Showing posts with label hiking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hiking. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Ron Hikes Trail of Tears... and Then Writes a Book!

I am not QUITE finished reading Ron Cooper's book, It's My Trail, Too. But I wrote a review anyway.  I'll probably finish reading it tonight. You can read more about his adventures on his Facebook page as well.  His book is available on Amazon-- you should buy it!  835 miles of awesomeness... and a surprising number of dogs.

It's My Trail, Too: A Comanche Indian's Journey on the Cherokee Trail of TearsIt's My Trail, Too: A Comanche Indian's Journey on the Cherokee Trail of Tears by Ronald R. Cooper

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I can't give this book any less than five stars because... well... the author is married to one of my oldest friends and is also a dear friend to me. 

Aside from that, I still recommend this book for anyone interested in long-distance backpacking, American history or the Trail of Tears itself. 

Cooper does a fantastic job interweaving the personal challenges and frustrations of a long-distance hike with his aspirations for the hike, his philosophical ponderings, his spiritual reflections, and an impressive knowledge of American history and the history of the Trail.  I am almost finished reading, and the thing that strikes me most about this book is how many open-ended questions he uncovers about the trail, and how many specific places he leaves in his wake that have the potential to be researched and validated as newly recognized portions of the TOT or witness buildings. Although I am not an expert on the TOT, it seems to me that he has made important contributions to the historical preservation of the Trail.  I am also leaving with a much more in-depth understanding of the logistics of his undertaking-- nobody had this all mapped out and established before he started.  It's much different than hiking many of the established trail systems that go long distances-- he really did re-pave the way for others who would want to attempt what he did. Wouldn't it be cool if there were enough interest in this walk, and if some of the local/ state TOT societies created informal hostels or small areas of private or public land designated for hikers on the trail who wanted a place to camp? 

I am also incredibly impressed at the commitment Kristal made to these logistics and to enhancing Ron's ability to connect with others along the way.  I can only imagine all of the driving, e-mails, phone calls, weather forecasts, RV-related tasks, etc. involved.  She is a true life's companion to help Ron achieve his dream.

One minor technical detail:  I was distracted by the sheer volume of exclamation points throughout the book.  However, I did find Ron's upbeat attitude, positivity and sense of humor endearing, and the exclamation points are only a surface level expression of that.  So, you go, Ron!!!!!!



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Friday, August 17, 2012

Hiking Stuff

Ahhh...

The weather has cooled a few degrees here in Southern AZ, and tomorrow I'm taking the kids out for our first "fall" hike.  We didn't get to hike much over the summer-- we couldn't quite escape the heat most of the time and never did make it up Mt. Lemmon (weirdly).  And so I just collected my gear and sorted it into what I'd need tomorrow and what I only take on longer backpacks.  Into my smaller,  28 liter pack with a wishbone wire hoop suspension and aircraft aluminum internal frame(my gift to myself for completing my national board portfolio), I put my first aid kit (including blister pads), Gerber mini multitool, alcohol-based hand sanitizer, compass/safety whistle, monocle, nanotowl, broad spectrum UVA/UVB sunscreen, windbreaker in a stuff sack, matches in waterproof Girl-Scout-nostalgio-retro orange canister, trekking poles, laminated wildlife guides, trail book, and my reservoir.  Or, if you prefer, bladder.  A.K.A. Camelbak. I can't find my bandanas and I think Rich stole them.  Just a theory.

In the fall of 2009 I began training to hike the Grand Canyon rim to rim (which I did with five other women, led by our fearless leader Suzanne.) When I first began, I had a lot of weight to lose. I hadn't hiked in a very long time. I was honestly afraid I wouldn't be ready for the Grand Canyon the following June. Suzanne had total confidence in all of us. I promised myself that I would not buy equipment until I showed myself that I was actually going to do this.

I began in my $35 cross-trainers and regular clothing.  After four or five hikes, I invested in good boots, and wool socks (which made a HUGE difference).  Then came good water bottles.  Soon after, a reservoir.  Even though my day pack wasn't built for one, it was worth rigging it in there to avoid having to stop to open a bottle to get a sip of water.  I couldn't believe I had to spend $30 on that.  After that, I didn't buy much for a while.  Good shoes and easy water were all I really needed to train.

