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Friday, December 3, 2010

Senior Hiking # 378 - Chimney Rock

32°
Nov 15, 2010…Chimney Rock in the snow…Tr #256
…hike # 378 by Betsy

Whew…I am still in shock over a very unexpected but wonderful surprise over the weekend. On Friday Nov 12, we celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary… and my thought that no one remembered dissolved when all four of our kids and some spouses appeared at our door. We had no clue they had been planning this for almost a year. The ten of us had such a wonderful, and a loud at times, visit…it was so good to see all of them, some of whom we have not seen for quite some time. We have the best kids in the world. Thanks, guys!
Even though it was raining here at home, rather than do one of our rainy day hikes or go up to Schweitzer, where we spend most of the winter, we decided to try one more time for a Selkirk mountain hike. We didn’t know how far we would get but it was worth a try. The forecast for the mountains was 80% snow and 32°…too tempting to resist. Just a short way down Upper Pack River Rd, we spotted a young mama moose and just down the road was her yearling calf. Then at the intersection to the three last trails, we passed a hunter driving out with his loot...a good sized buck in the back of his pick up truck. Most of the road was free of snow…just a smattering along the sides but the road down to Chimney Rock trail head was very snowy with ice underneath.

Jim loaded the snowshoes on to his pack…not enough snow for them at the start. I put on my fleece vest and my orange hat, only to cover it up with me hood. It was about 34° but with a nip in the air and it was not snowing yet. Snow got deeper as we climbed this steep trail, and when we got to the first creek, it began to snow lightly. At Chimney Creek the snow began to come down much harder, enough so that we had to put on the heavy duty precip jackets. We should have put the snowshoes on here too but we didn’t. I was leading and the snow wasn’t too difficult to walk in with my snowshoe boots. Jim had more of a problem in that he sank deeper, even walking in my tracks. Crossing two creeks was tricky.

Lots of bear tracks, and it appeared to be a mama and a cub…and some elk tracks. Took pics, and eventually they all went over the side…the tracks, that is.

By the time we got to spot where we normally would get the first view of Chimney Rock, it was snowing very hard and we were beat from the steep hike up in boots. Everything was totally socked in with fog. Tried unsuccessfully to find some trees for shelter from the snow…ate lunch and then turned around. It took three hours to get here…and we had a long hike back down…not to mention that it gets dark much earlier now. We need to get back into winter mode and be out to the truck by 3:30 or earlier now. Descending was much easier than the ascent, and it was just about dark when we reached the truck. Driving out we saw an elk jump into the woods and the snow turned to hard rain all the way home.



Left home 9:15 (late start today!)
Got to TH 10:15Started up 10:30
Got to lunch spot 1:30 (3 hours up)
Turned around 1:50
Got to truck 3:55 (2 hours, 5 minutes down)
Total miles hiked 8½ miles
Total hiking time 5 hours, 25 minutes

Senior Hiking #377 - Harrison Lake

32° - 35°


Nov 8, 2010…Harrison Lake 1st snow hike …tr #217…
hike # 377
by Betsy
Thinking that this could be our last opportunity to head up to the mountain trail heads, and with snow in the forecast, we headed up Upper Pack River Rd. We brought all our gear, not knowing what to expect…snowshoes, boots, gaiters, and warm clothes. On the last section of road, we began to see snow, not only along the sides of the road but falling from the sky as well. There was no one at the trail head…no surprise here…and we bundled up. I wore my snowshoe boots and gaiters, more for water protection and warmth than for comfort. They are not hiking boots but I can get along with them okay. We left the snowshoes in the truck.

We got so engrossed in all the wildlife tracks, and were studying what looked like a nice bear print when I looked up ahead on the trail and saw two hunters coming down. It scared the daylights out of me as I jumped, thinking it was a bear! They had parked in a spot past the trail head so we hadn’t seen their rig…and took a critter trial up…they had not gone to the lake…not sure if they even knew there was a lake. They were hunting for deer but had seen nothing.

There was so much water on the trails and the creeks were overflowing due to all the rains we have received…it looked more like a heavy spring run off. And stepping in so many mud filled sinkholes was not that much fun. I had to take my fleece vest off at our snack spot.

Plodding on, the snow got deeper and deeper and we guessed it was close to three feet. Post holing slowed us down considerably. By the time we got to the lake, the temperature had dropped down to 33° and we ate our lunch under the big rock overhang before walking over to the lake to take pictures. I put more clothes on before we took off...everything was cold now…my hands, my feet, even my nose. And I stayed cold for most of the way down and figured that from now on I would go into winter clothes mode…warmer long johns on bottom and two or more on top. It snowed for about half the way down.




