Buffalo Valley Ranch
Travel Blogs from Moran
D17: Marston Pass and Traversing Snow in August
The world outside of the sleeping bag didn't matter. Poking my head into the air of the tent, I encountered a chill quite unbecoming to my senses and quickly retreated into the cozy warmth of my sleeping quarters as a turtle retreats into his shell. Boy, was it cold. But, the day had to begin, for laziness is not a quality appreciated either by the wilderness or by myself. Though, that truth does little for one's mood when waking up to a 30 degree ...
D16: The Longest Day
... 4 pound), which is really the most imperative part of any wilderness breakfast :).
My stomach bursting at the seams with sugary oatmush, we got into our hiking groups and sat down for a map briefing. The hike was described as a relatively flat 8-9 miles. The first half would be off-trail while the second would be on what Nan called "a superhighway" compared to what we walked on the last few days. Worked for me. I took a cursory look at the contour ...
D15: Over the Mountain and Through the Saddle
... which were surprisingly awesome, especially when dipped in brown sugar!
At 7:30, we were off onto the trail that the ITeam and I scouted the day before. Finding the cairns delighted me, knowing that we'd blazed the trail just last night. The cairns dutifully led us back to the drainage Annemarie and Nan had found the night before. It was extremely steep, much steeper that I expected. I found myself leaning forward at a 45 degree angle to keep ...
D14: Scouting a Mountain Pass
... the joyous experience when it came time to knead the biscuit dough with my hands. It was cold and wet, a perfect mix for getting your hands nice and frozen on a cold morning. Though, the consistency of the dough was very good, and I was delighted to think about what a cheesy biscuit might taste like. Before I could so indulge myself, they of course had to be cooked. And here I sat with 2 hands full of goopy dough and an unlit stove. For the next 5 ...
D10: More Food!
... Just not for breakfast)
We had to hike about a mile and a half from our campsite to a beach on the Thorofare River, which is where our re-ration would take place. Before getting our food, however, we had to thoroughly clean our pots and pans. No big deal. By this point I was used to cleaning a pot for 10 minutes, then scrubbing it with warm water and my hands. Kinda fun actually, you get a sense of accomplishment from a totally clean pan that ...