Review of The Concrete Pipes off I-84





4 out of 5 stars
If you’re used to luxury hotels with lots of amenities and nearby local attractions, this is not the place for you. If you’re just searching for an inexpensive place to rest after a long day on the road, however, look no farther than this quaint humble abode off the beaten path near Tremonton, Utah.
The outside is nothing special, but the rooms were clean and new. In fact, I wondered if we were the first people to ever sleep in them.
I would have given five stars if it were easier to get out to pee in the middle of the night. It’s as though head room wasn't even considered during construction. Although, the rooms were small, I swear the bathrooms were as large as the earth itself!
I would have given five stars if it were easier to get out to pee in the middle of the night. It’s as though head room wasn't even considered during construction. Although, the rooms were small, I swear the bathrooms were as large as the earth itself!
The Concrete Pipes Off I-84 are certainly not for everyone, but this weary traveler found them cozy and charming. I would absolutely stay here again.
Pros: Cost, only $0 with our 10% AAA discount
No Spiders
Cons: Legality
Finally a Ride to Salt Lake City
This girl saw two guys walking along Highway 191 in the middle of the Utah desert, one wearing all black (me), and decided she needed to save us from ourselves. She drove us over 3 hours to Salt Lake City.
We went into Utah expecting hitching to be easier, but got stuck instead, so Whit, if you're reading this thanks again! You got us back on schedule!
We went into Utah expecting hitching to be easier, but got stuck instead, so Whit, if you're reading this thanks again! You got us back on schedule!
Hitching in Utah
Desperate times call for desperate measures. We have been unable to get a ride in Utah, so we made signs.
New sign #1
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Alright, let's try this again with new sign #2 |
Okay how is sign #3 not working! |
I think people are just more leery of hitchhikers in Utah, so I thought I would make them feel more at ease with sign #4. |
Denver or Bust
"I don't think we're going to get a ride with this adult superstore behind us," I said.
It wasn't a great hitching spot for a few reasons, but the exit we wanted to hitch from ended up being under construction. There was no where else we could legally hitch.
An old pickup truck went by, but didn't stop. A minute later it came back up the road and pulled over.
"Are you guys good on food?" A man as old and ragged as the truck said. He didn't seem to have a lot (of money or teeth), but he still tried to hand us a few dollar bills. "I just wanted make sure you boys had money to get yourselves some biscuits."
"Thank you, but we're good on food," Red said. "We're just trying to hitch west."
He wasn't going our way, but so many people who thought we were homeless or just down on our luck have tried to help us. Fifty-six hitches since the Atlantic Ocean and we've seen nothing but kindness.
Actually fifty-seven now. After an hour of trying to solicit a ride with a porn store fifty yards behind us, a man picked us up in a blue PT Cruiser.
"Where you headed?" he said.
"As far west as you can take us," I said. "Where are you going?"
"Sacramento."
"Our next stop is Denver."
He pondered it for a couple seconds then said, "Alright, get in. I'll get you to Denver."
I admit, at first, I thought there was something off about the guy. He seemed upset about something. He said he had health issues that we later discovered was bi-polar disorder due to his time in the military. Also, he wore a strange leather wrist cuff with metal loops and studs that clinked when he moved his arms, but what do I know about fashion anyway?
Turns out my concerns were only in my head. He was as friendly and good as the fifty-six drivers before him. And after talking with him on our 500 mile hitch, I realized he was not unlike us. He too left his old life behind to start something new. He too was heading west to live a dream that others told him was crazy. Only, instead of hiking a long distance trail like us, he was going west to become a sex slave for a gay couple in Sacramento that he met online.
To each their own I guess.
It wasn't a great hitching spot for a few reasons, but the exit we wanted to hitch from ended up being under construction. There was no where else we could legally hitch.
An old pickup truck went by, but didn't stop. A minute later it came back up the road and pulled over.
"Are you guys good on food?" A man as old and ragged as the truck said. He didn't seem to have a lot (of money or teeth), but he still tried to hand us a few dollar bills. "I just wanted make sure you boys had money to get yourselves some biscuits."
"Thank you, but we're good on food," Red said. "We're just trying to hitch west."
He wasn't going our way, but so many people who thought we were homeless or just down on our luck have tried to help us. Fifty-six hitches since the Atlantic Ocean and we've seen nothing but kindness.
Actually fifty-seven now. After an hour of trying to solicit a ride with a porn store fifty yards behind us, a man picked us up in a blue PT Cruiser.
"Where you headed?" he said.
"As far west as you can take us," I said. "Where are you going?"
"Sacramento."
"Our next stop is Denver."
He pondered it for a couple seconds then said, "Alright, get in. I'll get you to Denver."
I admit, at first, I thought there was something off about the guy. He seemed upset about something. He said he had health issues that we later discovered was bi-polar disorder due to his time in the military. Also, he wore a strange leather wrist cuff with metal loops and studs that clinked when he moved his arms, but what do I know about fashion anyway?
Turns out my concerns were only in my head. He was as friendly and good as the fifty-six drivers before him. And after talking with him on our 500 mile hitch, I realized he was not unlike us. He too left his old life behind to start something new. He too was heading west to live a dream that others told him was crazy. Only, instead of hiking a long distance trail like us, he was going west to become a sex slave for a gay couple in Sacramento that he met online.
To each their own I guess.
The Little Apple

"What are you guys doing out here, besides soliciting a ride illegally?"
"Well I don't like the sound of that," I said. "We got dropped off here from a ride in Missouri and weren't sure what the law was in Kansas yet." That wasn't even close to true. Unlike most of the state, I knew hitching was illegal in this particular county in Kansas, but that's where we got dropped off and you gotta do what can gotta do.
That I didn't know. "What an ineffective pointless law," I thought. We walked to a gas station to find a marker and cardboard. We got back on the road with our pizza box sign with Denver written on one side and West on the other.
Thirty minutes later, we were back on the roadside when a federal firefighter for the Department of Defense and the Department of Emergency Services, named Ramon picked us up.
We liked Ramon immediately, but what set the ride apart from others was stopping for a wine tasting at a local winery and getting a tour of his town of Manhattan, Kansas. A small town dubbed, The Little Apple.
Ramon got us 115 miles farther and proved to us again that hitching is the best way to travel across the country.
He talked about us on his latest podcast you can listen to it here:
http://misadventuresoframon.libsyn.com
http://misadventuresoframon.libsyn.com
Thank You Courtney from Texas!
The sun was brutal. We weren't getting a ride, so we lugged our packs along the unshaded roadside for a better place to hitch. I occasionally poured water on my head for some relief and Red had to stop to put on more layers of sunscreen to counteract his pale skin ginger curse.