Left home 9:10Got to trail head 10:05Started up 10:15Got to lake 12:45 (2 hours 30 min)
Headed down 1:00
Got to truck 3:00 (2 hours)
Total miles hiked 6 miles
Total hiking time 4 hours, 45 minutes

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Senior Hiking # 376 Mineral Point and Lost Lake

47°

Nov 1, 2010…Mineral Point/Lost Lake…tr #81 & 82 …
hike # 376 by Betsy

Rain with 70% probability was predicted and they were right but the weather gods were kind to us today by not dumping on us till we were almost back to the truck.

We have done this hike several times before, it being one of our three rainy day hikes, and all of which are mountain bike trails. This recently built trail is an extension of the Mineral Point trail, which goes straight down to the lake…the extended part starts from the same point at top but meanders thru the woods, full of ponderosa pine and cedars, over to the Lost Lake trail offering many nice views of the lake. It is very beautiful.

The last time we did it though, we found a fork in the trail with no indication as to which way the trail to Lost Lake went…we took the one on the right and found a lake but we both had no recollection of this lake…it didn’t look like the Lost Lake we remembered before the new trail was built and it didn’t have any sitting benches. Hmmm. So this time we took the trail on the left and voila! We found the real Lost Lake and it was as we remembered and we now know the other lake is Mud Lake!

We met a couple of mountain bikers, one of whom was a member of the Pend Oreille Pedalers, the group who built the new trail. Again we caught up with them at the lake…they pedaled on and we ate lunch and took pics.

We saw the biggest mushrooms ever today, some were pizza sized. Never have we seen such an oddity, and so many in one particular spot.

There was a sad story in the paper this week…a 56 year old experienced hiker out for a day hike near Priest Lake…his car was found unoccupied for three weeks after his family reported him missing. Search and Rescue tried for 24 hours to find him but called off the search due to 3’ of snow. They said they would resume the search in the spring or if the predicted big snow winter comes thru, it won’t be till July 2011. My assumption is that he fell off a cliff and is gone. His family has hope that he will come home. The mountains are not very forgiving some times.


Left home 9:35Started up 10:30
Got to lake 12:30Turned around 12:40
Got to truck 2:00Total miles hiked 7 miles
Total hiking time 3 hours, 30 minutes

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Senior Hiking - How it all began!

Posted: Sunday, November 7, 2010 10:00 am

Updated: 9:48 pm, Sat Nov 6, 2010.


