Here’s the short summary of 2016 for me: many of the new things I hoped for did not pan out, yet I managed to hang on to the basic things that make for a quality life. An amazing life, in fact, when put in perspective. The perspective part is important. I don’t want to fall…
I try climbing at Mores Mountain, then head for Ann’s parents house in Nampa.
We eat in Stanley, swim in Idaho city, and fill up in Boise before heading upward again to Mores mountain.
Our foot problems start to drive us bonkers, but extreme outdoor beauty helps.
Alien noises wake us up, we encounter heavy smoke driving along the Salmon river, and camp up a small side canyon.
I get a foot exam, fail to receive new footwear in the mail, and head for the endpoint of my 2004 CDT hike.
I tag along with an ornithologist from Montana Western University to see if we can spot a Peregrine nest.
Off trail for the day, I review the meetings and full moon hiking that came after submerging my recorder.
The trail feels remote and high, but I encounter a local with his kids, who provokes some thoughts on grizzlies. A descent causes some worrisome foot pain before the entries suddenly stop, as if I had dropped my recorder in a creek.
I encounter hawks, elk, cattle, and Ann! The trail takes a different route than I expect, then takes me high.