The Darkness: “It’s just before 7am… I’m going to the ranger station to see if we can get repermitted so we don’t have to do two more twenties in a row. Wanna come?”Me: “I’ll get there…I woke up around midnight and thought my head was downhill, so I flipped and didn’t flip the sleeping pad and now my stuff is confusing.”
The Darkness: “I heard…so your head was at the short end?”
Me: “…yeah… I’ll get there, go ahead”
No such luck on getting repermitted. Although, The Darkness did report that the ranger’s eyes bugged out of his head when he heard we made it through the Highline trail.
In that case, we went to get breakfast and the boxes of food we had sent. I did manage to get on the restaurant/hotel Wi-Fi during breakfast, but it was slower than dial up. I had odd visions of the AOL slow signing on process while I tried to load a few pages.
After going back to the campground, we packed up our stuff and food bags. It was also a slow process despite having a pass and twenty miles to do.
We did manage to leave around 10:30 and stumble our way out of RV land. We worked our way up Piegan Pass slowly but surely with heavy food bags. We took the trail around the north side of the lake per Jonathan Ley’s map’s advice. The weather was beautiful, every water source flowed, and the grade eased up at a steady rate…life was good. We meandered up the u-shaped valley until a beautiful spot on top. Two others we had met at the campground, Sarah and Jo, leap frogged us to the pass. Breathtaking views broke away on either side.
We came down the pass through a thick forest and plunged down to cross the park’s one road. Cars were everywhere and we left promptly back into the woods. The Darkness and I stopped in Reynolds Campground to cook dinner because it was almost 7 pm and we still had five miles to go.
Instead of doing a 30 mile day out of Many Glacier, we opted to hike five miles off the CDT to Gunsight campsite thereby doing two twenties instead of a thirty.
After a thorough debate on breaking the permit and staying at Reynolds instead, we decided it was too close to the road and therefore too large a chance of getting caught, so we hiked onward and upward.
Gunsight campsite was beautiful and the five miles would have been fine if we had energy. We barely had enough energy to hang our food, pitch tents, and pass out.
Clink. Clink. Clink. “Shit, it’s a bear! Heeeey bear…” “Damn, I don’t have my bear spray…”
I look at my watch. 2:04 am. Fuck. I don’t hear anything but these idiots. I roll over and fall back to sleep.
In the morning, I went to eat breakfast and talked to a cool dude from Utah who said the “bear” was actually a deer and the Portland guys were freaked out over nothing.
I had no energy that morning. I should have drank a liter of water and had a snack before bed after those last five miles but didn’t, so I sat and pounded well over a liter in the morning with my expertly packed granola and probiotic powder (thanks Mom!!). Two others came to eat as well and also wanted to know what the Portland guys were yammering on about the previous night.
We all got to talking and the usual thru hiker stuff of “what have you hiked” and “what year” and “Do you know ____” kinda stuff when something interesting happened.
Dude: “I hiked the AT in 07.”
Me: “oh, do you know Hop-a-long?”
Dude: Cracks up hysterically…”Yes, I hiked with her!”
Me: “Were you part of the ‘swat’ team then?!”
Chick: “oh no, the famous swat team!”
Dude: “Yeah!!! I’m Misplaced!”
Me: “I’ve heard so many stories about you after hiking with Hop-a-long on the PCT in 2012!”
Misplaced: “Oh no, now that’s a small world!”
After a lengthy breakfast, I headed out a bit before The Darkness. Trotting down the trail, I looked for the brilliant swimming hole I had spotted the previous evening. It was the summer solstice, i.e. International Hike Naked Day, however, I thought the park service might give me a ticket for that, so I thought I’d settle for jumping in some glacial melt water naked instead.
I found the spot, and like I remembered, it had no trail to it, so I bushwhacked about 25 feet down to it, bringing my bright orange pack with me. Within a few minutes, I managed to wade waist deep into the stream. Then I looked up. A person was walking the trail up toward Gunsight. A person with a walkie-talkie. A person in a drab green uniform. Park ranger. Shit Shit Shit. I froze…literally and figuratively. The ranger either didn’t see me or was choosing not to bother. I waited. My legs were beginning to numb. I ducked under and shot straight back up again after the cold surrounded me. I got back to the creek bank and dried off and threw my hiking dress back on. Safe.