Thankfully, we were saved by a series of hitches. Two by the same incredibly generous guy named Patrick, and a third by a girl named Mac. Mac recommended a Mexican restaurant called Los Jimadores, so dropped us off out front. This didn't really fit into our budget, but we needed some time out of the sun. Red and I looked at each other and simultaneously said, "donation money?"
We received a donation from Courtney in Texas that we were saving for such a moment. Thank you Courtney, you turned Macon, Missouri into an oasis!
Nellie's Restaurant
We got a great hitch from a local business owner. On the ride, I learned that some of his old stomping grounds were near Shirley, Arkansas, a 2.5 square mile town with just over 300 residents, a place I have some roots and a place he lovingly called "God's Country.
"Tell you what I'm going to do," he said. "I own this restaurant up here."
"Okay, I like where this is going," I said.
"You can eat anything you want, I'm buying." he said and ensured us this was the best food around. "If you don't leave here full, it's your own damn fault."
And we did. I would go so far as to say painfully full. If you're reading this, thank you Stephen! The food, atmosphere, and the staff were excellent!
Cemetery Adjacent
Midnight Hitch
When the sun goes down, so do our hitching thumbs. Nobody has ever given me a ride at night, which doesn't surprise me at all. That's why I was surprised when, at almost midnight, a car stopped. I was even more surprised when I heard a young girl's voice say, "You guys need a ride?"
She was wearing a sparkly headband and smiling brightly. After our experiences with impaired drivers, I wondered if she just left a party. It just seemed like alcohol or other drugs were necessary for this girl to stop for us.
We got in, introduced ourselves, and pulled away.
She was wearing a sparkly headband and smiling brightly. After our experiences with impaired drivers, I wondered if she just left a party. It just seemed like alcohol or other drugs were necessary for this girl to stop for us.
We got in, introduced ourselves, and pulled away.
"Are you just leaving a party?" Red said. I guess he could read my mind.
"No," she said in a why-do-you-ask tone. "Do you guys like music?" She said, and put on Christian gangsta rap, which is apparently a thing. It turns out she wasn't impaired at all, just a fearlessly good person.
She dropped us off at a city park, which doesn't technically allow camping, but this is where we setup our tents for the night. In the morning, we tested out the playground equipment for safety, then headed back to the road.
"No," she said in a why-do-you-ask tone. "Do you guys like music?" She said, and put on Christian gangsta rap, which is apparently a thing. It turns out she wasn't impaired at all, just a fearlessly good person.
Visiting Family
(Photo: Sister Stephanie, Me, Dad Mike, Brother Michael, Sister Christy) |
Red and I hitched up to Indiana to see my family before we head west for half a year. We had cookouts, laughs, Pizza King, and Red got a tour of my life, so he could have faces and places to go along with the stories I tell.
Afterwards, we spent the night at my mom's house in Peru, Indiana. While unpacking and setting up our places to sleep, I saw Red sitting on the couch sort of staring at nothing.
"You alright?" I said.
(Photo: My mom, Kathy, and step-dad, Warren) |
"You alright?" I said.
"Yeah," he said. "Just seeing your family happy today. I don't know. It made me realize I want a family of my own."
I feel like he summed it up better than I could no matter how many words I wrote, so I will leave it at that. Thank you everyone for the hospitality and food this weekend. I love you guys!
I feel like he summed it up better than I could no matter how many words I wrote, so I will leave it at that. Thank you everyone for the hospitality and food this weekend. I love you guys!
(Photo: Me and my gramma. Where I inherited my sarcastic sense of humor. I love this woman so much) |
(Photo: Brother-in-Law Gary, Sister Stephanie, Me, Dad Mike, Sister Christy, Step-mom Melissa, Future Sister-in-Law Misty, Brother Michael |
The Weirich Family (my mom's side) |
Never the Same Hitch Twice
(Photo: Me trying to get a hitch on horseback, ended up getting a ride in the truck) |
On the morning of day two, we hopped into the back of a pickup for our first hitch. Other than not getting to talk to the drivers, I love hitching in the back of a pickup. It makes me feel like a kid again. We sat against the back of the bed watching everything zoom away at 70 miles an hour. I thought of my grandpa driving us to his house on their hilly road, speeding up right before the crest of a hill to give us that roller coaster feeling in our stomachs. I'd see his smiling eyes in the rearview watching us laugh.
When the driver pulled over to let us out, he handed us a box of donuts, which we gladly scarfed down on the side of the Interstate.
"Hey, you guys want these quail?" he said. "They're still fresh, I just shot them this morning."
He picked up one of the quails with it's sad lifeless head drooped to one side.
Red was considering it. "Ooh, fresh quail?" he said.
"We won't be able to setup a campfire when stealth camping in town." I said.
"Yeah, you're right."
"We won't be able to setup a campfire when stealth camping in town." I said.
"Yeah, you're right."
Later that day, a twenty-two year old girl pulled over and rolled her window down a few inches.
"I'll give you a ride if you don't stab me." she said.
This made me smile. "It's a deal," I said and we got in.
"I've never seen a hitchhiker before," she said, which made me feel like a relic from a bygone era, like a milkman or something. "I figured if you were crazy, I could just out crazy you," she said and admitted she had a police baton ready at her side to beat me with if necessary. For some reason, this made me like her more. We talked about our lives and our trip. She was a cook who recently graduated from the Culinary Institute of America in Hyde Park, New York. Not only did she never need to break my face with a police baton, she actually drove us twice the distance than she was actually going.
(Photo: Virginia. Discovered rural areas are better for hitching) |
"It's actually comfortable back here," I said to Red.
"Yeah, well," he said. "I'm not sitting on any dead quail."
The rides on the following days were just as unique. One ride came from a really nice guy who had to blow into a police-issued breathalyzer every 10 minutes to keep his car running, due to DUIs. One from a man who happened to be in both the IT business (what I do for a living) and the restaurant business (what Red does). We crossed into Ohio thanks to a woman and her step son from Kentucky, just heading back home after visiting her husband in prison. Another particularly long hitch came from a couple who reminded me a little of the couple on Natural Born Killers, but in a sweet non-murdery way. He had ADHD, a police record, and a fiance in the passenger seat who adored every little thing about him.
"I never even got a speeding ticket until I met him," she said in a southern accent, petting a two-month old kitten in her lap. "And now I've been arrested and spent time in jail because of him."
It was easy to imagine him robbing a bank, just because he never tried before and her yelling "Come on baby, we got to go!" from behind the wheel of a getaway vehicle. "Did you have fun?" she would say as he hopped in.
I should say, I never felt like I was in any danger. When we got to our destination, he got out of the car to show us a place called Tent City in Huntington, West Virginia, the place the homeless, sleep, drink whiskey, and hang out around a campfire. We considered seeing what it was like to spend a night in Tent City, but by the time a man wandering the streets put his hand on my shoulder and asked if either of us wanted a foot massage, we were figuring out plan B.
