Time Machine October 23, 2007
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Journey back with me to those thrilling days of yesteryear…
Some visuals from our hike in the Summer of 2005. It was June 24, 25, & 26. We spent Friday night at the Rt. 30 Trail Head in the back of Master Chief’s pickup, with the wind, the stars, and a case of beer. Saturday morning we powdered up, sprayed down with Deet, and headed off for the 271 Shelters, then back again on Sunday morning. Probably 23 or 24 miles in all, and in some of the worst mosquito-laden heat of the summer. I just barely made it.
Pics are HERE.
Movies are HERE.
—Warthog
Some visuals from 10/20/07 – 10/21/07 October 21, 2007
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The Warthog family hike. We parked at 653, hiked north about four miles toward Grindle Ridge, stopping at mile marker 22, then back to the 653 shelters. In all, about 10 miles of walking. Four-year-old Badger did an amazing job, quite the trooper. That’s a lot of rocky ground for little legs to cover.
See pics HERE.
Vids HERE.
—wart
Dueling addictions… October 21, 2007
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Another love has taken my fancy. Master Chief, who of course was responsible for getting me hooked on the trail, decided that wasn’t good enough. He decided I was spending far too much money on stuff like, y’know, bills and food, and so introduced me to the form of crack known as PAINTBALL.
After one game, we’d formed a team named, appropriately enough, the Highlanders, and I put up a website and it’s been my all-encompassing-borderline-unhealthy obsession ever since. Therefore, it is now late October and the Chief and I haven’t hit the trail since this time last year, and we’re coming dangerously close to not hiking together for the first time in four years. We’ve got tentative plans for a Winter venture, though November is looking doubtful. A December hike on the LHHT would be exceedingly cool, if we can fit it in.
Still, the Chief has gotten out variously on his own and with Reaper, on the LHHT and in New Hampshire. I’d post his pics here if he’d allow me to, but I guess his hikes are strictly need-to-know.
Today I returned from an overnight on the LHHT with the family: Hoot, Longhorn, four-year-old Badger, and the wife, Meoquanee. Pictures and video to follow…
View the 70th LHHT HIGHLANDS BRIGADE.
Love, wart.
Some visuals from 10/26/06 – 10/29/06. October 30, 2006
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After spending Thursday night at the Comfort Inn on Rt. 31, we drove to the Rt. 31 parking area and hiked south to Grindle Ridge for Friday night, then back to the Rt. 31 shelters for Saturday night. A total hike of maybe 18 miles over easy terrain, spread out over 3 days. …What? WHAT?! Hey, we were 2,950 feet above sea level, not once but TWICE. What did you do that weekend?
Check the album, yo.
The movies are HERE.
More to follow.
—warthog
Decompression October 30, 2006
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We have resurfaced. Master Chief and I came out of the Laurel Highlands today, and have begun to gradually re-enter our lives. Photos, words, and more to come. But right now, a nap.
First, though, a movie from the North Face at 7 Springs… (we left the sign right where we found it)
That noise is WIND!
—the warthog
It’s about reducing the friction. October 22, 2006
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Powder your crack. Really, I mean, that’s it right there. When I sat down to write this first entry, to christen campstew.com, I was planning to wax philosophical about how reducing the friction on a hike is comparable to keeping your life flowing smoothly, simple and clean and free of unnecessary encumbrance. But you know what? The greatest truths often go unsaid. So I’m saying, a dry crack is a happy crack. Bottom line. And while a happy crack may not be the best life has to offer, an unhappy one sure as heck is down there among the worst.
So powder your crack before you hit the trail. That’s a life lesson for you right there, junior.
—the warthog
