Camping

Hull Cook

During the late 1920s and early ’30s, a small hut stood at the Boulderfield (12,750 feet) on Longs Peak in Colorado’s Rocky Mountain National Park. The Boulderfield is 5.9 miles into the Longs Peak hike and the beginning of the hike’s most difficult portion. Guests could hike or ride horseback to the Boulderfield Shelter Cabin, spend the night in a bunk with a hot meals, and climb the 14,259-foot peak in the morning, usually by the north face, which was equipped in those days with steel cables for hand rails. For two or three years during the early ’30s, Hull Cook worked at the Boulderfield Shelter Cabin. He and Clerin Zumwalt, aka Zum, became famous for their rescues on the park’s only fourteener. Hull is pictured on the left in middle picture. Each morning the guides used to shout, “Indian’s a-comin’!” as they spotted the first hikers at the edge of the Boulderfield.

Back in April, the Colorado Mountain Journal posted some of Hull’s memoirs from his time at the Boulderfield. You can read them here:

As hotels go, ours was tiny and Spartan. We called it “the cabin.” There was no electricity and no running water, unless you ran while carrying it from the spring. There was also almost no privacy. It was a two-story structure, the upper floor accessed by a ladder hinged to the ceiling of the ground-floor room. By Hilton standards it was indeed small, only 14 by 18 feet, so the space had to be efficiently utilized. Upstairs, springs and mattresses were placed directly on the floor, three on each side of the stair hole, and above the stair hole was a double-decker single bed. This arrangement could accommodate 14 people in relative comfort, unless someone had to go to the bathroom during the night, in which case comfort might be called into question. He or she would have to stumble over fellow sleepers, descend the ladder and seek relief outdoors, presumably making the effort to follow the dark rocky trail to the distant privy. No lights. Possession of matches or flashlight was desirable even to find the place, and to obviate the need for a somewhat unsanitary old-fashioned pot, and although canvas curtains could be drawn between the beds, there would have been few people with the callous temerity to use it in such a setting of crowded togetherness. If you rolled over you were apt to find yourself in bed with a stranger, possibly not all that bad if it happened to be someone of the opposite sex.

Good Ol’ Kathy Mumford


A few days ago, Kathy Mumford (pictured here) became the first woman to finish the Northern Forest Canoe Trail, a 740-mile canoe route through New York, Vermont, Canada and Maine. Along the route, she passed through 22 rivers and streams, 56 miles of lakes and ponds, 45 communities, three national wildlife refuges and more than 55 miles of portages in 62 carries.

“My kids were grown and gone, I’d been laid off from a job that I loved and was sending out resumes but getting no response,” Mumford said. “So I said, ‘You know what? I’m going camping.’”

The trip took 58 days, and because of the size of her boat, a 35 pound kayak not rated for anything above Class 2 rapids, and a promise to her mother, Mumford portaged around the big rapids. She also kept a journal everynight (“really just one long run-on sentence”) that I can imagine will be a book soon enough. Rightfully so.

Nice job, Kathy Mumford. That’s pretty studly. Full story at the Bangor Daily News.

BIG BEND REGION COLORING BOOK

The Chihuahuan Desert straddles the U.S.-Mexico border in the central and northern portions of the Mexican Plateau, bordered on the west by the extensive Sierra Madre Occidental range, and overlaying northern portions of the east range, the Sierra Madre Oriental. On the U.S. side it occupies the valleys and basins of central and southern New Mexico, Texas west of the Pecos River and southeastern Arizona. The Chihuahuan has an area of 139,769 sq miles, making it the third largest desert in the Western Hemisphere and the second largest in North America, after the Great Basin Desert.

Above are drawings from the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department’s BIG BEND REGION COLORING BOOK, which includes Big Bend Ranch State Park, the largest state park in Texas, with over 300,000 acres of Chihuahuan Desert wilderness and 66 miles of trail. Have at it.

Anza-Borrego

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park is named after 1700s Spanish explorer Juan Bautista de Anza (also the namesake for the Juan Bautista de Anza National Scenic Trail) and from the Spanish word Borrego meaning Bighorn sheep. With 600,000 acres that include one fifth of San Diego County within its borders, Anza-Borrego is the largest State Park in California, and after New York’s Adirondack Park, it’s the second largest one in all the continental United States.