But part of the fun of new hobbies is learning the tools of the hobby.  Beyond the inspiring and renewing experience of being outdoors and witnessing the most glorious spring wildflower display anyone could ever remember seeing, our group found much material pleasure in discussing the pros and cons of various equipment.  During the last 6-8 weeks of training I purchased my trekking poles, multitool, 40 liter backpack, ripstop nylon convertible hiking pants, spork, lightweight wide-brim hat, collapsible bowl, etc., etc.  I had proven my commitment to myself, and if I was going to be a backpacker, at my age and weight better equipment definitely helped me enjoy myself more.

Our other favorite topic of conversation during our training hikes was trail snacks.  However, that's a topic for another blog entry.  I must go sleep, rest being another priority high on my hiking preparation list.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Hiking Sycamore Dam Trail with the Kiddos & Friend & Friend.

My Blackberry camera really stinks and our real camera is broken.  I wish these were a bit better, but at least they capture the day a bit.

Desert Mariposa Lily... possibly my new favorite wildflower.  Wow! The bloom was over 2" in diameter. 
The downhill side toward Sycamore Dam.  It was very dry (you can see).

Terrible shot of a beautiful blue dick with a ladybug crawling around.



Froggie friend scampering vertically up a boulder, near the dam.

Kids at the dam.  Awesome hikers!

Right before snack time-- they look pleased.


Goofy shot of me and Heather.  I think I was saying something.
Hiking back up toward the Arizona Trail marker.  Still lots of fire damage-- very sun-exposed.  Is that from 2005?

L. posing.  So demure.  Tougher than she looks.  She was a great hiker!

L. shows me her strawberry she's eating.  Thanks!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Art Hike / NaNoWriMo Day 12 / Should Be Doing Nat'l Board Portfolio

Here I am at the TOB (the Transitional Office Building) which sounds like quite an uninspiring place to write, but in fact is filled with the history of dozens of SAWP writers buzzing away at their keyboards and notebooks; before that it was filled with hundreds of sorority girls for however many years blow-drying their hair and writing each other's mid-term essays.  We are not sure what it is transitioning from or to... but we are part of that mysterious transition.  It's been this way for years and years.

Yesterday, I took the kids for a hike to Pontatoc Ridge trail, I think my favorite trail with quick and easy access. It's closer than Sabino, with fewer people, and within a couple hundred yards you are pretty much in the lush desert, with lots of ups, downs, arroyos and, intermittently, gorgeous views all around town and beyond. I get tired of having to hike the road at Sabino. 

We took a)  the dog, and b) sketchpads for each of us.  Oh, and my daughter would not want me to leave out c) snacks. 

My son spent at least an hour going through my drawer of hiking equipment and packing his small frame pack so that he could carry the dog in back.  I took out many of the items he had included, such as hand-warmers and the knot-tying game.  But I enjoyed seeing him so focused and excited about the hike.  Both kids did great-- many of the rocky parts of the trail were a real challenge to my daughter, who is a tall five-year-old, but she loved scrambling up them and felt very accomplished.  Markey was patient, though a little anxious, in the backpack, and we didn't even receive any disapproving looks from ethical hikers who follow the rules (no dogs).  I don't think Markey would have run after a javelina or taken down a bighorn sheep.  He only weighs 4 1/2 pounds.  My daughter carried her own water in a reservoir-- yea!  That was (literally) a load off my shoulders. 

We had kind of a late start, and it's getting dark early, now.  We made it maybe 3/4 of the way up the switchbacks, and ran out of time, so we found a good spot and stopped to sketch. 

I am amazed at his drawing.  We only sat for about 30 minutes.  Wow.
My daughter drew this and that-- she would draw something and then have me guess whether it was something that she saw around her, or something that wasn't here.  First she drew part of the ridge across from us, which I recognized.  Then she drew vampire teeth.  Then a butterfly.

Good times!

Now I'm warmed up and should move onward toward my NaNoWriMo novel before my students out-wordcount me into oblivion.  Perhaps I will have a scene of artwork en plein air.