Almost miraculously, I got a Facebook message from an old friend from high school who happened to live a mile from where we stood. I hadn't seen him for many years, but he took us in, treated us like family, and saved us from whoever else was lurking in Tent City. (Thank you Joe!)
Perhaps the most interesting character so far we met on an on-ramp in Virginia. He skidded to a stop in his red Beemer convertible and told us to "hop on in." He was in his early-seventies, leathery skin, long hair, repeatedly told us he doesn't like to play by the rules, and by far the most bigoted racist I have ever met.
It was easy to imagine him robbing a bank, just because he never tried before and her yelling "Come on baby, we got to go!" from behind the wheel of a getaway vehicle. "Did you have fun?" she would say as he hopped in.
I should say, I never felt like I was in any danger. When we got to our destination, he got out of the car to show us a place called Tent City in Huntington, West Virginia, the place the homeless, sleep, drink whiskey, and hang out around a campfire. We considered seeing what it was like to spend a night in Tent City, but by the time a man wandering the streets put his hand on my shoulder and asked if either of us wanted a foot massage, we were figuring out plan B.
(Photo: Joe and I on his porch) |
Perhaps the most interesting character so far we met on an on-ramp in Virginia. He skidded to a stop in his red Beemer convertible and told us to "hop on in." He was in his early-seventies, leathery skin, long hair, repeatedly told us he doesn't like to play by the rules, and by far the most bigoted racist I have ever met.
"What do you think of this car?" he said.
"It's nice!" I said while finding a place to put my feet on the garbage on the floor. "Seems like a fun little car to drive out here on these windy roads."
"I paid $600 for this car," he said and pulled away telling me the story of how he bought it, a story that showcased his hatred for anyone not heterosexual and white. Before we even got from the on-ramp and onto the highway, he used the N-word three times.
Two minutes into the ride, he said, "I got gay-dar!" for no real reason, yelling over the sound of the wind.
"This should be good," I thought. He told me a story about how he had to go to court recently. I won't go into the full story here, but it basically came down to him threatening a homosexual for being a homosexual. "If they just stayed in the closet, I wouldn't mind them!"
"This should be good," I thought. He told me a story about how he had to go to court recently. I won't go into the full story here, but it basically came down to him threatening a homosexual for being a homosexual. "If they just stayed in the closet, I wouldn't mind them!"
By minute five, he hadn't even started on Mexicans yet, but they had their turn coming. I don't know how he did it, but he somehow managed to turn "Mexican" into a racial slur. I just smiled and nodded. In all his hate, he seemed like a happy guy. He wore his bigotry with pride.
(Photo: Otis, our favorite hitching vehicle and an amazing and caring human being.) |
Our First Hitches
The first car to pull over for us was a cop. "Where you headed?" he said through his passenger-side window.
"Eventually, Washington state," I said. "But heading toward Raleigh today."
He smiled and shook his head. "You have a long way to go, but did you know it's illegal to hitchhike in North Carolina?" he said. Although, it's not. I did my research.
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah, well I'm not actually going to check or write you up or anything," he said. "But If you don't block traffic, you'll probably be fine."
It's definitely not illegal to hitch in the state, it's just so uncommon these days that sometimes even the cops don't know the hitching laws. One reason it's less common is the belief that the country is far more dangerous now than ever. People often tell us we are crazy for hitchhiking in this day and age, but in fact the murder rate in America is at its lowest in 100 years. This day and age is as ideal for hitching as ever.
That being said, there are other ways to die on a hitch, but more on that in a second.
Our first hitch was from a vacationing college cafeteria worker from Pennsylvania. A really nice woman who said she has never stopped for hitchhikers, but picked us up just so a crazy person wouldn't. The second was a guitarist in a local all-ginger punk band called, The Red Scare. The third was a marijuana legalization advocate in a beaten-down pickup who offered us a joint after dropping us off, which we turned down. The fourth hitch was with a nice young couple in love... with heroin.
We had our thumbs out by a gas station when the two lovebirds pulled up behind us.
"We're on our way up to Burgaw," he said. "Where you headed?"
He was obviously stoned, but I figured weed wouldn't impair his driving that much. Once he pulled onto the highway, I realized he was on something else. He was all over the road, drifting back and forth between lanes.
"Billy!" the girl said and grabbed the wheel. "I'd prefer you stayed in one lane You're scaring me!"
"Oh, am I scaring you?" He took offense and started purposely swerving back and forth.
"Stop it!" she said.
Although she was clearly high as well, I felt a little better with her in the passenger seat grabbing the wheel when necessary and easing us back into our lane. That is at least until I saw her unexpectedly nod off. Her chin dropped to her chest and immediately popped back up again with her eyes wide open. She shook her head back and forth to maintain some level of consciousness.
"Hey," Red said to me. "I sent you that picture." I knew he didn't send any picture, but actually wanted to comment on what was happening by text message.
Red: "This dude can't drive, I'm thinking heroin.
Me: "When he stops, get the packs out of the trunk before I get out."
Red: "I thought he was just stoned at the gas station."
Me: "Me too."
I didn't think he'd steal our packs, but rather forget he had them in the trunk and drive away. For the remainder of the ride, I don't think I blinked. I spun around to check for traffic whenever he started drifting lanes. Red kept raising up to glimpse in the rearview mirror, checking Billy's eyes to see if he was still present.
Billy nodded off again and swerved to the right, rolling over the rumble strips, which brought them both back to reality. The girl jerked the wheel back onto the road and he shook his head violently in his own battle for consciousness.
"You guys want off at the next exit for I-40, or do you want to go into town?"
"You can drop us off at the exit, that's fine."
When the car finally stopped, Billy got out to help unload the packs.
"Drive safe," Red said. "Watch that nodding off."
When they drove away, Red and I looked at each other and started laughing. Happy to be alive and rid of them forever.
"You gotta love hitching!" I said.
At the exit, a white SUV pulled to the side of the road to give us our final hitch of the day. A friendly and thankfully sober woman got out and said, "You guys aren't going to kill me are you?" She got us as far as Warsaw, NC where we had dinner and wandered up a secluded logging road behind a Wendy's restaurant. We setup camp on the side of the dirt road. Home sweet home.
"Eventually, Washington state," I said. "But heading toward Raleigh today."
He smiled and shook his head. "You have a long way to go, but did you know it's illegal to hitchhike in North Carolina?" he said. Although, it's not. I did my research.
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah, well I'm not actually going to check or write you up or anything," he said. "But If you don't block traffic, you'll probably be fine."
It's definitely not illegal to hitch in the state, it's just so uncommon these days that sometimes even the cops don't know the hitching laws. One reason it's less common is the belief that the country is far more dangerous now than ever. People often tell us we are crazy for hitchhiking in this day and age, but in fact the murder rate in America is at its lowest in 100 years. This day and age is as ideal for hitching as ever.
