelle's expensive gore-tex jacket. I didn't believe it either from how it looks on the website.

Both our packs worked very well. Michelle used a ULA, and I used a Granite Gear vapour trail. I expected mine to get holes, but nope.

While at first uncomfortable, my Brooks Cascadia running shoes have been going strong for almost 800 miles now and look like they will take me to the end.

More later...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Update:

Michelle is the cat's pajamas.

aches and pains

My body's been hurting lately, but I know it will ease up soon. It always does. Bad weather gets better, pain goes away, wet socks dry.
I don't know what I've learned about myself on this trail but I have had an explosive swelling of appreciation for kindness and altruism, for all the friends and family and strangers who support us. Seems I write about this more than anything else, but it truly overwhelms me and I want to express my gratitude, even though words fall short.
Every day we see such incredible things, tiny and huge. Ants milking aphids on a flower stem, a herd of elk bounding away, water over bright green moss, huckleberries running wild over a decade-old clearcut. Beautiful things, strange things, sometimes ugly things. How lucky we are to see all of this. We are so fortunate.

Michelle

more from Snoqualmie


Near Old Snowy Mt.
Mount Rainier looms in the background.


A decorative cairn




Enviropyro crosses a log bridge






Equestrian vehicle remains in the Goat Rocks wilderness



oh, oops. I forgot to mention stuff about the trail. Washington has been fabulous so far. I loved the Goat Rocks Wilderness especially. and the weather has been beautiful. yep- everything is peachy. not much to say. im tired... hopefully Michelle will write somthing coherent tomorrow.

Monday, September 15, 2008

At Snoqualmie Pass

I was planning what I was going to write in my next blog post while hiking. I even wrote a bit of it down on some scrap paper while taking a break. But now, that I'm actually sitting at a computer, Michelle is asleep, I have no idea where that scrap paper is, and I have nothing interesting to say. Hrrmmph...

Someone said we are 90% done with the trail. I'm not really wanting to be finished yet, but I am excited about what comes next. I'd like to see some friends out west, do a bit of climbing. Then, after a week or so, I jump back into my bat stuff. There's a conference in October... some data analysis... *lots* of writing... I'm pretty psyched about starting my Ph.D. next fall and about working at the Biodome in Montreal this winter. I better enjoy the feeling of infinite potential while it lasts... Everything seems blissful at the moment.

I am extraordinarily lucky. It boggles my mind. For most people- indeed, most living things- life is a harsh struggle for survival. Somehow, by some astonishing miracle of blind chance, I happened to be born into a situation where food, water, and shelter are essentially a given. I live in prosperous times, among amazingly altruistic people, in the wealthiest part of the world. I have never really suffered or endured any kind of extreme hardship. I've never experienced war or torture or real hunger. I'm one of the richest people in the world in at least one important way, which is this: if I had a billion dollars, the things I do, my life, would not change in any significant way. I would still study vampire bats. I would still be hiking this trail. I would still be eating rice krispy treats. And to top it off, I'm stupendously lucky to have a mind that allows me to bask in the glory of all this good fortune. I can look around and really appreciate it. "Behold! ... Holy crap, this is sweet!"

Speaking of holy crap, it's hard not to get all "religiousy" when you're on this trail. If I had to describe the Pacific Crest Trail in 3 words they would be "beauty, beauty, beauty". The distance from Mexico to Canada is about 1500 miles by car, but the trail takes nearly 2700 miles to do the same job. This is because it seeks out every bit of lovely mountain scenery along the way. It snakes along crests and crosses (according to one website): 40 designated Wilderness areas, 24 National Forests, 7 National Parks, 3 State Parks, 19 major canyons and 57 mountain passes. This thin ribbon runs through almost every kind of ecosystem in the west, both by gaining and losing altitude and by gaining latitude . Moreover, it attracts some pretty interesting people. And even better, there's cool animals. We saw an owl today. And two people we've talked to now have seen mountain lions. Of course, I always freak out when even one bat flies by.

