ROAD TRIP
My recent travels have been
even more bizarre than normal. Over
Labor Day weekend, a friend of mine somehow talked me into driving to
Friday was a hectic
day. I spent the whole morning running
errands. I met Eric at our house in
We were still in
I called my buddy Tim in
We picked Christy up when
school let out, and hit the highway for the mother of all road trips. We made good time to Craplanta,
which we hit at rush hour. That bogged
us down a little, but it could’ve been worse.
We made it to the hotel in
The alarm on my new watch
went off at 4am. I jumped up, and Eric,
who is a little OCD about bathing, hit the shower. Then I looked at the hotel clock. It suggested that it was only 3am. Hmmm. It turns out there was a little mix-up with
my watch and the Central Time Zone.
Oops. I had to break the bad news
to Eric while he was in the shower. At
the time, I figured that it would be the sort of thing we’d all laugh about
later. Actually, I decided not to
wait. I went ahead and had a laugh right
then. Christy and Eric were not amused.
We slept another hour, and
Eric took another shower (did I mention that he’s a bit OCD about
bathing?). We met Tim, his wife Carly, and their daughter Maggie, and packed Tim’s
car. We all piled in with him, which was
a good move, since he’d had the most sleep.
Two dozen Krispy Kreme
donuts made the ride more pleasant, and we rolled into Red Stick,
We found our way to the
unofficial ASU tailgating area and pulled in.
We set up our tailgate, and set about relaxing after a hectic
drive. We didn’t grill the steaks for
breakfast, but we did have a beer or six.
Who says 7am is too early for a cold one?
We headed for the stadium
around 9am. The scenery en-route was
fantastic, and I’m not just referring to the co-eds. We passed under a magnificent canopy of ancient
Live Oaks before reaching the stadium.
Once there, we took advantage of the hospitality of the LSU fans. They were free with the food and beer, and we
delayed our entrance into the stadium to a few minutes before kickoff. This was a mistake, as we were on the wrong
side, and ended up having to circle one of the largest stadiums in the
country. The only other challenge getting
into the stadium was enduring the occasional chants of “tigerbait”. That’s how LSU fans refer to the fans of
their opponents. I actually thought it
was kind of cute, especially when it came from the mouth of a giggly four-year
old girl.
We didn’t miss much with our
late entrance. LSU’s
team was overwhelming. That was ok though. We all knew going in that our chances of
pulling off another earth-shattering upset were pretty slim. The only bad thing about the game was the
heat! Even before noon, the temperature
must’ve been in the high 90’s. I’m sure
our players loved it, particularly since they were wearing black uniforms. My favorite part of the stadium was the
walkway near the concession stand behind where our seats were. There was a fantastic breeze blowing through
there to accompany a fine view of the
We stayed for the whole
game, and briefly considered tailgating after the game. However, the authorities were doing
everything they could to run everybody off.
We knew evacuation traffic might be bad, so, after a leisurely lunch at
a chain steakhouse, we hit the road.
I-10 west towards
We were in luck. Traffic was heavy, but at least it was
moving. We made it back to
That night, we decided to
use the hotel’s grill out by the pool to cook the steaks we’d brought for
tailgating. That seemed like a great
idea, until a sudden thunderstorm caught us off-guard. Everyone scrambled for shelter, while I
attempted to salvage dinner. The steaks
came out ok, and even the corn on the cob was edible. We had dinner in the lobby of the hotel, and
made quite a spectacle of ourselves doing so.
I know I was literally dripping wet.
We all slept hard that
night, and we didn’t get up at 3am, or even 4am. We did arise at 6, since we had at least a
9-hour drive ahead of us. With
evacuation traffic though, we knew it could take a lot longer than that.
The drive could’ve been
worse. Traffic was heavy, but for the
most part it was moving. Oddly, it
could’ve been moving a lot faster than it was.
