My beautiful resupply plan.

My resupply strategy for my upcoming PCT(Pacific Crest Trail) hike is stellar. I won’t need anyone to mail me anything, or anyone to mail things home to, there will be only 3 post office stops to make, and everything is lined out so there will be no headaches in town. Since this beautiful system includes going to 3 stops that I have never made before and includes the sketchy Echo Lake post office, I should probably wait to post it till after it has been tested.

It’s pretty much an organized version of last years resupply plan: throw everything into one big box and keep mailing it on.

Now I have to find a big box.

The better Nalgene?

The not so bad water bottle/coffe potI was reading the Wikipedia article on bisphenol A, the compound found in the hard clear (lexan)Nalgene bottles that has been getting so much press lately. I have always preferred the softer milky Nalgenes because they are lighter and more durable.

The plastics marked “7” are the ones there seems to be concerns about. The soft milky Nalgene bottles are marked with a “2” which according to this article, “Types 2, 4, and 5 (HDPE, LDPE, and Polypropylene, respectively) are believed to not leach chemicals in any significant amount.”

Dirt cheap housing

dirt cheap housing

The earthbag house on the alternative housing tour was made with bags but the woman that built it said she it would have been easier if they had used the continuous fill tubes that calearth.com sells.  While poking around  that site I found a cool article with accompanying pdf on how to build beautiful little dwellings with sandbags, barbed wire and a few hand tools. http://calearth.org/images/pdfs/Khalili-emergency-shelter.pdf

What fun to go out in your back yard, play in the dirt and build a little dwelling.   If I wasn’t hiking this year, this is what I would be doing.

Green Fair

There was a green fair in town this weekend. Saturday there were talks on different subjects like solar and wind power and alternative housing.

One speaker pounded his drum and told us about his plan to make affordable hogan style huts for people. He brought a cardboard replica of his hut. They are six sided and come in pieces. They sport a dome roof with a skylight in the middle. The walls are thick foam, sandwiched between two-by-fours. You spread chicken wire on the outside and stucco it. and on the inside he recommends sheet rock. The kits will cost 5000 dollars–10,000 by the time you have them all finished and come with a party that helps you put them together; then you help the next people put theirs together.

On Sunday we went on a tour of alternative homes:

Earth Bag house

This is called an earthbag house. It was made by filling bags with earth and stacking them up. ( They also added a little cement to the earth because they didn’t have a high enough clay content) Every row you move in a little bit. Then they plastered the outside with dirt, straw and flour paste. Next coat they will add lime to the plaster mix for the bottom but the top will be planted like a big Chia-Pet.

Skylight inside earth bag house

This is what it looks like from the inside. They haven’t plastered the inside yet so you can see all the bags. They put a plexi-glass dome on the top. To make a loft they stuck logs across a section while they were building and then piled the bags on top of them.

Outside of unfinished hay bail house

This is the outside of an unfinished straw bale house. It’s a six sided round house that is being built to code and will include a bathroom. To build a straw bale house, you frame it then pile straw bales between the beams. Next you wrap it in chicken wire and plaster it.

First plaster coat of anther straw bale house

This is a 1800 square foot, built-to-code, straw bale house with the first coat of lime plaster over it. This was a very beautiful house with naturally colored plasters and tile floors inside.

Battery closet

The 1800 sq ft house runs off solar power. This is their closet for their storage batteries.

Outside of hard sided yurt with addition

This is a hard sided yurt with a soft top. He got the outer soft top from a place that makes yurts. He sewed the inner canvas top and between the two layers he added two layers of reflective bubble wrap. He built an addition to it when his daughter came to live with him. He hauls water, heats with wood and has a couple of solar panels for power.

Ceiling of hard-sided yurt

This is the inside of the yurts. The dome skylight in the middle of the roof lets in lots of light.

Please don’t feed the hikers—keep them wild

Your well-intentioned handouts could do more harm than good. Some hikers quickly become dependent on outside help, leaving them vulnerable when help isn’t there.

Long distance hikers need to be developing skills, attitudes, and techniques that are necessary when you won’t be around. By reliably supplying bailouts, water, rides, shelter and other hand-holding, you deny hikers the opportunities to learn self-reliance and the skills they may need to complete a long trail.