I bushwhacked back up to the trail soaking wet banging my calf hard on a fallen log and jumped into the trail right before The Darkness who gave me an interesting look as blood ran down my leg. Luckily, she had the permit and the ranger checked it. I patched up my leg, got the rest of my stuff on, and said I’d meet her at the junction back with the CDT.
We had an “easy” 20 mile day on the schedule, five miles of which we had already completed. The rest of the day’s agenda included: waking ten miles around Mary Lake through incredibly brushy trail which varied between waist high and over my head high as well as five nukes through a burn.
The ten miles around the lake was easy enough but the bear scat kept getting more fresh with more flies as we walked. I began singing random 90s songs that came into my head when a musky, mothball smell entered my nose. Sure enough, around the next two bends, a dark mass of bear began running away from me. Great. Now I get to follow it.
I proceed with caution hoping my tone deaf 90s songs will scare it away. Into the burn I went, where I could at least see further. The fire ecology going on there was great. Fresh batches of thick lodgepole grew in some parts and fields of purple lupines grew in others. And then I got the sense that I wasn’t alone. A bit later, I saw a bear mass moving away from me again. They appeared to be different colors and the second was definitely bigger, but I didn’t get a good glimpse at either to see what kind of bears they were.
That evening, The Darkness and I camped at Red Eagle Lake and had the campground to ourselves. We picked the campsite with the least widow makers near it in the burn.
In the morning, we had a mere 15 miles and one pass, so we were excited. We passed and leap frogged Sarah and Jo. We slogged up Triple Divide Pass and took a nice long break on top with some very friendly marmots. So friendly that they were trying to lick all our stuff and ourselves. Except, then they felt the need to try and steal a trekking pole and an ice axe. They didn’t get very far, but it was still surprising. They wanted that salt. We are salty beings!
The Darkness: “You lick me, can I lick you marmot? Can this be a two way relationship?”
Sarah: “Take what you can get!”
Then Canadian Ken came.
Canadian Ken: “You all are the prettiest ladies I’ve seen all day!”
The Darkness: “Are we the only ladies you’ve seen today?”
Canadian Ken: “Yeah, how’d you know that?!”
We headed down the pass and up to Morning Star Lake to camp. In the morning we ate breakfast with some South Texas folks who had some very distinct views on Obama. They were also wearing blue jeans and flannels while warming theirs hands over a Coleman stove they carried up still in the cardboard box.
I busted out of there pretty quickly and followed the snow upward following some sort of canine tracks. This pass seemed considerably easier, but we only had to go up 2,000 feet or so and had only 12 miles.
There was one drift near the top of Pitamakan Pass (which I decided to call pita makin) which could have been sketchy, but it was really soft so it went fine in sandals.
We took a long break at the top. Jonathan Ley’s map suggests that for more adventure, we should traverse Mt Morgan above Cut Bank Pass and the normal trail down by Old Man Lake was only fine if we were old men. Well, my knee felt like an old man.
While we sat and enjoyed the pass, an older guy named Bruce from Missoula came sauntering down from the other side of Mt Morgan with a spectacular wood handle ice axe and a great white mustache.
The Darkness: “Where’d you get that ice axe?”
Bruce: “I made it”
And that was that.
Ten minutes later an Italian man named Mateo trotted up from Two Medicine with a shit eating grin on his face.
We said hi and he paused, leaves in his trekking poles and unknowingly showed off his gigantic quads.
Mateo: “I am from the Italian Alps and I work as a park ranger there. This feels like home!!”
And he trotted away, bouncing quickly down the trail in the opposite direction.
At Two Medicine, we went to the store and found the “backcountry” site with help from a friendly dude who was missing some teeth, wearing a Yeti t-shirt.
Dude: “Well, I was fishing over yonder (points to a point by the large creek) and saw a moose the first day. Then I was fishing over yonder (points to a different spot) by the bushes and there’s a beaver pond. I just about needed more fishing line! Oh right, the backcountry site is yonder (points in the opposite direction into RV land).”
Me: “Thanks dude, I like your shirt!”
Dude: “Thanks, it’s my cousin’s! I’ve been looking for him!”
On our way out the next day we ran into him again.
Me: “Good luck finding your cousin!”
Dude: “Thanks! I offered him a beer and a hot dog last time, but haven’t seen him!”