I spent most of the morning passing in the right lane, since the left
lane was constantly occupied with cars moving 20mph under the speed limit for
no apparent reason. Now, evacuating from
a hurricane certainly isn’t the best set of circumstances, but some of the
driving we witnessed was appalling. If
driving were an athletic event, this would’ve been the Special Olympics. It was a miracle there wasn’t a wreck every
mile or so along that highway.
Apparently there was one
somewhere near
Once in
HANNA
I was scheduled to work in
My second thoughts resumed
when we landed in
I picked up my luggage, the rental
car, and a sub for lunch. Then I headed
out of town, with my plans still rather undefined. Originally I’d thought about doing a short
hike to an overlook in the
I hiked up the Bear Creek
Trail, passing a couple of other groups along the way. The path traversed a hillside, well above the
creek. At times, I passed through open
areas created by avalanches or rock slides.
In these areas, I could just make out the soaring rock walls and
pinnacles of the canyon looming through the fog. At one point, I got a clear view up the
canyon, towards the high peaks of the Selway
Bitterroot Wilderness. The clouds parted
briefly, and I could’ve sworn I saw snow up there. Then the fog rolled back in, and I decided it
must’ve been my eyes playing tricks on me.
After an hour, I passed
I made it back to the car in
an hour. I hadn’t brought a stove or
even much in the way of food. So, I
drove into
I had all of Tuesday free,
and I was determined to take advantage of it.
I got up fairly early, despite sleeping through my alarm. I ate cold cereal for breakfast, packed up my
wet tent, and hit the road. My plan for
the day was to attempt to climb
A long drive up a dirt road
brought me to the trailhead for
At the trailhead, I met a
young local guy target shooting with a bow.
It was still a chilly morning when I packed up my gear and hit the
trail. The hike started out with a
tedious series of switchbacks. The climb
wasn’t steep, but it was a bit monotonous as I worked my way up through Lodgepole Pine. The
monotony ended quickly though when I reached the first of the fresh snow! I knew I might get into some snow up high,
but I hadn’t expected to spend all day walking in it. Initially there was only a dusting, but soon
the ground was completely covered. By
the time I approached the crest of the ridge, I was plowing through 6” of fresh
powder. I certainly didn’t expect to be
hiking in the snow on September 2nd,
Around this time, another
hiker caught up to me. We chatted
briefly, and I found out that he was from
I vowed to press on; after
all, I’d be coming back this way sooner or later anyway. I let the other hiker go ahead, which was
advantageous. From that point, I was
able to follow his footsteps. This made
the walking easier, not to mention the navigation. I think I would’ve had a tough time following
the route in the snow, once we left the trail behind.
I crested a wooded ridge,
and reached an overlook with a fine view of
Just before the lake, I
joined an old roadbed, which brought me to a small earthen dam. The view of
Although I’d given up on the
summit, I wasn’t ready to turn back. I
continued up to the crest of the ridge, and was rewarded for my efforts. There, I had a great view of
Continuing from here
would’ve been dicey. The ridge is quite
narrow, and staying on the crest would’ve required considerable rock
scrambling. That might’ve been fun in
dry conditions, but it didn’t seem like a good idea in the snow. It may have been possible to skirt the edge
of the ridge, but there was a very steep drop off there. Taking that approach would’ve required
carrying an ice axe. After considering
these options, I was content to stop there.
After a brief break, I began
the long journey back. I’d been
concerned about getting down the steeper snow-covered slopes, but that proved
to be easy. The biggest hazard I
encountered going out was the heavy clumps of wet snow falling from the
trees. One whizzed just past me, hitting
the ground with a heavy thump. That
might’ve hurt a bit if it had been a direct hit.
I passed
That evening, I returned to
The job went well, and despite
my worries about Hanna, I enjoyed my time in
UP ALL NIGHT
By Friday, Hanna’s predicted
track had changed. It looked like I’d
make it home after all! Then, my flight
out of Missoula on Friday was delayed. I
arrived in
The flight from
The entire day was
surreal. I spent most of the afternoon thinking
that I might actually be dreaming.
Somehow, I made it home that night.
Luckily, I had part of Sunday to recover, before I had to prepare for
the following week’s trip to
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