Will we wake up on New Year’s day and realize that the crazy, chaotic, disaster-riddled mess of 2017 was all just a fever dream? I’ve definitely had my share of fever as I close out 2017 with a solid case of the flu, so maybe I’d better jot down some of what I remember before…
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.