Monday, May 27, 2013

Where Am I?

If I ever hike without a map, it's because I forgot the darn thing.  I have a GPS which I use constantly.  It gives me the time, elevation, hiking speed, points of interest, the distance traveled, and even the phase of the moon.  But I don't like trying to figure out where I am with the maps on my GPS.

When my husband gave me the GPS, he also bought a tiny something or other that fits in my device that has all the topo maps of Montana. Those maps give me information about many things. Still I need a real map that provides the big picture about where in the world I am.  Maybe I am not the map guru that I ought to be, but trying to make sense of a tiny portion of a map appearing on a small screen isn't very useful to me.

Fish, Wildlife, and Parks, the local Forest Service office, and sporting goods stores all sell National Forest maps. Also, Sporting goods stores often have topographical maps of local areas. On my list of things to take hiking is maps
Preston and I.  Fourwheeling garb - the best outfit to have your picture taken in if you wish to remain anonymous.

Pasque flowers.  We found a huge meadow with millions of wild flowers.

Brad trying to find our position on his GPS, Preston enjoying the sun.
Four wheeling cohorts: Gail, Steve, and Brad

Looking towards Lava Mountain


Sunday, May 19, 2013

Boots - The Foundation of Hiking



To a hiker, boots are a big deal.   They are such a big deal, that I am always surprised when I see other hikers trekking along in tennis shoes or sandals.  Even a walk around town calls for appropriate footwear.  I'll never forget the story my daughter told me of a young lady who showed up at my daughter's door for a four mile walk around town.  The young lady had settled on  flip flops as her choice of footwear.  Either the young missy had feet of steel, she had never walked four miles, or commitment to a mental institution was in order.

On a fairly level, short trail with few rocks or tree roots, tennis shoes might suffice.  But most hiking trails are not short,level, or rock free.  And I can't even imagine wearing tennis shoes to negotiate a trail made of rocks.  Even low top hiking shoes are completely inadequate for this type of trail.  High top shoes help support ankles from twisting and turning as hikers make their away across the rocks.

After trying several different types of hiking boots, my favorite is Vasque.  Since I had a bout with plantar's fasciitis a few years ago,  I wear my Vasque boots to go on any kind of walk, even to walk the dog. If I  enjoyed extra attention and the shocked expressions of onlookers, I would wear my Vasque boots to church, to sewing club, and with my swim wear.  I LOVE these boots.  I don't know what it is about this boot, but they feel like they mold to my feet and support my touchy arch.

Because of my touchy arch, I wear orthotics.  After buying the boots, I remove the boots' insole, replace it with a purchased, flat insole without arch support (the green kind you buy at the shoe store). Then, I insert my orthotics.  All  good quality boots I have run across have an arch support in the boot insole.  This support doesn't mesh with my prescription orthotics and has always caused discomfort.  That is why I purchase the flat insole and use it with my orthotics in my new boots.

When I buy boots, I purchase a half size larger than I measure and wear an extra pair of socks. I learned the value of a slightly larger pair of boots and extra socks when hiking a long, steep downhill.  The extra cushioning saved my feet from blisters and horribly squished toes as my feet slid forward with gravity.

Finally, as probably every hiker knows, I wear my new boots enough to break them in before taking a long hike.  And, taking along some moleskin cut in the shape of a doughnut can be a pain saver in the event of a blister.  Cut the moleskin in the shape of a doughnut over the injury, stack the doughnut-shaped bandages high enough to keep pressure off the blister. Then, put a gel pad to protect the area.  Just like Mom always said, DON'T pop the blister.  Feet are famous for becoming infected.  A life flight to a hospital and days of IV antibiotics will ruin a hike every time.

So think about your feet and have a fun hike.


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Making a Hike Fun


I’ve found that the best way to have fun on a hike is to take some kids along.  Taking children fifth grade and older works well for me - if I can keep up with them.  I remember dragging a four year old on a jaunt and wondering if I would ever reach a hiking destination.  In only a few years, I was trailing the pack, gasping, “Wait!  This pace is too fast!”

In 1997, three of my children and one the kids’ friends hiked the Lower Crow Creek Falls trail.  The only reason we hiked Lower Crow Creek Falls was that we didn’t know the trails yet and had no idea that we were MILES away from the upper trail that led to Crow Creek Fall in only 3 ½ miles.  We didn’t reach our destination.  In fact, I’m not sure we even knew what our destination was, but we had fun along the way.





Friday, May 3, 2013

Why I Like Spring

Yellowbell

Wyoming besseya

Pasque Flowers or Prairie Crocus

Buttercups
shootingstars  or rooster heads

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Mines

Mines from the old days leave a big mess.  When the rock is exposed it becomes very acidy.  That is why years later, nothing can grow on the mine tailings.


But the mess from old time mines can't compare with the mess modern mines leave.




Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Optimist and the Pessimist

Since we were blessed with weather in the 70's yesterday and Kristy came to visit, we decided to go four wheeling on Occidental Plateau.  Four wheeling this time of year is a dicey proposition.  What looks like a dry mountain perfect for four wheeling, often turns out to have walls of drifts.  My optimistic spouse plows through the snow, certain that if he can only bust through the drift, the remainder of the route will be clear.  From experience with the spring, I know that one drift leads to another until we reach the drift we cannot pass.  Turning around on a steep, icy  hillside is not my idea of fun.  When four wheeling with my optimist our conversations usually are something like this:

Me:  Is this where the REALLY steep road is?   You know, the road where I choke trying to go down it, and you have to drive my four wheeler down.

Him:  This time you will be able to go down it.



Me: Do you see that huge drift over there?  That is Occidental Plateau.  We won't be able to get up there.

Him:  Let's try it and see.



Me:  See these patches of snow?  You know how it always is. Before long, we'll find the one patch we can't get through.

Him:  If we can get by this one place, we can make it to the top.


Me:  Here is the drift that marks the end of the trail.

Him:  Let's drive five miles over and try to get to the top from there.


The optimist

Kristy visited this weekend
Me:  Let's stop for lunch.

Him:  After we eat, I'm going to try to plow through some drifts down the trail.

Me: Are we having fun yet?

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Hauser Lake

The first day above 50 degrees was mid March this year.  The nice weather inspired us to consult Helena Area HIking Guide, by Cedron Jones.  We decided to try out hike No. 6. and hike to the Fins.

Because it was the first balmy Saturday of 2013, everyone and their dog was out fishing and walking. Maybe because I'm a native Montanan, I consider it a crowd if I see more than a couple of people on the trail during a hike.  So many people were out that we could barely find a place to park.  I don't like walking into someone else's spot when he/she is fishing. According to my upbringing, I am intruding if I do that.

One enjoyable aspect of this hike is the birds along the river in this area. We saw numerous waterbirds cavorting in the water.  They were fun to watch.  Next time I'm bringing my binoculars.

Cedron Jone's book was accurate about the trail:  the first part of the hike was across rocks near the river, but the trail became easier when we found the track 20 feet or so above the river.

If I do this hike again, I am picking a week day and bringing my fishing pole.

Cliffs along the Missouri

The Fins

One of numerous fly fisherman on the river that day.

Hauser Dam