Newspaper article By DAVID GUNTER
     SANDPOINT — Together, they have hiked nearly 3,500 miles over the course of about 360 trips to the trailhead. For Betsy and Jim, these hikes are more than a passion for the outdoors. They are the weekly remembrance of a love story that plays itself out on the trail.
     For this couple, a romantic walk means spending the day exploring wildflower strewn meadows, scrambling over boulders to find hidden mountain lakes or stepping into snowshoes for a climb that leaves them standing breathless and awestruck on the highest peaks the region has to offer.
     They have been together for some time, but this chapter of their love story started seven and a half years ago, at a time when Betsy was recuperating from a battle with breast cancer. After a year that included two surgeries, a half dozen rounds of chemo and seven weeks of daily radiation treatments, she found it difficult to climb the stairs at the library, much less anything as rigorous as a hike.
     Jim, though, sensed that the outdoors was just the medicine his wife needed. He’d been spending part of his Sundays fly fishing and discovered the trail up to Harrison Lake on one of those outings. Somehow, he knew that asking his wife in person to join him the following week would result in a “no.” With that in mind, he made the invitation via e-mail.
     “He was right — my first instinct was to say ‘no way,’ ” Betsy recalled.
     After mulling it over, she decided to drive into town and find a pair of hiking boots to replace the ones she had long ago given away.
     “Then I e-mailed him back with a ‘yes!’” she said. “He was shocked.”
The first hike was scheduled to last 15-20 minutes up the Harrison Lake trail to a good view spot, where they would call it a day. Betsy, however, wouldn’t turn around at that point.
     “I told him, ‘I’m going to the lake — I didn’t go into town and buy hiking shoes for nothing,’” she said.
     On the way back to town after the hike, the couple stopped into Buck & Edna’s — it was still standing on the Pack River Road at the time — for what Betsy described as “one of the coldest beers I ever had.” Still on a hiking high, she asked Jim what the plan was for the following Sunday.
     They have been hiking together every week since that time.
     “Fifty-two weeks a year — rain or shine, fog, cold, blizzards and 40 mile per hour winds,” Betsy said. “We’ve been out in it all.”
     There are some great trail guides available for those who want to hike the Selkirk and Cabinet Mountains, but none have quite the personal touch of the “hiking reports” Betsy logs after each trip. They recount the time the couple left home, when they arrived at the trailhead, GPS readings, mileage covered and the time they got back to the truck, all interspersed with personal reflections and weather reports.
     “As you can tell, I’m a perfectionist,” Betsy said as she thumbed through the indexed and very organized notebook of reports.
     When asked if she has a favorite hike, she responds: “Do you have a favorite child?” Still, when pressed, she does list Fault Lake and Big Fisher Lake as two locations that get high marks, along with Bee Hive Lake, Chimney Rock and the one that started it all, Harrison Lake.
     Getting her to name a trail she’d never want to hike again turns out to be an easier proposition.
     “Goat Mountain,” Betsy said without hesitation. “The elevation gain is 4,000 feet in three miles. I’m happy we did it, but I never want to do it again. It’s a killer.”
     That trip, like all the others, is listed in great detail in her reports. Other day trips include attempts to summit Silver Dollar Peak — a still-elusive goal — and successful hikes to the top of Scotchman Peak, the summits of three of the Seven Sisters and the highest peak in Boundary County, which has no name at all, just a map listing as “7709 feet.”
     While most of the hike reports recall trails that have proper signs and guidebook listings, there is also a category for unmarked trails in the notebook. Once done, those trips, too, receive some sort of a name to commemorate their completion.
     “Those are the trails that only exist in Jim’s mind,” Betsy said, flipping the report pages until she finds her notes on one particular hike. “Here’s a good example: This is one I named, ‘Bushwhack to Nowhere.’”
     One of the more memorable climbs took the hikers to a remote spot that has come to be known as Miracle Mountain. On the rocky slopes beneath its peak, those who have the tenacity to find the place can still see the crumpled remnants of a plane crash.
     “We couldn’t find it the first time,” said Betsy, who, with her husband, learned about the site from Royal Shields. “It’s up in the boonies on a ridge above Little Harrison Lake, between Sister Four and Sister Five. I swear, it seemed like nobody had ever been there before.”
     On their second hike to find the plane crash, they encountered Royal and Jana Shields, who led them to a sign above the wreckage. Amazingly, the wooden marker tells of a family that survived the crash almost 25 years ago.
     Under the words “Miracle Mountain” the sign reads: “Irwin family of four walked away from plane crash of C-70040. 4-20-86. Praise the Lord.”
     “We’ve talked to other avid hikers and nobody — I mean nobody — knows anything about it,” said Betsy, who later researched the crash and posted a plastic-covered newspaper clipping under the sign for those who might want to know the whole story.
     When she went to the Bonner County Historical Society Museum to look up press accounts of the accident, volunteers asked her if she was a lawyer or a member of the Irwin family.
     “Neither, I told them. I’m a hiker.”
     Along with the written reports, Betsy chronicles the couple’s hikes with her camera. Her requirements are simple but non-negotiable: The unit has to be small enough to fit into her waist pack and be able to handle both close-ups and panoramic vistas with ease. Readers of the Daily Bee see her work regularly in the “Your Best Shot” feature slot, a venue that has become a stand-in photo gallery for her more than 100 published shots of wildlife, plants and mountaintop views that can only be earned the hard way.
     “I love doing both — hiking and photography,” said Betsy. “And they just happen to complement each other.”
     On some of their early hikes, Jim opted to scout ahead on the trail when Betsy stopped to collect photos of a flower or batch of huckleberries that caught her artist’s eye. Now that she has become known for her photos, he has started to help her scout new images — sometimes, it seems, with a little too much enthusiasm.
     They started hiking together in the early 60s. Now 70, they take their weekly outings so seriously that they close their business — Mountain Spa & Stove — on Mondays to allow time to get to some of the more remote trailheads. On average, each hike totals about 10 miles, though several have gone considerably farther.
     “We’ve only missed about six times in seven and a half years,” Betsy said. “I’m so happy that we do this, that we have our health and that we live here.”
     Betsy 's photographs can be seen in the Daily Bee, while selected hike reports and images can be found online at www.riverjournal.com by clicking the Outdoors tab and going to the Mountain Walkers column.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Time to Make Those Family Get-Togethers Productive!!!

With Thanksgiving and Christmas fast approaching, it is time for you to think like a Family Historian. Figure out your game plan for collecting and sharing your genealogy.

Some ideas for gifts could be: calendars, family history books, videos of your family, a trip back to your heritage (that one sounds like something I want to do), personal journals or family journals, family history quilt, oh, the list can go on and on.

