The GoLite Ultra 20, CAMP Magic windshirt and Neo Air reviews are in the works, but I wanted to say that I have just ordered a pair of TrekSta Evolution Mid GTX boots this evening. I have high hopes for these and will update accordingly after I have a chance to put them through their paces.
A couple of years ago I heard about this company who took thousands of scans of regular peoples feet to make a specialized last that they would use to make shoes with. This tale stuck with me, but unfortunately the company name did not. Lo and behold, as I was researching footwear to use on The Mild Bunch JMT hike I came across TrekSta and suddenly everything made sense. The NestFIT system, cool styling and earnest marketing came back to me all at once. This was the company I had forgotten about.
I look forward to beating the heck out of these boots and letting you all know how they work for me!
Christopher
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Off we go into the....
Gear Geek. Ounce Counter. Knee Weenie.
Call it what you want, but when the name calling is over, I’m just plain lazy and don’t want to carry 40+ pounds on my back for 200 miles!
Add to my propensity for lolling about a bad back, sore right hip and predilection for cool stuff (ok – maybe in my case Gear Geek is applicable too!) you have all the right ingredients to make an Aspiring Ultralight (UL) Backpacker.
And I’m not alone – just do a Google search for Ultralight Backpacking and you get over 233,000 hits.
Among these are some fine sites for educating the traditional camping apostate, among them the King Of All Things UL BackpackingLight.com and myriad imitators. Dig even deeper and you can find sites dedicated to making your own UL food, gear and even footwear! One could spend endless hours perusing these sites, I assure you, and come out sounding like some sort of techno dork – but nothing compares to getting out there and actually doing it.
So after so many years of researching, looking into, investigating, dreaming and talking the talk, this former REI product trainer is putting his knowledge to use on the trail.
And with this JMT thing coming up quick, not a moment too soon...
My plan for the JMT this summer is to carry no more than 30 pounds at any given time, including food and water. Of course if Rich decides that his 6 pound 300 mm telephoto lens is too heavy, I may be swayed to carry it for him… to the next mail box where it will be sent home to him with a note saying “I told you so!”
How will he do this, you ask?
I’m in the process of changing up my kit from top to bottom favoring UL gear that I hope will see me safely through the Sierra come summer. This past weekend I had the pleasure of testing some of these changes out on the trail with Cali at a lovely place called Idlehour in the San Gabriel’s above Altadena.
Cali in camp at Idlehour - a wonderful spot above Altadena!
OK – deep breath everyone, here comes the data...
Some of the highlights of what has made my pack easier to bear:
- Go Lite Ultra 20 quilt – 27 oz (Review to follow)
- Thermarest Neo Air Regular – 14 oz (Review to follow)
- CAMP Magic windshirt – 4.3 oz (Review to follow)
- First Ascent Downlight Sweater – 12.5 oz (Review to follow)
- First Aid kit – 3 oz
Now, not that you are at all interested, but these 5 changes lightened my load by 2.5 pounds when compared to my previous gear! There’s a complete list of gear carried HERE if you’re so inclined. (And no Rich, I have not figured out how to make Excel convert Ounces to Pounds using the conversion formula, though would love to!)
Two and a half pounds. Wow!
But it’s only 2.5 pounds you say… yes, but the tent I will carry on the JMT weighs 1/3rd of what I carried on this trip – yes, 1/3rd! It’s called The One by Gossmaer Gear and it will save me a MINIMUM of 4 pounds compared to the options I already own. The pack I would like to carry weighs a full 50% less than the Osprey I carried on this trip, another pack I may try out weighs an astounding 75% less! So you can see how it adds up…
Adding to my Skin Out weight (the amount of weight carried including clothes, shoes, etc.) will be affected by my choice of footwear. I plan to use trail runners for the hike, cutting that weight by two thirds... but more on that in a later post.
BUT HOW DID THE GEAR WORK?
Very well – well enough to warrant a series of Gear Reviews that will be posted at a later date, starting with The Quilt.
The Geek with his New Toys
That’s right, a quilt. But it’s not like that one hanging on the wall of Mom’s house, or draped across the chest at the foot of your bed. No, this quilt reduces the weight of a traditional sleeping bag by an appreciable amount, without sacrificing any notable amount of performance. In fact, for Rotisserie Sleepers like myself, it may increase performance!