On a less dramatic note, I need to dispel a myth about the PCT. Hiking the PCT is NOT difficult. School is difficult. Work is hard. Relationships are tough. Being a good person- another tricky one. Trying to figure out game-theoretic models and mathematical rules for evolutionary stable strategies... difficult. Making money, responsibility, supporting kids, etc-- these are the kinds of things that everybody seems to somehow figure out, but which seem really hard to me. I don't know how they do it. But then these same people say to us: "wow, that's really inspiring that you're hiking the PCT. What a challenge!" Well.... It's just walking on a well-graded trail and eating lots of food. I hate to ruin everybody's idea that it's really challenging, but it's the easiest 5 month project I've ever worked on. It's easier than elementary school, or high school, or college, or my masters. It's easier than my Eagle project from Boy Scouts. It's easier than any sort of work where you have to wake up early. It's not really any work at all. What is work? I think what we call "work" is actually *stress*. It's the anxiety of not doing as much as you hoped or the worry of failure or disappointing others. There's very little stress on the PCT. Even if we don't finish, so what? Nothing we are doing here is ending up on our permanent record or our curriculum vitae. Nobody cares about our performance. And yet, at the same time, people support us. It's quiet unbelievable. Life is rarely like that.

I'm not sure where I'm going in all this weird rambling. I guess I just wanted to write *something*. Maybe what I'm trying to say is that this whole thing hasn't been what I expected. I thought it would be a big challenge. In a way, it is. But it's also made me feel like challenges are mental illusions. There's only a challenge when you stop and think about what you have to do. The rest of the time, you're just putting one foot in front of the other. And walking is quite enjoyable actually.

I hope that I enjoy my PhD in the same way. I'm really looking forward to it. Thanks to everybody who has helped make my life so rich and fulfilling. If you scroll down this blog, you'll mainly see a list of friends, relatives, and relative strangers who have helped us so much along the way so far. People who have fed us, clothed us, housed us, and lifted our spirits. I'm not sure how to deal with my overwhelming sense of appreciation.

Lastly, I want to say that hiking with Michelle has been the greatest. First of all, she is one tough cookie. It's also nice to hike with someone who is so patient, tolerant, smart, cheerful, and can somehow make 150 slightly different versions of corn pasta with dried veggies.

Well, I guess I managed to say something, even without my scrap paper.

I hope it made sense and that you enjoyed reading it. Actually, I guess that first part isn't important.

--Gerald

Friday, September 5, 2008

Hello from Washington

Coming down from Mt. Hood with the corresponding change in pressure, my right ear became plugged up, and hasn't completely recovered yet after a couple of days, some serous otitis media apparently. Michelle was feeling a bit sick recently, but now seems to be feeling better. I think it must be a combination of visiting Portland, a city with lots of people (and hence germs), and having trail-conditioned (i.e. weak) immune systems. The very cold rainy days in Oregon couldn't have helped either. Luckily, we have new warm clothes and have some goodies arriving soon in the mail, including neoprene socks and overmitts.

Big thanks to fellow PCT hiker Vanity Fair for taking us to resupply, letting us stay at her home, and generally being a second mom to us. Also a big thanks to the Weinheimers for taking us into their home and stuffing our bellies with pizza. We are glad we ran into Mrs. Weinheimer while she was walking her dog.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Thanks to Ingrid and Mike

Thanks to Ingrid and Mike for sending us snacks and rescuing us along the road. Here's some pics from their all too brief time with us:

wow!! a tree!



More recent photos below...

Pictures from Oregon (featuring Katy and Garrett!!)


I tried carrying my pack on my head for a few miles. Not bad, but not great.

at Olallie Lake


Katy brought me this HUGE burger







Glaciers over the river with boulders on top




Our fear faces: Gerald, Katy, Michelle


Katy and Michelle looking like rebels without a cause


this was beautiful


Our intimidation faces: Gerry, Michelle, and Garrett


Burned and unburned forest


Michelle scrambles up Pilot Rock


Climbing up to the summit




Mr. Toad


at Crater Lake