The first annual Young Women's High Adventure Backpacking Hike, of course!
Last week Mark and I joined up with our comrade Geoff to escort 8 brave girls into the wilderness. We hiked the Eagle Creek trail to Wahtum Lake, and then we returned to the Columbia Gorge via the Herman Creek trail.
By the way...are you wondering what that huge black thing is on the back of his pack? He was so sweet to the girls. He insisted on packing in a 5-gallon bucket, minus the bottom. It was basically a cylinder. He attached a little toilet seat to the top and set it up as a potty for the girls each night in camp. The girls loved him for it. Along with his nickname "Monica," he was also "Porter"...as in porta-potty porter. By the end of the hike he said he was a pooped porta-potty porter. He never complained about the awkward bundle on the back of his pack, not once. (By the way, it wasn't smelly or anything. All of the waste was buried back in the hole beneath the bottomless bucket. It wasn't heavy either, just awkward.)
Before we left Wahtum Lake, I asked each of the girls to pose for a backpacking portrait. Throughout the hike they gave each other trail names, so that's what I'll be using with their photos.
Yes, it's really spelled that way. Because she's a sassy gal.
Because she made sure the pudding bites came out even.
She has her hair braided, so you don't get the full effect here. Believe me, it's an appropriate name.
Because she throws a box of baby wipes like it's dangerous knives. Just like in The Hunger Games.
Not only because of the great clothes...she also had a "tie-dye" colored bruise after falling on the rocks during one of the creek crossings.
Because she wished she had brought her Birkenstocks for camp shoes...
Look out if she's setting up a tent near you! She has a wicked aim with the tent poles.
And the chipmunks ran for their lives when she had a rock in her hand.
Truly a Warrior Princess
You already know the story...
The Old Cow's Tail..."OCT" for short
Yes, it's true...I'm 58 years old, and I was generally the last in line.
Hey, I was just glad to be out there at all!
Cabbage...or Chewbaca...or The Blister Whisperer
Mark and I called him "our hero"! Geoff was great with the youth, an experienced hiker & backpacker, younger than us, tall, and strong! He tells great stories and corny jokes...always an asset along the trail. Last but not least, he really was good at helping with foot care, too.
We witnessed this tree falling, only about 200 feet away from where we were sitting and eating lunch.
To say that we were a little spooked is an understatement. "What if, what if, what if..."