Challenging accepted wisdom has been something I’ve always held dear and this new obsession seems to follow suit.
Be gone heavy but well loved gear! Hello light of foot travel!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Therapy
For most of my adult life people around me have urged me to go into therapy. You climb rocks? You need therapy. You climb ice? You need therapy. You have this weird obsession with lightweight gear - maybe you should see a therapist. Gonna hike for how many miles???
Of course there are many other reasons I've been told I should seek therapy over - relationships, my penchant for good times where music is being performed, an unnatural attraction to dolphins.... wait - that was Troy McClure! I like dolphins, just not in that way - they make tuna fish taste better! Anyhow, everyone who has ever urged me to seek help will be pleased to know that I have taken the plunge.
Yes, I am officially in therapy.
My doctor is a striking young man in Glendale who has a very adept assistant who was able to tell where my problems were just by watching me bend over. Now I know what you're thinking... but it's not that cool.
No, I have long fought with lower back pain you see. I finally came to the decision that I should employ any means available to me to prevent a trip ending episode 100 miles from nowhere by seeking the help of a physical therapist. While they cannot tell me what is wrong, even after a bunch of x-rays of my back, they gave me exercises to help strengthen my core which will hopefully stave off any flare ups come July 28th.
My name is Christopher and I have back problems.
But that won't stop me!!!
Of course there are many other reasons I've been told I should seek therapy over - relationships, my penchant for good times where music is being performed, an unnatural attraction to dolphins.... wait - that was Troy McClure! I like dolphins, just not in that way - they make tuna fish taste better! Anyhow, everyone who has ever urged me to seek help will be pleased to know that I have taken the plunge.
Yes, I am officially in therapy.
My doctor is a striking young man in Glendale who has a very adept assistant who was able to tell where my problems were just by watching me bend over. Now I know what you're thinking... but it's not that cool.
No, I have long fought with lower back pain you see. I finally came to the decision that I should employ any means available to me to prevent a trip ending episode 100 miles from nowhere by seeking the help of a physical therapist. While they cannot tell me what is wrong, even after a bunch of x-rays of my back, they gave me exercises to help strengthen my core which will hopefully stave off any flare ups come July 28th.
My name is Christopher and I have back problems.
But that won't stop me!!!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
So it's official...
Got word today from Chuck that the request for permits has been processed - for some reason I thought it would take much longer, but we now have a Put In Date: July 28, 2011!!!
It seems so far away right now. In reality there is much to be done however - getting less fat and less lazy is #1 on the list, gathering my Unbelievably Lightweight Crap together is right up there too. In a perfect world (where I have access to unlimited funds) I would be carrying a pack that weighed less than 15 pounds but if I can get in under 20 pounds I will be satisfied. That's a base weight mind you - food, water and the odd bottle of corn liquor will add to that of course, though with the amount of resupplies we have planned I hope to carry less than 30 pounds at any given time.
Note to self: Eat better and learn to use that fancy dehydrator Cali just bought!
Note to self #2: GO HIKING, DUMBASS!!
So yes - things have gotten more serious now that there are real world dates to be reckoned with. The permit we have been granted lists the following:
Entry Date: 07/28/2011
Entry Trailhead: Happy Isles->Sunrise/Merced Lake (pass through)
Exit Date: 08/24/2011
Exit Trailhead: Whitney Portal
Along the way we will be joined at various times by esteemed guests like Kristofer and Cali with hopes of seeing the DiFiori's and Wendie at least once!
Excited? You betcha!
It seems so far away right now. In reality there is much to be done however - getting less fat and less lazy is #1 on the list, gathering my Unbelievably Lightweight Crap together is right up there too. In a perfect world (where I have access to unlimited funds) I would be carrying a pack that weighed less than 15 pounds but if I can get in under 20 pounds I will be satisfied. That's a base weight mind you - food, water and the odd bottle of corn liquor will add to that of course, though with the amount of resupplies we have planned I hope to carry less than 30 pounds at any given time.
Note to self: Eat better and learn to use that fancy dehydrator Cali just bought!
Note to self #2: GO HIKING, DUMBASS!!
So yes - things have gotten more serious now that there are real world dates to be reckoned with. The permit we have been granted lists the following:
Entry Date: 07/28/2011
Entry Trailhead: Happy Isles->Sunrise/Merced Lake (pass through)
Exit Date: 08/24/2011
Exit Trailhead: Whitney Portal
Along the way we will be joined at various times by esteemed guests like Kristofer and Cali with hopes of seeing the DiFiori's and Wendie at least once!
