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H I G H
C A M P
Of rain, acclimating
on the fly, and getting to the edge of the Chicago Basin.
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Not long after we
launched up the trail, it began to drizzle. This wasn't the
bone-drenching downpour we experienced on Kit Carson. In fact, if
anything, it served to cool us off. We were later to discover that
we were, in essence, in the equatorial rain forest of Colorado.
At the time, I was
unhappy about having to climb without adequate acclimation, and I think
we all moved more slowly and painfully as a result. But as it
happens, this ended up having been a strategically smart thing to have
done.
Adam's rain poncho here
is the same one that saved us on the ridge of Yale in 1999. And,
for all I know, the same one he wore on the way up Oxford/Belford in
1992. If he could still be driving his 1978 Celica, he would be.
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Waterfall on our way up
the trail. I think this hike had no less than four really lovely
waterfalls, which is a lot by the standards of CO.
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Kenn at one of our many
"lunch" stops along the trail (read, acclimating en route). This
is pretty representative of the trail for most of the way to the Basin.
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This is our campsite.
We were really just barely at the edge of the Chicago Basin. We
were all pretty thoroughly exhausted, and not interested in hiking any
higher than absolutely necessary.
Though Jim hiked up
with us, he opted for a more scenic spot by a waterfall a couple hundred
yards up the trail. We picked this spot for its low property taxes
and proximity to water.
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Rich and Ned setting up
their love hut...
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This was the view from
our campsite. Not too shabby. Hang out with this as your
wallpaper for a couple of days, and it definitely improves your mood.
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One of the waterfalls
by which Jim camped.
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This was our non-campfire
ring. Chicago Basin is so over-hiked (thanks to its beauty and the
novelty of the train) that even with things being relatively lush, to allow
the gathering of firewood would leave it looking like a WalMart parking lot
in no time.
Even still, we ritually
huddle around our stoves (all high tech, these days) and trade stories,
which according to Adam, are meant to be told and retold.
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