MP3: Sugar Minott – Good Thing Going*

MP3: Sugar Minott – Just Don’t Wanna Be Lonely

MSR Pocket Rocket

The MSR Pocket Rocket is no doubt one of the best purchases you’ll ever make. The little, water-boiling, quesadilla-making 3 oz. stove has been a staple in my pack (and I’m sure most of yours) for many years, and using it is always one of my favorite parts about camping. There are few things better than getting to your campsite, setting up your tent, pulling out your Crazy Creek and finding a good flat surface so you can cook your dinner and read your book. (The Pocket Rocket and Crazy Creek Hexalite should be packaged together. They’re peanut butter and jelly.) The stove is small, cheap ($30 or so), has great heat control and is as reliable as the ol’ Subaru. The design is so simple, you feel like you’re using something 100 years old.

If you don’t already have a Pocket Rocket for your summer/fall excursions, go try one out. You’ll like it so much that you’ll want to cook dinner on your bedroom floor when you get home from work.

**In any proper “review” you’re supposed to list the negatives along with positives, and if I were to do that, I’d have say something about canister stoves and below freezing temperatures, but there’s no reason to think of that torture right now…

Summer Camp

This American Life replayed their summer camp episode, Notes On Camp, this last week, so take the opportunity and download the mp3 here. If you went to camp (I was in Bemidji, MN on Lake Plantagenet for a couple of summers) it’s hard to listen and not long for the days when Corn Nuts were considered more important than money and Ovations made you cool.

Appalachian Trail Weekend

Madison Spring Hut

The High Huts of the White Mountains (map is up top) are a series of eight mountain huts in the White Mountains, in the U.S. state of New Hampshire, owned and maintained by the AMC. They are positioned at intervals along the Appalachian Trail, generally separated by six to eight miles.

The huts are maintained by a team of five to nine caretakers – called the “croo” – during full-service season. Each crew member works for eleven days on, three days off. During the eleven working days, they must make four trips back down the mountain to get perishable food and other supplies, carrying heavy loads. At the beginning of each season, fuel and supplies are flown into the huts by helicopter.

Madison Spring Hut, built in 1888, is both the oldest hut site in the chain and the oldest hut site in the United States. The first overnight guests stayed in the winter of 1889, and in 1906 a fee was instituted to utilize the shelter — 50 cents per night. The original hut was expanded in that same year, as well as 1911, 1922, and 1929. In 1940, a fire — caused by the ignition of gasoline for the gasoline-electric power generator — destroyed much of the hut. The following year it was rebuilt and re-opened. It is the second highest hut in the chain, and sleeps the third highest number of guests. The hut is accessed most directly from the Valley Way Trail (from the Appalachia parking lot) and is generally considered the most difficult of the full-service huts to access, based on distance and elevation required to reach it. If you’ve ever done the hike, you’ll know that to be true. The Valley Way Trail is STEEP.

Happy Summer




A blog full of journal entries and pictures from GoodHarbor’s 1979 cross-country bicycle trip can be found right here.

Today is June 21st, 2010, the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, the first day of summer. I would imagine that most of you have your “big trip” and/or tripS planned for the season, and if you don’t, it’s about that time to get out the ol’ map. Wilderness.net always has some good ideas.

If you have indeed made some plans to get out on the trail this summer, which if you’re still reading this, I would imagine you have, please share your itineraries with each other in the comments. I’m sure we’d all love to know what everyone around the country (world?) is up to in the coming months.

Happy trails, people.

Skyline Drive

As the post below suggests, I spent the better half of the week driving around the middle of Virginia (Stonewall Jackson Country) eating fresh biscuits and walking through the BEAUTIFUL Blue Ridge Mountains. I was there for work (not Cold Splinters stuff, but something I’ll get at in the weeks to come) and got back late last night with thoughts of Foamhenge still on my mind.

On the way back, we drove through the last 1/3 of Skyline Drive in Shenandoah, a 105-mile road that runs the entire length of the park. It was pretty and foggy and slow and winding, and surprisingly enjoyable for a National Park drive. I’ve never actually camped in Shenandoah before, but after a quick look around and a long chat with a park ranger in Front Royal, I’m itching to go back. Seems like one hell of a place.

See you again real soon, Virginia.

MP3: Stonewall Jackson – One Look At Heaven