To prepare for some of these gifts, you will need to get organized. First begin by collecting the pictures and information you will need for the gift you wish to make. Remember, time goes by way too fast and your life may get way too busy for too detailed of a project. If you think your project will take a week to do, you are probably wrong. I always plan to do this huge project and as time flies by, I reorganize and take it down a few notches and end up with a far more simple idea.

Most very detailed projects should have been in the works long before now. You can do some simple projects though. Make a Living Journal for your parents/grandparents/children. Put some pretty paper with lined pages and plastic protectors in a loose leaf binder. Put some cute pictures on the outside cover and have some divider pages for categories like - life story, hobbies, school, etc. Make it specific for the person you are giving it to.

Instead of making a whole quilt with family photos, make a pillow or a picture frame. Personalize it by putting your family photo in the middle. Use ancestor photos all along the outside. Use good materials and be neat and careful with your work.

Make an apron for grandpa or grandma using hand prints of the kids. Use your computer to print on transfer paper to be used on material.

Get the kids to help make a fun video of your family. Have each child do some narration.

Have each member of the family write a special something about their grandparent (maybe something they did with them or something they love about them). Put it in a nice book with some family pictures (you can do this online at many photo sites).

So maybe you are not planning to make a family history gift this year but maybe you are planning a family reunion later in the year and want to have something special for that. Now is the time to begin gathering information from all of the relatives. When you have your family dinners and get togethers, bring a recorder or video camera. Take tons of pictures. Ask your family to bring some memorable items with them to the dinner then bring a portable scanner (I just bought one and it is awesome!). Look through photos (be sure to get the names of those in the photos and places and dates are good too). Take down details - names, date, places. Don't be shy...ASK!

Several years ago my mom had Thanksgiving dinner at her house. She had my grandmother (dad's mom) there. I had taken my video camera to take family pictures. At one point I got my grandmother into the living room and started asking her questions. I quickly got the video camera and started asking her to tell me things about her past - her life. Before we knew it, I had her life story on tape (these were the old days of VHS). I was excited to hear these wonderful stories. One story was about the only Christmas present she got as a child (that was something other than useful stuff like clothes or food). She got a locket. Inside the locket was a picture of her mother and one of her sisters.

Three days after Christmas my grandmother was telling her neighbor all about our Christmas together. She started to say something then closed her eyes and was gone. Just like that...just that fast. She was in great health and we had no idea that she would be leaving us at that time but within one instant she was gone. The will stated that mom was given everything inside my grandmother's home and my uncle would get the home (my dad had already passed on). My mom and I went to grandma's home and collected many of her things (she had nothing of real value except for sentimental value). I got a little box that she had on her dresser all of the time I can remember. Inside the pretty box was a little box holding a locket - the very locket that my grandmother had talked about in the video at Thanksgiving. My video became a real treasure to me and how very close I came to not having anything of her. I not only got the locket but the story in her own words telling about that special day that she got the locket.

As you get ready for the holiday festivities, don't forget to take along your camera (and use it), and any other items you may have to help record stories, pictures, family treasures, etc. Be sure to get the stories that go with the items you collect. Remind your family about their heritage by giving gifts from the past or help them to preserve the present for the future by giving gifts that will continue.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Senior Hiking # 375 - Mt. Willard Trail 67

29° - 31° - 34° Oct 11, 2010…Mt. Willard…TR # 67 Mt Pend Oreille to Willard …hike # 375


We needed to get climbing Mt. Willard out of Jim’s system...to me it was a nondescript mountain, with not an attractive thing about it except IT IS THERE and needs to be crossed off the list! This is what we tried for twice before but always ran out of time. So today we got a much earlier start on a very frosty morning with temps about 29°. On the drive over we could see much frost but the road was dry. The sun was out.

When we got to the trail head we saw a rig with an ATV in the back and three people walking up to the old fire tower lookout. We waved goodbye as we took off and they shouted back to ‘have fun.’ It wasn’t as cold as I thought it was going to be…Jim wore longs today and when I got out of the truck I was wishing I had put long johns under my pants. As we began hiking, my face and especially my nose got really cold. Shortly before we got to the trail head, I opened the HotHands and got then in my mitts and it was nice to start out with warm hands. The cold temps were reflected everywhere with hoar frost heaving the rocks out of the ground. We were careful not to slip on the icy frost and frozen ground.

