oldranger wrote: ↑Fri Feb 05, 2021 1:31 pm
But I am sad that I am not likely to be capable of returning to difficult to access places like Adair, Edna, Edyth, Crabtree, and other big fish lakes. During the past few weeks my mind keeps going back to my past trips and I marvel at what I used to be able to do and how good I felt doing it.
Like Mike above, there comes a time….the realization that one cannot do what was so easy to do before. Thankfully my memory bank is almost saturated with past grand adventures. Yosemite has always been my favorite...extensive wanderings...fished off-trail lakes a’plenty... from Hoover to Harriet, to Adair, to Benson, to Peeler... a lot of wilderness unseen by most.
Done the Muir multiple times, a small bit of the PCT too, Campo to Ashland...all mostly solo. BTW, If anybody asks, the best part of my Sierra lies between the two Kennedy Meadows.
Anyway, a few decades back, I had the misfortune to meet up with Mike, theOldranger here. We first met up below Edna…(he was late as usual). Stubborn, obstinate, sarcastic... flatulent, (obviously his pretty wife Kathy just wanted to get rid of him all summers.), we have since hiked together now for a very long time. Why? Who knows, especially as we both are solo artist bassholes. Maybe it is because he does know how to fish a little, enjoys/has access to all the pre-hike research on secret “Big Trout '' lakes, then anally plans everything to the most minute detail. He likes to lead and best of all, Mike is slow. Coincidently, I am lazy but I do know how to cook trout. Maybe it is because we mostly hike alone and he knows when to keep his mouth shut. Maybe it’s that we both have mutual respect and amazingly similar gear. Maybe it's the daiquiris,
It came to the point where I would just ask how many days this trip…(usually 15+)...and he'd pick me up all packed at the Curry Arch. Afterwards, maybe a few days rest up here home in Mammoth and then we would go out and do another of his planned secret adventures, and maybe one more trip after too. I never asked...just tagged alomg happily. This lack of planning on my part but getting to fish the most amazing lakes previously unknown lasted for over a decade, Undoubtedly the best hiking partner ever.
However, recently Father Time is winning...now have a hard time doing ~7 Sierra backpack miles when once could boast consecutive high 30’s. Getting old sucks.
Not being as dumb as I look, a few years back, finagled a summer-season job at the Tuolumne Store ...not a bad back yard. its location, a nexus of backpackers, dirtbags, and drive-throughs. All summer long, in the midst of all this “wilderness meets a store” alcohol and drug drama and trauma...seen it all... have learned a few things about most of the younger backpackers met out on the picnic tables...You can’t tell them anything...most already know it all.
Mike is right again - teaching any class on the subtleties of wilderness etiquette, to today’s youth (if previously unknown), would be tough...Not my idea of a good time.
pardon my ramblings,
mark