Excited? You betcha!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
And then there were 3
My resolve to post at least something everyday has been degraded as you probably already know. What you may not have known is that I planned to update this blog on a daily basis.
So we're even.
Actually, We Are Three now.
While I was away front pointing up waterfall ice in Colorado, the highly esteemed Reverend Di Fiori was diagnosed with an on going case of Plantar fasciitis. (Yes Rich, that is an NCBI link you see there - it was the first thing to pop up on The All Seeing Oracle.)
This is a malady I hope to never contract. I have met myriad people who have been affected by it's singular charms and I can honestly say I want to keep as much distance between my tender tootsies and it as possible. The tale of Rev. Russ' battle with the condition is full of hopeful woe. Training hikes with a paltry 12 pounds on his back virtually crippled him. You see, this particular pain in the heel causes normal people to feel there are red hot splinters of glass being shoved into their heels with every step.
While pain killers make a trip to the can a bearable thing, 9 out of 10 Doctors agree that a 200 mile hike with the condition might not be the best idea. Especially since healing (no pun intended) time ranges from weeks to years depending on the subject affected.
My own personal loss due to The Rev's departure is almost too much to bear. I had hoped to glean an entire semesters worth of Evolutionary Biology from him as the miles unfolded. Now I am stuck listening to Rich whine about how his very expensive lens won't bring the Bighorn Sheep into focus between bouts of Chuck regaling us with tales of pulling donkeys out of steep walled canyons.
Wait. That's not 100% true.
I look forward to filling Rich's pack with rocks as he leaves only footprints and takes only pictures, and look forward to the security of having Chuck's EMT training along for the duration. Their stories are welcome - even if I've heard them before!
What was I thinking???
But to the Reverend Di Fiori - I wish you a speedy recovery and good health in the future. If the fates conspire to bring us together at some point on our odyssey, we shall all be richer for the occurrence. (Doubly so if Sara chooses to come with you - I have many, many questions about the Sierra Crest I am sure she could answer!)
Heel well Sir Russ.
Christopher
So we're even.
Actually, We Are Three now.
While I was away front pointing up waterfall ice in Colorado, the highly esteemed Reverend Di Fiori was diagnosed with an on going case of Plantar fasciitis. (Yes Rich, that is an NCBI link you see there - it was the first thing to pop up on The All Seeing Oracle.)
This is a malady I hope to never contract. I have met myriad people who have been affected by it's singular charms and I can honestly say I want to keep as much distance between my tender tootsies and it as possible. The tale of Rev. Russ' battle with the condition is full of hopeful woe. Training hikes with a paltry 12 pounds on his back virtually crippled him. You see, this particular pain in the heel causes normal people to feel there are red hot splinters of glass being shoved into their heels with every step.
While pain killers make a trip to the can a bearable thing, 9 out of 10 Doctors agree that a 200 mile hike with the condition might not be the best idea. Especially since healing (no pun intended) time ranges from weeks to years depending on the subject affected.
My own personal loss due to The Rev's departure is almost too much to bear. I had hoped to glean an entire semesters worth of Evolutionary Biology from him as the miles unfolded. Now I am stuck listening to Rich whine about how his very expensive lens won't bring the Bighorn Sheep into focus between bouts of Chuck regaling us with tales of pulling donkeys out of steep walled canyons.
Wait. That's not 100% true.
I look forward to filling Rich's pack with rocks as he leaves only footprints and takes only pictures, and look forward to the security of having Chuck's EMT training along for the duration. Their stories are welcome - even if I've heard them before!
What was I thinking???
But to the Reverend Di Fiori - I wish you a speedy recovery and good health in the future. If the fates conspire to bring us together at some point on our odyssey, we shall all be richer for the occurrence. (Doubly so if Sara chooses to come with you - I have many, many questions about the Sierra Crest I am sure she could answer!)
Heel well Sir Russ.
Christopher
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Hooray for Ouray - Have an Ice Day!!
So as you might be able to tell form the title of this post, Ouray Colorado passes the test. More than passes the test. WAY more than passes the test!