That being said, there are other ways to die on a hitch, but more on that in a second.
Our first hitch was from a vacationing college cafeteria worker from Pennsylvania. A really nice woman who said she has never stopped for hitchhikers, but picked us up just so a crazy person wouldn't. The second was a guitarist in a local all-ginger punk band called, The Red Scare. The third was a marijuana legalization advocate in a beaten-down pickup who offered us a joint after dropping us off, which we turned down. The fourth hitch was with a nice young couple in love... with heroin.
We had our thumbs out by a gas station when the two lovebirds pulled up behind us.
"We're on our way up to Burgaw," he said. "Where you headed?"
He was obviously stoned, but I figured weed wouldn't impair his driving that much. Once he pulled onto the highway, I realized he was on something else. He was all over the road, drifting back and forth between lanes.
"Billy!" the girl said and grabbed the wheel. "I'd prefer you stayed in one lane You're scaring me!"
"Oh, am I scaring you?" He took offense and started purposely swerving back and forth.
"Stop it!" she said.
Although she was clearly high as well, I felt a little better with her in the passenger seat grabbing the wheel when necessary and easing us back into our lane. That is at least until I saw her unexpectedly nod off. Her chin dropped to her chest and immediately popped back up again with her eyes wide open. She shook her head back and forth to maintain some level of consciousness.
"Hey," Red said to me. "I sent you that picture." I knew he didn't send any picture, but actually wanted to comment on what was happening by text message.
Red: "This dude can't drive, I'm thinking heroin.
Me: "When he stops, get the packs out of the trunk before I get out."
Red: "I thought he was just stoned at the gas station."
Me: "Me too."
I didn't think he'd steal our packs, but rather forget he had them in the trunk and drive away. For the remainder of the ride, I don't think I blinked. I spun around to check for traffic whenever he started drifting lanes. Red kept raising up to glimpse in the rearview mirror, checking Billy's eyes to see if he was still present.
Billy nodded off again and swerved to the right, rolling over the rumble strips, which brought them both back to reality. The girl jerked the wheel back onto the road and he shook his head violently in his own battle for consciousness.
"You guys want off at the next exit for I-40, or do you want to go into town?"
"You can drop us off at the exit, that's fine."
When the car finally stopped, Billy got out to help unload the packs.
"Drive safe," Red said. "Watch that nodding off."
(Photo: Red's tent on the side of the logging road) |
"You gotta love hitching!" I said.
At the exit, a white SUV pulled to the side of the road to give us our final hitch of the day. A friendly and thankfully sober woman got out and said, "You guys aren't going to kill me are you?" She got us as far as Warsaw, NC where we had dinner and wandered up a secluded logging road behind a Wendy's restaurant. We setup camp on the side of the dirt road. Home sweet home.
And So It Begins
We walked along the Atlantic coast at midnight to setup camp near a small coastal town called Carolina Beach, North Carolina. Soon we'll be walking along the roadside with our thumbs out, hitching toward the Pacific.
Although I knew our alarm would wake us up at 5:30 in the morning, just in time for the sunrise, I stayed up passed 2 AM to listen to the waves crash under a three-quarter moon.
It is realy hard to leave behind the people I love for such a long time, so I've been hovering somewhere between melancholy and excitement for weeks now. Then the clouds broke releasing moonlight that glinted on the ocean waves. As I watched the waves swell and break on the shore, I wondered what other beauty my eyes are about to see and remembered why I do this: a love of the unknown. My excitement finally began to grow. We stayed one more night on the North Carolina coast, and I'm now ready to head west.
And so it begins.
Although I knew our alarm would wake us up at 5:30 in the morning, just in time for the sunrise, I stayed up passed 2 AM to listen to the waves crash under a three-quarter moon.
It is realy hard to leave behind the people I love for such a long time, so I've been hovering somewhere between melancholy and excitement for weeks now. Then the clouds broke releasing moonlight that glinted on the ocean waves. As I watched the waves swell and break on the shore, I wondered what other beauty my eyes are about to see and remembered why I do this: a love of the unknown. My excitement finally began to grow. We stayed one more night on the North Carolina coast, and I'm now ready to head west.
And so it begins.
Erik Bianculli
Future Contributing Blogger and Future Podcaster
STOMPING GROUNDS
Long Island, New York
ABOUT ERIK
Coming soon...
PRE-HIKE WEIGHT
202 lbs.
CONTACT ERIK
Have a question? Email Erik at erik@abackpackerslife.com
ERIK'S GEAR LISTComing soon...
PRE-HIKE WEIGHT
202 lbs.
CONTACT ERIK
Have a question? Email Erik at erik@abackpackerslife.com
Item | Description | Weight (oz.) |
Packing | ||
Backpack | Granite Gear Crown V.C. | 36.00 |
Shoulder Pouch | Zpacks Shoulder Pouch, For Camera | 0.50 |
Pack Liner | Trash Compactor Bag | 3.40 |
Total:
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39.90 oz. | |
Sleeping | ||
Tent | TarpTent Contrail | 25.70 |
Ground cloth | Tyvek | 5.00 |
Seeping Bag | Western Mountaineering Megalite | 25.00 |
Sleeping Pad | Full Length NeoAir XLite | 12.50 |
Total:
|
68.15 oz. | |
Kitchen | ||
Cook Pot | Evernew .9L Titanium Pot | 3.95 |
Spoon | Vargo Titanium Spork | 0.55 |
Stove | Vargo Titanium | 0.95 |
Fuel bottle | Plastic Soda bottle | 0.50 |
Lighter | Mini Bic | 0.39 |
Food Bag | Zpacks Roll Top Food Blast | 1.40 |
Water Bottle | Powerade 1L Bottle | 2.00 |
Water Storage | Platypus 2L | 1.40 |
Filter | Not filtering or treating | n/a |
Total:
|
10.20 oz. | |
Clothing (Worn) | ||
Shirt | Icebreaker 150 Long Sleeve | n/a |
Pants | Montbell Wind Pants | n/a |
Socks | Darn Tough Vermont Merino Wool Socks | n/a |
Hat | Headsweats Ultra Light | n/a |
