Day 7Milage 0Good job on getting yourself clean…ish. Aidan said.Thanks. I said.He’d come to Watson Lake to give me a resupply yesterday. Joshua came and took Sophie home to shower and do chores and sleep in a real bed.Aidan and I camped and ate hot dogs and listened to other Read more…
Day 6 Miles 3 Sophie sees everything. Long before I do. Bikers and hikers and dogs and meadows and spots to camp. Places for the highline and eagles and views and places for my hammock. Interesting rocks and Where The Trail Goes From Here.I’ve taken to calling her Eagle Eye.She Read more…
Day 4Miles 9Las night we couldn’t eat. The morning wasn’t any better. I finally realized we were over ten thousand feet in elevation, and that will happen at altitude. What does that even mean – at altitude?Anyway it was a super shitty night. Shitty McShitty Night. The wind caught my Read more…
Day 3Miles 9The Butterflies get the soft stuff. My underquilt for my hammock. Sophie’s sleeping bag. The tarps. Water shoes.Things that won’t break if Bosco whacks them.Oatcake carries the bear cans for the same reason. If a bear can’t get into them, I figure Bosco can’t break them if he Read more…
Day 2Miles 11Sophie whacked her ankle on the picnic table first thing. Look at the lights of Reno! she said. And we didn’t know if it really was Reno or not but they were beautiful in the dawn.The mist flying over the ridge looked like smoke and I posted on Read more…
It took just about as long as you’d imagine it took – getting out of town and getting the goats fed and loaded up. But it took longer than you’d imagine it took to actually figure out gear and weigh everyone’s packs and argue about water for the 79th time Read more…
Can you come up here by me in case we have to shoo off some dogs? Sophie said from the front, first thing in the morning. Sure. I said and started hurrying up from the rear. Running? We’re Running! Said Oatcake, and ran up behind me and attempted to pass Read more…
We got up and Bosco was already fussing. Wrapping his horns around and around the highline, then acting like a baby about it. Like he was super stuck and didn’t know what to do. We’d start heading his way to help, and he’d suddenly untangle himself. Like magic. Repeatedly. He Read more…
There’s no reason in the universe to get up that early, he said the night before. But there it was, 3:30 in the morning, and I dragged myself around, making coffee and a little breakfast sandwich, then it was off to pick up Sophie. It was our last practice trip Read more…
It was Tuesday when the Virginia City Highlands Property Owner’s Association told me we were not welcome to hike to the petroglyphs with our goats and if we veered off the road at all, we were trespassing. No foraging, no camping, and if we went, we should cross our fingers Read more…