Threedognight
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How long and how many trips did it take you guys to pack this all out?
This country's hard on people. You can't stop what's coming.
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7 hours since trigger pulling and we are sitting amongst our treasure at camp, eating dinner. The high was real but it was fading. Rapidly being replaced by the reality of what we had left to do.
Holy shit did we have a lot of work left to do.
We will start with a round trip tomorrow. A big meat load to the truck and get back to camp. We anticipate three trips to the truck in total are needed.
#*^@#*
Holy shit did we have a lot of work left to do.
We will start with a round trip tomorrow. A big meat load to the truck and get back to camp. We anticipate three trips to the truck in total are needed.
#*^@#*
WNC2500
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Charlie Bob
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Wow , what a feat ! Awesome stuff .
We don't get up as early as we should. Hurry through breakfast and coffee.
We still intend to do a round trip today. We are sleeping here tonight.
Time to bone out meat and get loaded up. It all takes a while. But we finally set off around 10:15 am. I really consider that we oughta grab our sleeping gear in case. I shove the thought down though, we need to force ourselves to come back.
I've got my two boned out hinds, the choice cuts, and the grind pile. Total pack weight is in the ball park of 100 lbs. Could I do more? Actually, I'm really not sure, given what it felt like getting ourselves out here with 65lb packs.
We set off around 10:30 am and begin our slog. It begins with a mile or so of downhill and our ridgeline provides some occasional relief from the intense tussocky tundra. It gives a false sense of security that this might not be so bad.
We still intend to do a round trip today. We are sleeping here tonight.
Time to bone out meat and get loaded up. It all takes a while. But we finally set off around 10:15 am. I really consider that we oughta grab our sleeping gear in case. I shove the thought down though, we need to force ourselves to come back.
I've got my two boned out hinds, the choice cuts, and the grind pile. Total pack weight is in the ball park of 100 lbs. Could I do more? Actually, I'm really not sure, given what it felt like getting ourselves out here with 65lb packs.
We set off around 10:30 am and begin our slog. It begins with a mile or so of downhill and our ridgeline provides some occasional relief from the intense tussocky tundra. It gives a false sense of security that this might not be so bad.
El Jason
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Embrace the suck.
The hours drag on. It's wildly disheartening when you realize how far you've gone over a given time frame. The pack cuts into your shoulders, the tundra claws at your feet and seems alive in it's ability to kick you off balance, causing you to step backwards or sideways. Every time you lose your balance you have to stop and reassess your footing. The tundra has it's own unique way of forcing you into a 1 step forward 2 steps backward rhythm at times. The legs burn. The hip belts hurt. The relentless need to put extra push in each step off the spongey tundra floor wreaks havoc on the balls of your feet after so many hours. My blistery heel hurts like hell.
When you realize you're only halfway through your nearly 9 mile trek, it starts to become really mentally destabilizing.
We are busting through caribou along the way. Keeps things interesting.
Need a pack break. We eat wild blueberries, throw down snickers, suck down water, and keep pushing.
I think we are each silently realizing, without saying anything to each other about it yet, that we may have made a grave, grave mistake in leaving our sleeping gear at camp.
When you realize you're only halfway through your nearly 9 mile trek, it starts to become really mentally destabilizing.
We are busting through caribou along the way. Keeps things interesting.
Need a pack break. We eat wild blueberries, throw down snickers, suck down water, and keep pushing.
I think we are each silently realizing, without saying anything to each other about it yet, that we may have made a grave, grave mistake in leaving our sleeping gear at camp.
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It genuinely feels like you're never gonna get there. But we do.
And it's almost 7 pm. We're not going back to camp tonight are we? By the time we make and eat dinner, fill water, and get back to it...
Well, we could do it, but it just feels senseless. It is such a freaking haul. So, here we are, at the safety of the truck, but without sleeping pads and bags.
Whatever, first things first, let's warm up and consume calories. I mean, you are truly kind of famished at this point. We grab sodas, apples, oranges, I grab a protein shake, and we snag our second of three bags of chips and head to cab to turn on the engine and warm up. The bag of chips is gone before long. It was hands down one of the most enjoyable things I've consumed in my life. Something to write home about. Those chips. My god.
Boots off, nursing feet. My heel looks like hell. No wonder it felt like hell.
We better go make real dinner soon. But no one wants to leave the cab of the truck.
We opt for Kraft Mac and Andouille sausage. I really don't know what we would've done if my WhisperLite was not in the truck.
We rationalize that with having no milk we better put, like, oh, 4-5x the amount of butter than the instructions call for.
This glorious meal is my Ella Langley to another's Sydney Sweeney.
Keep the comfort coming cause tonight's gonna suck.
And it's almost 7 pm. We're not going back to camp tonight are we? By the time we make and eat dinner, fill water, and get back to it...
Well, we could do it, but it just feels senseless. It is such a freaking haul. So, here we are, at the safety of the truck, but without sleeping pads and bags.
Whatever, first things first, let's warm up and consume calories. I mean, you are truly kind of famished at this point. We grab sodas, apples, oranges, I grab a protein shake, and we snag our second of three bags of chips and head to cab to turn on the engine and warm up. The bag of chips is gone before long. It was hands down one of the most enjoyable things I've consumed in my life. Something to write home about. Those chips. My god.
Boots off, nursing feet. My heel looks like hell. No wonder it felt like hell.
We better go make real dinner soon. But no one wants to leave the cab of the truck.
We opt for Kraft Mac and Andouille sausage. I really don't know what we would've done if my WhisperLite was not in the truck.
We rationalize that with having no milk we better put, like, oh, 4-5x the amount of butter than the instructions call for.
This glorious meal is my Ella Langley to another's Sydney Sweeney.
Keep the comfort coming cause tonight's gonna suck.
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