Shoes | Salomon Speedcross 3 CS Trail Runners (WA,OR only) | n/a |
Total:
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n/a | |
Clothing (Packed) | ||
Thermal Pants | Icebreaker 150 Merino Leggings | 5.40 |
Extra Socks | Darn Tough Vermont Merino Wool Socks (Short) | 2.40 |
Extra Socks | Icebreaker Merino (Shorter) | 1.60 |
Rain Jacket | Montbell Versalite | 6.90 |
Insulated Jacket | Western Mountaineering Quick Flash | 8.00 |
Beanie | Zpacks Fleece Hat | 1.00 |
Bandana | Buff | 1.20 |
Total: | 26.5 oz. | |
First Aid & Gear Repair | ||
Toothbrush | 0.40 | |
Toothpaste | Travel Size | 1.13 |
Chapstick | 0.32 | |
Sunscreen | 2.00 | |
Toilet Paper | 0.50 | |
Zip Loc for Storage | Quart-size | 0.13 |
Zip Loc for Laundry | Gallon-size | 0.50 |
Duct Tape | On Trekking Poles | n/a |
First Aid | Note from Ryan: Red is assuming I'll let him use my first aid supplies rather than let him die. We'll see. Depends how I feel. | |
Total: | 5.68 oz. | |
Miscellaneous | ||
Trekking Poles | Leki, Carried | n/a |
Headlamp | P-Tec w/batteries | 2.20 |
Cell Phone | iPhone 5C, carried | n/a |
USB Charger | iPhone wire, plus wall adapter | 1.50 |
Headphones | Apple Earbuds | 0.40 |
ID | Driver's License | 0.18 |
Debit Card | 0.18 | |
Cash | About $60 | 0.04 |
Zip Loc Bag | For waterproof wallet | 0.13 |
Safety Pins | For hanging wet laundry on pack/line | 0.04 |
Stuff Sack | Granite Gear Airbag #2 3L | 0.50 |
Stuff Sack | Granite Gear Airbag #5 11L | 1.00 |
Knife | Swiss Army Classic | 0.75 |
Total: | 6.70 oz. | |
Nonessentials | ||
Journal | Small pocket notebook, carried | n/a |
Pen | Pen, carried | n/a |
Camera | Panasonic Lumix LX7 | 10.75 |
Memory cards | SD Cards | 0.30 |
Camera Charger | Panasonic Lumix LX7 | 2.00 |
Total: | 13.05 oz. | |
Total Base Weight: | 10 lb. 10.18 oz. | |
Winter Gear | ||
Ice Axe | Black Diamond Raven Pro | 15.60 |
Traction System | Kahtoola Microspikes | 15.65 |
Gloves | Mountain Hardware | 1.40 |
Total: | 32.65 oz. | |
Total Base Weight w/ Winter Gear: | 12 lb. 10.83 oz. |
Sunrise on Mcafee Knob
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I was recently contacted by someone who wanted to use my McAfee Knob photo in a project, but I wasn't happy with the hurried picture I took during my thru-hike in 2011. This project is incredibly interesting to me, so I drove back to retake it.
When I arrived, there were a few other headlamps that bounced around in the dark, a scattering of city lights dotted the valley far below, and Venus was still the brightest object in the eastern sky. The other headlamp lights belonged to a group of teenage boys collecting firewood.
When I arrived, there were a few other headlamps that bounced around in the dark, a scattering of city lights dotted the valley far below, and Venus was still the brightest object in the eastern sky. The other headlamp lights belonged to a group of teenage boys collecting firewood.
"Do you mind if we get a fire going?" one of them asked while dragging branches onto the knob.
"You mean right here on the rock?" I asked.
"You mean right here on the rock?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said.
"This is McAfee Knob. The most photographed spot on the Appalachian Trail," I said. "I'd hate to see a big scorch mark on the rock from your campfire."
My defense of this sacred spot had two benefits, they moved off the knob toward the treeline to build their fire, and I had the view to myself for a little while as I waited for the right moment to take my photo.
When later telling someone about my morning, I started to say, "The other day, I hiked up to Mcafee Knob--" Then I stopped myself, because I realized it wasn't "the other day". It was yesterday.
Nothing slows down the passage of time like breaking free of monotony. That's my secret to longevity. Each day is distinct from the last, so you're present for all of them and none get lost in the mix. I have exactly one month left to work my way toward the Northern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail, but it's sure to last a lot longer than 31 days.
My defense of this sacred spot had two benefits, they moved off the knob toward the treeline to build their fire, and I had the view to myself for a little while as I waited for the right moment to take my photo.
McAfee Knob photo from 2011 |
Nothing slows down the passage of time like breaking free of monotony. That's my secret to longevity. Each day is distinct from the last, so you're present for all of them and none get lost in the mix. I have exactly one month left to work my way toward the Northern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail, but it's sure to last a lot longer than 31 days.
My Current Gearlist for Southbound PCT Thru-hike
The best thing I've learned from long distance backpacking is that I'm happiest when I have the very least. You're constantly asking yourself, "what else could I do without?" I'm always reevaluating and finding new ways of doing things to shave another ounce here and there. It has been a satisfying practice, and actually more fulfilling than the much more popular practice of accumulating more possessions in life.
I am not an ultralighter, however, as you'll see by my 12 lb. gear list below. I know I could cut it to 7 or 8 lbs, but I choose to carry a few things I don't really need, like my camera equipment, a heavier but more comfortable sleeping pad, and a tent rather than an ultralight tarp.
Below is everything I'll have on the trip, along with the weight of each item that will contribute to my pack's overall base weight (the weight not including consumables like food, water, and fuel.) I'll keep this list up to date throughout the trip on my bio page.
I am not an ultralighter, however, as you'll see by my 12 lb. gear list below. I know I could cut it to 7 or 8 lbs, but I choose to carry a few things I don't really need, like my camera equipment, a heavier but more comfortable sleeping pad, and a tent rather than an ultralight tarp.
Below is everything I'll have on the trip, along with the weight of each item that will contribute to my pack's overall base weight (the weight not including consumables like food, water, and fuel.) I'll keep this list up to date throughout the trip on my bio page.