Bone yard

bones and fur

I found big tufts of fur laying close to my cabin. I followed the tufts of fur until I found this skeleton. I never did find the head. I don’t know if the coyotes or a mountain lion did it.

Sometimes the coyotes will move close to my cabin with their “Yaaaa Hoooo! Yip yip yip yiping.” Once when they where really close, I went outside and yelled, “Quiet!” But they kept on yipping. So I stood on the hill and imitated them and they stopped. The next night they moved farther away. Up close they sound like a bunch of drunk red necks.

Journey Cloak

15-20 years ago I took a 9 month course called, “Developing the heart and hands of a healer” We did stuff like crystal healing, shamanic drumming, chanting, and meditation. At the end of the course we were supposed to make a power object. There were some cleaver and artistic people in the class that made some really nice objects.

I cut a hole for my head in the middle of a blanket and draped it over me like a tunic. I used some of the extra blanket to make a hood and a hand warmer pocket, then I sewed a bell on the end of the hood, and called it my journey cloak.

On Mungo says Bah’s site he writes about a cool way to make a hooded journey cloak out of a blanket without having to cut up your blanket.

Etiquette tip

When you set out hiking a long trail and along the way, in a hot exposed waterless stretch, someone gives you water and a place to sleep out of the wind and when next morning you are rattling around in their kitchen fixing yourself a cup of tea and they tell you that you need to leave because something has come up, you should cheerfully thank them for their hospitality, leave a donation and hike on. Staying on to do your laundry, stiffing the donation box, angrily huffing off, and taking a picture of you flipping off your host’s house is considered very bad form.

Yeah, I’m reading trail journals, again. Maybe, I understand the former resident a little better.


Kicking around logistical ideas

Trying to figure out a mailing schedule. I don’t need mail drops for food but I have a load of supplements and the guide books and data is a lot to carry plus there is the whole ice ax and bear canister thing.

Last year I just threw everything into a big box and kept mailing it along every 500 miles. It worked, but post office hours sometimes dictated my hike.

My sister said she would be willing to mail out some stuff for me. I don’t like saddling someone with sending my stuff. I’m off having a great summer and I don’t think it’s right to be adding to others burdens just because it’s easier for me, so I’m not sure I will take her up on the offer.

Another thing I have to look at is avoiding crowds. Crowds make me tired, irritated, and sad. In order to avoid them I have to predict where most of the hikers will be and make sure I’m not there; that further dwindles down my choices for receiving and sending on my box.

I keep thinking there is a perfect way to do it… but there might not be.

I have something to say….

Maybe you read, “A Walk in the Woods”, and when Katz throws his food over the mountain, thought, “What an idiot to not realize that he is jeopardizing the safety of animals and other hikers.”  Well, apparently some people thought “A Walk in the Woods” was not a comical tale of two inexperienced hikers stumbling down the trail, but rather a manual on how to hike, and filed that bit of information away under, “Tips for when your pack is too heavy.”

As a PSA, I would like to emphasize that when you are out backpacking, it is not okay to fling your English muffins off the mountainside because you don’t want to carry them.

“The California Department of Fish and Game (DFG) cautions everyone that feeding wildlife, whether directly or indirectly, is never a good idea. Problems from wildlife often increase with the availability of food, and feeding could result in an attack, damaged property, and often the death of the animal. “

Yeah, I’ve been reading trail journals….sad, sad, sad…..

Promises to my feet

In 2001 when I first hiked the Pacific Crest Trail, almost immediately, I had terrible pain in the balls of my feet.

By 78 miles I had already taken the bus to a nearby town to buy new shoes. The next section was the San Felipe Hills which got a lot of ink as being torturously hot and without water. I started hiking it at 5pm when the bus dropped me back at the trail. The new shoes didn’t help, maybe even made things worse. I hiked until 10pm and had to stop for the night, not because I was tired but because of my feet. I lay down, just off the trail, and the pain started shooting through my feet and would make my whole body shudder. I was worried that my feet wouldn’t get me out of The Hills before the sun got high in the sky. I said, “Please feet, get me out of here and I will take two days off and give you anything you want” Pretty much the whole trail went like that— bargaining with my feet.