An hour and twenty five minutes later we got to the turnoff for Mt. Pend Oreille...about 20 minutes shorter than last time. The wind picked up, enough so that I had to pull my hood up. Again we walked around Mt. Pend Oreille and headed over toward Mt. Willard and got to the spot we turned around at last time at 11:45…still about twenty minutes ahead of time...plus we gained an extra hour just by getting out the house sooner. The hike down to the bottom of the saddle was not too bad at all and not knowing what to expect, we picked a good spot to go off trail and head up to the top of Willard. There is no trail so we had to bush whack thru 18’ bear grass and lots of rocks. Since the views were hazy today, we couldn’t see too much and there certainly was nothing special on top. I found an old heavy metal stake in the ground, making me believe there may have been fire tower there at one time but did not find any more and we did not find a geological survey marker either, which surprised us in that this peak has a name. To get out of the light wind, we hiked down a bit, sat on a downed tree and ate our lunch.

The hike back to the truck was long…there was still a lot of the heaving frost on the trail and ice in the hollowed out spots. We came upon a lot of cougar scat...and a large pile a poop that Jim thought was grizzly…I asked him why he thought it was and he answered because wanted it to be! We didn’t see a lot of other scat…usually at this time of year the trails are filled purple bear scat…not this year with the lack of huckleberries.

At the truck we met a hunter who was camped down the road…he said he was camped there for about a week now and had seen about 15 moose, a couple of black bears and one grizzly.
Of course we looked for the grizzly all the way down the road but all we saw was one young moose!


BUT the next day we had our own wildlife show in the front and back yard…see pics! BEAR!



Left home 8:05Started up 9:20

Headed back from Willard 1:15Got to truck 4:20

Total miles hiked 13½ miles


Total hiking time 7 hours

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Varmint Invasion

This has been such a hectic time for me.  My vinyl business is in full swing, I have been teaching genealogy lessons at our Family History Center, my husband retired and just had hip surgery, and we have become a refugee for a variety of varmints.  Well, not all varmints but our home seems to have become a sanctuary for the lost.

A few months ago a cat came to our home.  Our son who lives next door (but we live in the country so next door is about 1/4 mile away) had a female cat come to his house and had babies.  Well, this beautiful male cat came to our house.  We think someone may have dropped them off and the cats relocated to our places.  The gray male cat took up home in our barn. We saw him now and then but he never really gave us much notice.  He discovered that we fed our cat on our front porch and began helping himself to free meals.  Slowly he has decided that we are his new family.  He actually is an extremely friendly cat.  He obviously was raised with kids and dogs as nothing seems to scare him off.  As the weather has gotten colder, he has tried to become a house cat (which I do believe he was at his last location).  Unfortunately, we have a very old cat that doesn't really want to share his home with another cat.  Out of respect for our cat, I have restricted the new cat to living in our basement or the barn with an occasional visit into the house.  He gets all the food he wants and love and attention - just not freedom of our house.  So now we are a family with two cats.

About 2 weeks ago, we got a new visitor.  I discovered something was getting into the garbage under the sink.  It was pulling trash out and hauling it somewhere into the walls.  We could hear it in our walls.  It sounded like it was eating my walls trying to get out.  I hated the sound and the stink that was now coming from under the sink of mouse urine.  We set out a sticky trap to catch the varmint.  We heard it clunking around under the sink as it was caught but when my husband went to get it out, it was gone.  It had managed to escape the sticky stuff.  This went on for a few days...we'd catch it, it would get lose and hide out again.

We then got one of those big rat traps that would kill anything.  NOPE!  This varmint got caught one time and when my husband went to get it out from under the sink, it was gone.  Left behind was some gray hair but no sign of blood or of being hurt.  It continued to torment me with his noise in the walls.  Every day he would release the trap, take the food, and off he'd go.  We moved the garbage from under the sink so he wasn't getting into it but I could smell that he was still visiting under the sink...ugh!

My husband went into the hospital and I was left alone with the varmint.  I decided to buy one of those live traps and set it up under the sink.  About 10pm I heard it go off.  I peaked under the sink and there he was, caught and staring up at me with his little beady eyes.  Actually, he was quite large.  I called my son to come and take him away.  When my son pulled out the cage, we saw that it was no ordinary rat.  It looked somewhat like a chinchilla rat cross.  It had a soft wispy tail but a rat face.  I have not seen a rat look like him.  My son took him far away from our place and let him go in the woods. 

Now I am one varmint short....but so glad that he is gone.  I have scrubbed under the sink and tried to plug up the hole he created under there.  I guess this is one of the prices to pay for living in the woods. You would have thought that with 2 cats around, that nothing would be able to get in or at least live in our house.  I guess it may be time to let our new gray cat move into the house - we'll see on that one.