Item | Description | Weight (oz.) |
Packing | ||
Backpack | Gossamer Gear Maripossa Plus | 24.70 |
Shoulder Pouch | Zpacks Shoulder Pouch, For Camera | 0.50 |
Pack Liner | Trash Compactor Bag | 3.40 |
Total:
|
1 lb. 12.6 oz. | |
Sleeping | ||
Tent | TarpTent Notch | 29.00 |
Ground cloth | Trash Compactor Bag, combined with liner bag | 3.40 |
Seeping Bag | ZPacks 20°F 900 Fill Power Down Solo | 23.00 |
Sleeping Pad | Full Length NeoAir XLite | 12.50 |
Total:
|
4 lb. 2.7 oz. | |
Kitchen | ||
Cook Pot | Evernew .9L Titanium Pot | 3.85 |
Spoon | Plastic Spoon | 0.28 |
Stove | Homemade Alcohol Stove | 0.88 |
Fuel bottle | Plastic Soda bottle | 0.63 |
Lighter | Mini Bic | 0.39 |
Food Bag | Homemade Nylon Drawstring Backpack | 2.05 |
Waterproof Bag | Bread Bag, for food packaging that isn't waterproof | 0.28 |
Water Bottle | 16 oz. Plastic Soda Bottle | 0.63 |
Water Storage | Two 64 oz. Sawyer Water Pouches | 2.40 |
Extra Storage when needed | 2L Soda Bottle | 1.69 |
Filter | Sawyer Mini Squeeze Filter | 1.50 |
Total:
|
14.58 oz. | |
Clothing (Worn) | ||
Shirt | Smart Wool Microweight 150 base layer | n/a |
Pants | Kuhl Convertible Pants | n/a |
Underwear | Synthetic boxer briefs | n/a |
Socks | Darn Tough Vermont Merino Wool Socks | n/a |
Hat | Kuhl Baseball Cap | n/a |
Shoes | Salomon Speedcross 3 Trail Runners | n/a |
Total:
|
n/a | |
Clothing (Packed) | ||
Shirt | Adidas Synthetic T-Shirt | 3.10 |
Thermal Pants | Terramar Merino Wool | 4.10 |
Extra Socks | Darn Tough Vermont Merino Wool Socks | 1.20 |
Extra Socks | Injinji Toe Socks | 1.48 |
Rain Jacket | Marmot Minimalist Gore Tex Jacket (will replace in Mojave for lighter jacket) | 15.60 |
Insulated Jacket | Mont-bell UL Down Jacket | 8.40 |
Sock Hat | Handmade Ginger Yarn Co. Merino Wool Sock Hat | 2.00 |
Bandana | Buff | 1.20 |
Total: | 2 lbs. 5.08 oz. | |
First Aid & Gear Repair | ||
Toothbrush | 0.40 | |
Toothpaste | Travel Size | 1.13 |
Chapstick | 0.32 | |
Sunscreen | 2.00 | |
Gauze Roll | Used with duct tape for bandages | 0.11 |
Anticeptic | 0.04 | |
Excedrin | 0.20 | |
Floss | Also used for thread in gear/clothing repair | 0.04 |
Toilet Paper | 0.50 | |
Zip Loc for Storage | Quart-size | 0.13 |
Zip Loc for Laundry | Gallon-size | 0.50 |
Hand Sanitizer | 1.00 | |
Duct Tape | On Trekking Poles | n/a |
Sewing Needle | 0.00 | |
Total: | 6.37 oz. | |
Miscellaneous | ||
Trekking Poles | Leki, Carried | n/a |
Headlamp | Black Diamond ReVolt | 3.50 |
Cell Phone | Samsung Galaxy SIII, Kept in pocket | n/a |
USB Charger | Micro USB and Wall adapter | 1.48 |
Headphones | Yurbud Ironman Earbuds | 0.50 |
Bug Repellent | 100% DEET oil in eyedropper bottle | 1.50 |
Compass | 0.88 | |
Map/Guidebook pages | Halfmile's PCT Maps Printed on Waterproof Paper | 3.00 |
ID | Driver's License | 0.18 |
Debit Card | 0.18 | |
Cash | About $60 | 0.04 |
Zip Loc Bag | For waterproof wallet | 0.13 |
Safety Pins | For hanging wet laundry on pack/line | 0.04 |
Fishing Line w/ hooks | For clothesline and fishing | 0.18 |
Cord | 50' Kevlar cord for hanging bear bag | 0.90 |
Razor Blade | May replace with knife, not sure yet | 0.04 |
Total: | 12.55 oz. | |
Nonessentials | ||
Journal | Homemade Grocery Bag Notebooks, Kept in Pocket | n/a |
Pen | Space Pen Refill Ink, Kept in Pocket | n/a |
Camera | Panasonic Lumix LX7 | 10.76 |
Memory cards | 162 GBs of SD Cards, in Zip-Loc bag | 0.93 |
Extra Batteries & Charger | Panasonic Lumix LX7 | 4.76 |
Tripod | Gorilla Grip Mini Tripod | 1.60 |
Microphone w/ cables | For Podcasting, Samson Go Mic with base removed | 2.26 |
GPS Tracker | Spot Gen3 w/batteries | 4.10 |
Solar Charger | Bushnell Solar Wrap | 3.10 |
Total: | 1 lb. 11.51 oz. | |
Total Base Weight: | 12 lb. 1.39 oz. | |
Winter Gear | ||
Ice Axe | Black Diamond Raven Pro | 15.60 |
Traction System | Kahtoola Microspikes | 13.40 |
Gloves | ZPacks Fleece Mittens | 1.20 |
Total: | 1 lb. 14.20 oz. | |
Total Base Weight w/ Winter Gear: | 13 lb. 15.59 oz. |
The Pacific Crest Trail FAQ
As you know, Red and I will soon hike the Pacific Crest Trail from Canada to Mexico. Since I began telling people our plans, I've been asked a lot of questions, so I thought I’d post some answers to the most frequently asked.
What is the Pacific Crest Trail?
The Pacific Crest Trail, or PCT, traverses over 2,650 miles from Mexico to Canada through Washington, Oregon, and California. It ranges in elevation from 140 feet above sea level to 13,153 feet, with a cumulative elevation gain of 489,418 feet1.
Approximately 700-900 people attempt a thru-hike annually, but only about 40-50 attempt the trail southbound. Fewer than half will finish.
Why are you going southbound?
It's tradition to go north on the PCT, in fact, only about 5% go south. Our main reason is so we finish the trail in a warmer climate, so we have the option to continue beyond the Mexican border or elsewhere. The southbound hike is considered harder and more dangerous, due largely to the timing with the seasons, but that’s also part of the appeal.
There are some advantages in going south. We'll have warmer weather and less rain up north, fewer hikers and bugs in the Sierras, and lower temperatures and fewer snakes in the Mojave Desert. More on the disadvantages below.
How are the Pacific Crest Trail and Appalachian Trail different?
Some have asked me why I'm not leaving the United States for my next big hike. Eventually I will, possibly right after the PCT. Nevertheless, the southbound PCT hike will be a much different experience than the Appalachian Trail. It will force me to use some skills that were not necessary on the AT, like advanced navigation and some light mountaineering skills.
There will be fewer people on the PCT, possibly 90% fewer than on my southbound AT hike. It’s a lot more remote as well, with fewer places to resupply, no shelters, and I’ll face many other challenges I’ve never faced before, but more on that below.
Sure, it’s not another country, but when it comes to long distance trails in the world, it’s as different from the AT as just about anywhere else. Besides, it's one of the top two things on my life list.
What will you see on this trail?
We'll see constant beauty rivaling any trail in the world: high mountains, lush forests, expansive views, brilliantly starry skies, numerous species of wildlife, and the dry deserts of Southern California.
The PCT travels through seven national parks, including North Cascades, Mount Rainier, Crater Lake, Lassen Volcanic, Yosemite, Kings Canyon, Sequoia, and the Mojave Desert. Additionally, we’ll climb nearly 60 major mountain passes, descend into 10 major canyons, pass more than 1,000 lakes, 26 national forests, 3 national monuments, and 5 state parks.
