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Mt Adams-August 2000

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Mt Adams-A quick backpacking trip at the conclusion of a business trip.

Backpackers: Ed Tucker, Carl Fisher

August 18, 2000 – Ed Tucker and I are doing a trail at the base of Mt Adams.  We got started at 9:30 am with overcast 50 degree weather.  We hiked 7 miles to Horseshoe Meadows where we set up camp and used a piece of plastic to rig a vestibule in front of our tent.  At 7:30 pm the skies cleared and opened up with the setting sun lighting up Mt. Adams.  This was our first view all day and it was beautiful.  We have seen lots of wildflowers, purple Lupine, red Indian Paint Brush, wild daisys, and a brilliant yellow flower.  The wet cold chills us to the bone.

August 19, 2000 –  It was a good thing we pitched the plastic tarp because it rained or misted all night long.  We decided to day hike today (instead of trekking) in case the weather doesn’t break we can hike out tomorrow.  We hiked to the lava flow – a total of 5 miles one way – and they were less than impressive (maybe it is the weather).  We wore our rainsuits for the entire day.  Weirdest thing – last night when we went to bed the nearby stream was flowing strongly and this morning there was no water.  We had to hike an additional mile to get water.  We assumed that with temp’s in the 40’s at our elevation caused the glaciers higher up on the mountain to freeze and stop the flow.

August 20, 2000 – We woke to a bright blue sky, 37 degrees and no wind and decided to do something different.  We followed a stream out of Horseshoe Meadow upstream to 6800 feet until we reached “The Bumper”.  We kept going higher until we reached some snow fields where we had lunch warming ourselves in the balmy temperatures on the south facing hill.  It is much drier today and my boots, which leaked like a sieve yesterday, are finally starting to dry out.  We have actually seen more women than men hiking the trails.   After lunch we hiked toward Looking Glass Lake.

August 21, 2000 – An uneventful, downhill hike back to the car.

The “Bloody Stump March” in the Mazatzal Wilderness

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May 8, 1999

Carl, Ed, John, and Mark flew from Green Bay WI to Phoenix AZ on an uneventful flight. Tim met them at baggage claim and the group proceeded to the parking lot of Tim’s office where we proceeded to fill water bottles, fuel bottles and to pack the backpacks for the trek. After a brief, but bumpy, ride down a dirt road we arrived at the trailhead. No problem parking – no cars for miles. So it was with high hopes and even higher spirits that the group of five began the trek that they would soon refer to as “The Mazatzal Death March”.

Left to right, Mark Williams, John Gundry, and Tim Pickering

The saga begins at 5:00pm with a gentle uphill climb on an even dirt path. Upon reaching the top, the tread changed from dirt to fist sized rocks, loosely strewn on the ground every 4 to 6 inches. When stepped upon, these rocks move increasing the chance for a twisted ankle and blisters.

Fortunately, no twisted ankles but blisters were to play an important role in the trek. The next two miles were relatively flat with a slight downhill slope. After hiking for 1.5 hours we selected a spot to make camp for the night. Finding level ground without cactus and rocks was tough. The three tents were pitched very close together.

Example of “hard scrabble” which caused severe blisters for Tim and Carl.

Supper was spaghetti which ended up being burned to the bottom of the pot, fortunately it did not destroy the flavor.

May 9, 1999

We were up with the first light, something that happens every day. Spirits are still high. After a hot breakfast of oatmeal, Mark discovered a scorpion crawling on his pack. Our planned route today takes us to the intersection of the Verde and East Verde rivers, a descent of 2600 feet and a hike of 8 miles. Footing remained treacherous throughout the day and by noon Carl and Tim were doctoring their feet liberally with moleskin.

The Verde River that is our destination.

The temperature was in the 80’s and the group thought they had plenty of water and planned to replenish water supplies at one of the 4 stock tanks shown on the map. Doubt began to creep into our minds when the first tank was dry. “Maybe the Forest Service ranger was incorrect” thought Carl “when he told us water shouldn’t be an issue.” After the fourth dry tank, open discussion about the planned route occurred but the best option was to continue forward.

There was no better sight than the lush Verde River valley. Yes, there was water and pools large enough for swimming. By this time we had been using the map long enough to make the connection between the term “hardscrabble” on the map and the treacherous rocks we had been negotiating all day long. For comparison purposes, walking on loose sand by the river was easier than the hardscrabble.

May 10, 1999

We woke to a clear morning with nice temperatures. However, Carl and Tim’s feet were a mess. Both had significant blisters and did not want to walk today. A group decision was made to stay put for the day since we had a nice campsite on sand right next to the Verde River. Mark, John, and Ed went for a hike while Carl and Tim stayed in camp. Swimming in the Verde River was refreshing.

Relaxing in the cool waters of the Verde River where we camped.

Our plan was to hike out by a different, fifteen mile route. However, the lack of water on the way in AND Tim and Carl’s blisters led to disagreement. Should we stay on plan and take a chance of no water on the long route or stay with the way we came in and carry a lot of water uphill? After much discussion we set a deadline of 5:00pm. Stand on one side of a line drawn in the sand to return via the known route or the other side to stick with the plan. Fortunately for Tim and Carl the decision was made to return on the shorter, known route.

Discussing our return route.

May 11, 1999

An uneventful hike out. Upon returning to Tim’s white mini-van we discovered that it was covered with dark marks and slobber. We speculate that the nearby cows mistook his white van for a salt lick! Since we came out a day early we headed for Flagstaff where Tim’s family had a condo that we were able to crash at, clean up, and get a nice meal at a nearby restaurant. 

Postscript

Tim actually had bloody toes and lost 2 toe nails a week after returning from the trip (thankfully no pictures to show). The trip is now referred to by the participants as “The Bloody Stump March”.