We found a great homebrew bar - yes, a homebrew bar. Not a microbrewery, Home Brew. The place is unlike anything we'd ever seen, complete with a hanging swing chair mounted on a race that allows the bartender, "Mr. Grumnpy Pants" (aka Hutch) to slide down the length of the bar without standing up! He makes great stuff too - our favorite was the Scotch Ale. We are going back for more tonight.
Here's Hutch with my Tour of his homebrews!
Other than the beer, we have found the climbing to be quite agreeable. The Box Canyon Falls area is stunningly beautiful, the ice is really stunning and the climbing is... well, it's amazing! We top roped some WI3's yesterday and played on some shorter, easier stuff today. In fact I lead my first ice climb - a WI2 - onsite today. It was kick ass! The worst part of leading ice for me was realizing I was going to have to spend a lot more money on gear now. I loved it!
Me at the top of my first ice lead!
We will enjoy 2 more days of climbing here in Ouray before heading home. I hope things are going as well for Rich and Wendie on the Ski Holiday as they are here.
Till next time!!!
We found a great homebrew bar - yes, a homebrew bar. Not a microbrewery, Home Brew. The place is unlike anything we'd ever seen, complete with a hanging swing chair mounted on a race that allows the bartender, "Mr. Grumnpy Pants" (aka Hutch) to slide down the length of the bar without standing up! He makes great stuff too - our favorite was the Scotch Ale. We are going back for more tonight.
Other than the beer, we have found the climbing to be quite agreeable. The Box Canyon Falls area is stunningly beautiful, the ice is really stunning and the climbing is... well, it's amazing! We top roped some WI3's yesterday and played on some shorter, easier stuff today. In fact I lead my first ice climb - a WI2 - onsite today. It was kick ass! The worst part of leading ice for me was realizing I was going to have to spend a lot more money on gear now. I loved it!
We will enjoy 2 more days of climbing here in Ouray before heading home. I hope things are going as well for Rich and Wendie on the Ski Holiday as they are here.
Till next time!!!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
(Not so) Grand Junction
13 hours in a CRV is not training for the JMT.
13 hours in a CRV is not training for anything.
13 hours in a CRV from L.A. gets you to Grand Junction, CO. It gets you to a barely passable brewhouse called Landslide where the beer is watery, the ceasar salad tastes like Miracle Whip and the calzone is... well... not the greatest. But from there you can retire to the palacial environs of the Roadway Inn. Thankfully the toilet has a strong flush and the heater works.
Tomorrow we depart again, this time for the ice climbing! This will tax us all I'm sure, but at least I will be able to feel my ass - we are only an hour and a half from the desired location, no more sitting for indefinete stretches with fleeting glipses of places you would rather be.
Everything else being equal, we did get to see some amazing geology today. The land outside Zion is quite remarkable and I hope to return soon to amble about with a tent on my back.
The wireless connection we have is spotty to be kind, so I must allow the owner of this compouter to check his email now. (Not to mention the connection is so slow I fear running spell check!)
Wishing Rich and Wendie the best on thier own Colorado adventure,
Christopher
PS: The 4.0 beer curse that is called Utah being broken is about the best thing I can currently say about Grand Junction. I'm sure the town is nice in the day, but mindlessly driving about at night... aint.
13 hours in a CRV is not training for anything.
13 hours in a CRV from L.A. gets you to Grand Junction, CO. It gets you to a barely passable brewhouse called Landslide where the beer is watery, the ceasar salad tastes like Miracle Whip and the calzone is... well... not the greatest. But from there you can retire to the palacial environs of the Roadway Inn. Thankfully the toilet has a strong flush and the heater works.
Tomorrow we depart again, this time for the ice climbing! This will tax us all I'm sure, but at least I will be able to feel my ass - we are only an hour and a half from the desired location, no more sitting for indefinete stretches with fleeting glipses of places you would rather be.
Everything else being equal, we did get to see some amazing geology today. The land outside Zion is quite remarkable and I hope to return soon to amble about with a tent on my back.
The wireless connection we have is spotty to be kind, so I must allow the owner of this compouter to check his email now. (Not to mention the connection is so slow I fear running spell check!)
Wishing Rich and Wendie the best on thier own Colorado adventure,
Christopher
PS: The 4.0 beer curse that is called Utah being broken is about the best thing I can currently say about Grand Junction. I'm sure the town is nice in the day, but mindlessly driving about at night... aint.
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