What wildlife will you see?
The possibilities are too numerous to list all of them, so I'll stick to the more interesting. Larger mammals include black bears, mountain goats, bighorn sheep, bobcats, porcupines, beavers, red foxes, coyotes, marmots, and long-tailed weasels. Since I haven't spent much time in the desert, I'm mostly looking forward to seeing the wildlife in the Mojave Desert region in Southern California, such as gila monsters, desert iguanas, chuckwallas, horned lizards, desert tortoises, and pronghorns, North America's only native antelope.
Potentially dangerous animals include rattlesnakes, scorpions, and tarantulas. A lot of people ask about bears, but they aren't as dangerous as you might think if you keep your food stored properly and your camp clean. The one animal I don't really want to see, is a mountain lion. As beautiful as they are, I find their incessant desire to hunt and kill a bit standoffish.
How long will it take to complete?
Our goal is to finish in 4-5 months. We'll have about 3 ½ months to finish the first 2,000 miles in order to be safely out of the high mountains before the first major snowfall.
What are the Challenges?
I’ll break these up into the three major sections of the PCT:
The Cascade Range
Starting in the north means a lot of the trail will still be under deep snow, so navigation skills will be extremely important. We may go a mile without seeing the trail or even a footprint in the snow. Getting off course could be very easy.
There will be steep snow covered slopes that could be tricky to pass. Avalanches are another possibility and something which neither of us have experience.
Creek and river crossings could be dangerous this time of year, due to all of the snowmelt and a particularly snowy season up north this winter.
Since so few hike southbound, we will rarely see other hikers in this section, which could be an issue if we get into trouble.
It is illegal to enter the United States from Canada via the PCT, so most southbound hikers will start their hike from Harts Pass and head north on the PCT to the terminus then start their hike south. This isn't a challenge really, but something worthy of mentioning. There's a good chance that the road to Harts Pass will still be snowed in this early in the season, so we are planning to get to the PCT by connecting the East Bank Trail along Ross Lake in North Cascades National Park, then onto the Lightning Creek Trail, and the Three Fools Trail, where it connects to the PCT about 3 miles south of the Canadian Border. In all, about a 45 mile approach trail, which will take us 2-3 days to hike.
Sierra Nevada
We need to start late enough, so that the trail is passable in the North Cascades, but not so late that we fail to get out of the high mountains before the first heavy snow fall in the Sierras. This will require an average of about 20 miles of forward progress per day, which doesn't include hikes to roads and towns for resupplying. Failing to get out of the Sierra Nevada range before the first week of October, could mean hiking in dangerous snowstorms, getting stuck on impassible trails, and finding our resupply points closed for the season.
Mojave Desert
Unlike northbounders, we will be entering the Mojave Desert region in the fall, which brings cooler weather, but water availability will be at its lowest. Water caches will be less reliable as well and campground faucets may be shut off. There will be stretches of 50 miles or more without water, so this will require careful planning and will force us to carry several extra pounds of water. Not to mention this has been the driest year in California’s recorded history. This will likely be our biggest challenge.
How much does your pack weigh?
Right now my base weight (the weight of my pack not including consumables like food, water, and fuel) is just under 13 lbs. About 3.5 lbs. of that is superfluous items for photographing and recording the podcast. With food and water, it will fluctuate between 13 and 30 lbs. and could go as high as 40 lbs. on a particularly long stretch without water and/or resupply towns.
My pack's base weight will also depend on the climate. In the beginning, for example, I will be carrying an ice axe and Microspikes (to slip onto my shoes for traction on ice and snow), which will add just under 2lbs.
Once I update it, you will be able to see my current gear list on my bio page and Red's gear list on his bio page.
How much does it cost?
The biggest expense in any long distance hike is the fact that you’re not working during those months, but the quick answer is most hikers will spend $4,000 - 6,000 (about $1.50 to $2.25 per mile).
It used to be said that a long distance trail could be hiked for as little as $1 per mile, but that was 30 years of inflation ago. On this trip, however, Red and I are going to see how close to $1 per mile we can still get. That means no hotels, few restaurants, and finding creative ways to save money on food, which is by far our biggest expense. I’ll be keeping detailed notes, and posting what we learn about saving money on future posts.
As for permits, those are free unless you purchase the secondary permit to hike the Whitney Portal to Mount Whitney (the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States), which costs $15 as of 2014. In other words, the cheapest rent in America.
When do you leave?
We are going to Trail Days in Damascus, Virginia on May 16th - 18th, then we're hitchhiking all the way to Washington State. We won't actually start the hike until June 14th. Even though we have no specific destinations in mind during our hitch, the route will include Denver, Salt Lake City, and Seattle so we can visit some friends along the way. During this month of hitching we have no idea what stories we'll have to tell, but it will surely be an adventure in itself.
Can I send you a care package?
Life on the trail often means depriving yourself of things, especially since we'll be seeing if we can still hike a long distance trail for $1 per mile. This means when you do get your hands on something you haven't had in a while, like homemade food, you love it like never before. Receiving a care package with anything highly caloric would absolutely make our day! If you wanted to send us anything, click here is a list of resupply points. Email us beforehand, and we'll let you know for sure where we'll be stopping and when. You can email us at ryan@abackpackerslife.com or red@abackpackerslife.com. We will be sure to post a photo of us enjoying it!
If you want to simply donate a small amount of money, you can click the donate button near the top-right corner of this page to send us any amount securely with PayPal. We will take photos and write a post for each donation we receive to let you and everyone know how you helped our hike. I think this could be a fun way to interact with our readers, and maybe allow us to splurge on the occasional coffee or cheeseburger in town. Feel free to tell us what the donation is intended to be used for, but I'm sorry, I will not hike without pants for a day for $100 (and yes, this is directed at a real person, you know who you are).
Now that I've been doing this a while, people have stopped trying to convince me it's a bad idea, so I've been getting nothing but encouragement from everyone. I just want to say thank you and I appreciate all of your support!
What is the Pacific Crest Trail?
The Pacific Crest Trail, or PCT, traverses over 2,650 miles from Mexico to Canada through Washington, Oregon, and California. It ranges in elevation from 140 feet above sea level to 13,153 feet, with a cumulative elevation gain of 489,418 feet1.
Approximately 700-900 people attempt a thru-hike annually, but only about 40-50 attempt the trail southbound. Fewer than half will finish.
Why are you going southbound?
It's tradition to go north on the PCT, in fact, only about 5% go south. Our main reason is so we finish the trail in a warmer climate, so we have the option to continue beyond the Mexican border or elsewhere. The southbound hike is considered harder and more dangerous, due largely to the timing with the seasons, but that’s also part of the appeal.