Last year they did pretty well, as long as I carried two pairs of shoes, kept the callouses down, grease them up with Carmex, Super-Glued the cracks together, massaged them, and kept them elevated while on breaks and while sleeping. I had some problems but a good improvement.

This year, for the past few months, I have had a new foot problem. At first I thought something was broken . Now, from reading stuff on the Internet, I think a hammer toe is the problem. I have been taping it down, splinting it to an adjacent toe with a rubber band and wrapping in an ace bandage. I think it’s getting better, but today I purchased a gel hammer toe straightener, hopping that I might experience a quicker recovery. If it doesn’t work I might seek out a foot doctor.

Already the bargaining has begun. Hiking with my feet is like hiking with a whining 5 year old.

.Whinny feet

Tax time

cabin-231.jpgOkay, I filed my taxes. Not that I made any money but some how, and this isn’t the first time it has happen to me, I have capital gains from mutual funds that I didn’t sell. So if anyone tells you that you don’t pay capital gains on mutual funds till you sell them, they are wrong.

I was able to use Turbo-Tax and e-file for free. There are a list of sites that have free preparation software at: http://www.irs.gov/app/freeFile/jsp/index.jsp?ck I clicked on Turbo-Tax FREEdom edition” from the list. If you want an exercise in patience and some time to reflect on how the requirements of society are ruining your life, I suggest you try it with a dial-up connection.

There are also programs where you bring your paper work in to a live person and they enter everything for you for free. For more information and to find a site near you, go to this easy to remember URL: http://www.irs.gov/individuals/article/0,,id=107626,00.html or call 1-800-829-1040 My sister volunteers at one of those places to do taxes for free. That says something about the vast differences between us: she volunteers to do peoples taxes and I was questioning, “Is life really worth living?” just doing my own.

This year the government has decided to shower free money on people, but if you–say–spent the whole year hiking and hanging out at your cabin, instead of working, don’t get your hopes up.

nun.jpgEvery year when tax time rolls around and I am forced to do paper work and remember PINs and passwords, and my small cabin becomes cluttered with paper work, I think, “This is not the life I want”. I start thinking I should just walk away and live the life of a wandering nun, with robes and a bowl.

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Cows

Out where I live, it’s legal for cows to go anywhere they want. You can spend thousands fencing your property in a four string barbed wire fence and hanging up “no trespassing” signs but people will just cut your fences and drive right through them. They say they are looking for their cows but they are poaching game. Lots of people poach out here. They say they need the food but I say, “Why don’t you kill a cow then?” Some people do kill the cows but mostly the cows just spend their whole lives roaming around like they own the place—which is not to far from the truth.

I don’t want cows around my cabin so I get rid off them by screaming and running after them when I see them. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I will wake up and just sense things are not right. I know that means there are cows surrounding my cabin. I throw open the window and scream, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArh! GET OUT OF HERE!” It works. The last time it happened, my son was up visiting me. I forgot that he was serenely sleeping six feet away from me on the guest couch, when I threw open the window and screamed. He woke up screaming. We laughed a long time about that.

It doesn’t work with the bulls though. Once I came home to find a bull outside my cabin. I screamed and ran after it but it didn’t budge. So I started honking my horn at it—still nothing. I got into my truck and ran at it—it waited until the last minute to move; it didn’t run, it just moved a little. I got my big wash pan and stood there banging it and finally the bull moved on.

The other day I was walking down a one-lane dirt road with fences on both side of it, when I met a bull. We both stopped and looked at each other. I yelled, “Get out of here!â€? It didn’t move. So I picked up a big rock. It looked a little worried and started to turn around but then it changed it’s mind. Finally after a long while of both of us not moving, we just walked pass each other, him going his way and me going mine. He had an obstinate nature that rivaled mine own—in a strange way it was like looking in a mirror.

Wilderness Medicine book

My benevolent son bought me this Wilderness Medicine book. I’ve wanted it for a long time but didn’t want to part with the money. I have the field guide by the same author but this book has a lot more detail, better pictures and more information. It’s a great book for people who might want to form a plan for when they get hurt in the wilderness besides lay in the dirt and mewl for helpClosing up a gaping head wound.

It has lots of ways to improvise first aid treatment. For instance, this nifty way to close a gaping head wound.

Wilderness medicine