peace out
I’m headed up to Gerlach, NV.
Be back in two weeks.
Namaste.
I’m headed up to Gerlach, NV.
Be back in two weeks.
Namaste.
8:30am - out of bed
9:30 am - in to work
11:30-1pm - lunch (yes, it went a bit long)
1-9pm - work
Long effing day…
Holy crap,
I’m definitely not quite packed for Burning Man, even though I leave early Friday. I don’t even have much food yet. I do, however, have a ton of booze. >:-)
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My brain is already there.
See you in 2 weeks!
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Everytime we hug, you hold me just an instant longer. I can’t get enough of that instant.
dub.
I just got home from Meadow Lake and I’m exhausted. Being behind a desk might be starting to catch up with me, I’m not sure…
Bryan Follis and I left work at about 1 on Friday, rearing to go backpacking. Unfortunately, so was everyone else on the highway (or so it seemed). 5 hours of traffic later, we arrive at the “trailhead” for meadow lake. After much confusion about where to park (and meeting up with my dad), we decided to park below the damn, notify someone who looks like they are in charge, and take off down the trail. With light fading fast, we’re racing down the 5km to Meadow Lake. Yes, this trip was not very long, as one of my cousins who hasn’t been in a while was supposed to be going (turns out she had work complications, and couldn’t make it).
Anyway, we reached camp around 7:15 or so, set up camp, and dined with my Uncle Steve, Uncle Mark, and cousin Matthew. We didn’t bother to get our own food out, since they had plently of left overs. After that and a few sips of whiskey, it was time for sleep.
The next day, we lazed around, Bryan climbed almost up to the northern ridge line, and I fished. I caught a nice Rainbow Trout (which we later ate — it was delicious!), but my dad had no luck.
That night, I set my camera up to do 20 minute exposures of camp on a 20 minute interval. Got some awesome shots!
Review of Meadow Lake:
There is a 4×4 trail that goes pretty much all the way to the lake (this was the trail we hiked on). Because of this, I felt it was not quite representative of a true wilderness experience — there was a surprising amount of broken glass bottles and a few crushed and forgotten beer cans; real backpackers would never leave a trace — 4×4-ers, on the other hand, tend to be less “leave no trace,” in my opinion. It was a good weekend escape, but I would recommend other lakes that are only reachable on foot and that are within a wilderness area for a better backpacking experience.