There are some advantages in going south. We'll have warmer weather and less rain up north, fewer hikers and bugs in the Sierras, and lower temperatures and fewer snakes in the Mojave Desert. More on the disadvantages below.
Some have asked me why I'm not leaving the United States for my next big hike. Eventually I will, possibly right after the PCT. Nevertheless, the southbound PCT hike will be a much different experience than the Appalachian Trail. It will force me to use some skills that were not necessary on the AT, like advanced navigation and some light mountaineering skills.
There will be fewer people on the PCT, possibly 90% fewer than on my southbound AT hike. It’s a lot more remote as well, with fewer places to resupply, no shelters, and I’ll face many other challenges I’ve never faced before, but more on that below.
Sure, it’s not another country, but when it comes to long distance trails in the world, it’s as different from the AT as just about anywhere else. Besides, it's one of the top two things on my life list.
What will you see on this trail?
We'll see constant beauty rivaling any trail in the world: high mountains, lush forests, expansive views, brilliantly starry skies, numerous species of wildlife, and the dry deserts of Southern California.
The PCT travels through seven national parks, including North Cascades, Mount Rainier, Crater Lake, Lassen Volcanic, Yosemite, Kings Canyon, Sequoia, and the Mojave Desert. Additionally, we’ll climb nearly 60 major mountain passes, descend into 10 major canyons, pass more than 1,000 lakes, 26 national forests, 3 national monuments, and 5 state parks.
What wildlife will you see?
The possibilities are too numerous to list all of them, so I'll stick to the more interesting. Larger mammals include black bears, mountain goats, bighorn sheep, bobcats, porcupines, beavers, red foxes, coyotes, marmots, and long-tailed weasels. Since I haven't spent much time in the desert, I'm mostly looking forward to seeing the wildlife in the Mojave Desert region in Southern California, such as gila monsters, desert iguanas, chuckwallas, horned lizards, desert tortoises, and pronghorns, North America's only native antelope.
Potentially dangerous animals include rattlesnakes, scorpions, and tarantulas. A lot of people ask about bears, but they aren't as dangerous as you might think if you keep your food stored properly and your camp clean. The one animal I don't really want to see, is a mountain lion. As beautiful as they are, I find their incessant desire to hunt and kill a bit standoffish.
How long will it take to complete?
Our goal is to finish in 4-5 months. We'll have about 3 ½ months to finish the first 2,000 miles in order to be safely out of the high mountains before the first major snowfall.
What are the Challenges?
(Image: Cascade Mountain Range) |
The Cascade Range
Starting in the north means a lot of the trail will still be under deep snow, so navigation skills will be extremely important. We may go a mile without seeing the trail or even a footprint in the snow. Getting off course could be very easy.
There will be steep snow covered slopes that could be tricky to pass. Avalanches are another possibility and something which neither of us have experience.
Creek and river crossings could be dangerous this time of year, due to all of the snowmelt and a particularly snowy season up north this winter.
Since so few hike southbound, we will rarely see other hikers in this section, which could be an issue if we get into trouble.
(Image: The Sierra Nevada Range) |
Sierra Nevada
We need to start late enough, so that the trail is passable in the North Cascades, but not so late that we fail to get out of the high mountains before the first heavy snow fall in the Sierras. This will require an average of about 20 miles of forward progress per day, which doesn't include hikes to roads and towns for resupplying. Failing to get out of the Sierra Nevada range before the first week of October, could mean hiking in dangerous snowstorms, getting stuck on impassible trails, and finding our resupply points closed for the season.
(Image: Mojave Desert and surrounding areas) |
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(Photo: The Mojave Desert) |
Unlike northbounders, we will be entering the Mojave Desert region in the fall, which brings cooler weather, but water availability will be at its lowest. Water caches will be less reliable as well and campground faucets may be shut off. There will be stretches of 50 miles or more without water, so this will require careful planning and will force us to carry several extra pounds of water. Not to mention this has been the driest year in California’s recorded history. This will likely be our biggest challenge.
How much does your pack weigh?
Right now my base weight (the weight of my pack not including consumables like food, water, and fuel) is just under 13 lbs. About 3.5 lbs. of that is superfluous items for photographing and recording the podcast. With food and water, it will fluctuate between 13 and 30 lbs. and could go as high as 40 lbs. on a particularly long stretch without water and/or resupply towns.
My pack's base weight will also depend on the climate. In the beginning, for example, I will be carrying an ice axe and Microspikes (to slip onto my shoes for traction on ice and snow), which will add just under 2lbs.
Once I update it, you will be able to see my current gear list on my bio page and Red's gear list on his bio page.
How much does it cost?
The biggest expense in any long distance hike is the fact that you’re not working during those months, but the quick answer is most hikers will spend $4,000 - 6,000 (about $1.50 to $2.25 per mile).
It used to be said that a long distance trail could be hiked for as little as $1 per mile, but that was 30 years of inflation ago. On this trip, however, Red and I are going to see how close to $1 per mile we can still get. That means no hotels, few restaurants, and finding creative ways to save money on food, which is by far our biggest expense. I’ll be keeping detailed notes, and posting what we learn about saving money on future posts.
As for permits, those are free unless you purchase the secondary permit to hike the Whitney Portal to Mount Whitney (the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States), which costs $15 as of 2014. In other words, the cheapest rent in America.
When do you leave?
We are going to Trail Days in Damascus, Virginia on May 16th - 18th, then we're hitchhiking all the way to Washington State. We won't actually start the hike until June 14th. Even though we have no specific destinations in mind during our hitch, the route will include Denver, Salt Lake City, and Seattle so we can visit some friends along the way. During this month of hitching we have no idea what stories we'll have to tell, but it will surely be an adventure in itself.
Can I send you a care package?
Life on the trail often means depriving yourself of things, especially since we'll be seeing if we can still hike a long distance trail for $1 per mile. This means when you do get your hands on something you haven't had in a while, like homemade food, you love it like never before. Receiving a care package with anything highly caloric would absolutely make our day! If you wanted to send us anything, click here is a list of resupply points. Email us beforehand, and we'll let you know for sure where we'll be stopping and when. You can email us at ryan@abackpackerslife.com or red@abackpackerslife.com. We will be sure to post a photo of us enjoying it!
If you want to simply donate a small amount of money, you can click the donate button near the top-right corner of this page to send us any amount securely with PayPal. We will take photos and write a post for each donation we receive to let you and everyone know how you helped our hike. I think this could be a fun way to interact with our readers, and maybe allow us to splurge on the occasional coffee or cheeseburger in town. Feel free to tell us what the donation is intended to be used for, but I'm sorry, I will not hike without pants for a day for $100 (and yes, this is directed at a real person, you know who you are).
Now that I've been doing this a while, people have stopped trying to convince me it's a bad idea, so I've been getting nothing but encouragement from everyone. I just want to say thank you and I appreciate all of your support!