roadrunnertwice: Yrs truly, Ruth in the background, Mt. Hood in the further background. (Me - w/ Ruth and mountain)

I meant to post something about the backpacking trip we just went on, but I had some other stuff going on and now it's not really fresh in my head anymore, so I guess I'll just throw together the Short Version. (Maybe for the best, actually!)

So our friend Melissa has been doing the Pacific Crest Trail*, and we joined her for part of it! We took the MHX bus and joined her at Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood, then we all spent four days hiking north to the Columbia River, and Ruth's mom picked us up in Cascade Locks.

We beat our previous miles-backpacked-per-day record twice, so that's wild! (15 miles on the second day, 17 on the third.) Also, we had a kind of wild amount of equipment failure or prep failure, but it all turned out fine. Aside from that, though, this trip felt super casual for some reason, like, we're just gonna take Monday and Friday off to walk 50 miles, nbd.

Some of that's probably because PCT.Β Consider:

  • We were running into all these people doing the whole shebang, and so it was hard to think of our trip as major project.
  • It's kind of just a straight line. Not a lot of navigation or decision-making.
  • There's these apps that through-hikers use these days that kind of compress an already linear journey into an even more linear stream of information. "Guthooks" is the big one, and Melissa was using that, but Ruth also grabbed one of the off-brand ones. The app has very precise and up-to-date info about campsites, water sources, elevation changes, and other trail conditions (all sourced from comments from other people using the app), and uses GPS to give you the exact subset you need right now. It's a marvel, but I'm a little ambivalent about what it does to the experience. (Although I do think it made that 17-mile day possible; I doubt we'd have done that if we hadn't known so precisely where that last campsite was and what the upcoming water situation would be.)

IDK. Ruth really wants to do the AT in 2022,** so I'm starting to get excited about that as a Real Thing that Might Happen instead of just an abstract musing, and I'm not sure what place I want that kind of app to have in it.

Here's a pair of Mt. Hood shots, separated by a day of travel:

+two photos )


* Oregon and Washington segments; was planning to do it all, but fate interfered.

** This is a lot like the question of the purple house, where YES, I also want to do Thing, but also Ruth is the one who's been dreaming of this for a decade-plus and I'm a relative newcomer, so I reflexively present that as "Ruth wants" in casual conversation.

roadrunnertwice: Protagonist of Buttercup Festival sitting at a campfire. (Vast and solemn spaces (Buttercup Fest.))

We spent the 4th of July weekend car-camping with a big pack of friends out at Cape Lookout, and it was absolutely fantastic.

And on Sunday morning before we packed up our stuff and checked out, we drove into Tillamook to have breakfast at a scuzzy sports bar and watch the world cup final, and that was ALSO absolutely fantastic! God, what a team. I love them.

If you're only recently getting into women's soccer and you want to see more of those champs, the NWSL season is still in progress, and game tickets are honestly very cheap if you live anywhere near a team. (And they stream most of the games, too. I think they're using Yahoo Sports this year, lol.) For example, Megan Rapinoe (the purple-haired goal destroyer) plays on Tacoma, WA's team, the Reign. You can pay like $15 or $20 to see a world-class athlete at the top of her game in Tacoma.

(A lot of players on the other national teams play in the NWSL, too! The Portland Thorns have had a bunch of international players over the years; France's Amandine Henry played for us for a while, as part of a deliberate effort to take France's play to the next level.)


I'm an enthusiastic spectator but a sloppy fan, so women's soccer is yet another thing that is much better with Ruth. She knows everything about what's going on in the game-beyond-today's-game, so watching next to her just gives a much deeper flip-out-and-yell experience. πŸ˜„

Edit: AUGH, I named the wrong player when I was talking about Henry! 😫 Ruth caught it for me, I told you she's the best.

On Stones

Aug. 20th, 2018 03:46 pm
roadrunnertwice: A mermaid singing an unenchanting song. (Doop doop (Kate Beaton))

The Wallowas seems to be a collection of little biomes that are all competing to see who's most efficient at completely pulverizing a multi-acre block of solid granite.

There was SO MUCH FUCKIN' GRANITE. Trees growing on a house-sized chunk of granite and using their roots to slow-motion karate-chop it in half. Steep hillsides covered with a thick tumble of roughly car-tire-sized boulders. Slides of slightly smaller rocks with pikas living in them and making smoke detector low-battery "PEEP" noises as you hike past. Granite rocks on the lake bottom that you can hop between if you don't feel like stepping in the muck. Meadows grown on sand and silt that are probably made of totally obliterated granite washed down from above.

Anyway it rocked lol

Dada Bees

Aug. 15th, 2018 10:43 am
roadrunnertwice: Yrs truly, Ruth in the background, Mt. Hood in the further background. (Me - w/ Ruth and mountain)

At some point I'd like to get around to a more substantive post about our week-long backpacking trip in the Wallowas, and we'll see when/if that happens, but for now:

A wasp-lookin hoverfly sitting on our tent pole

When we pulled into our campsite at Swamp Lake (about 1000000x more lovely and delightful than the name implies, although I DO love the swampy swamp), we saw some yellowjackets and worried they might be dicks during dinner. But then I realized they weren't yellowjackets! They were mimics! Some kind of fly. I recognized them from previous encounters at Dad's nursery and my childhood backyard; the eyes and the wings are the giveaway.

I meant to try to ID them later, but Kottke saved me the effort with today's post about yellow stripes β€”Β they're hoverflies! I think we maybe saw a couple different subspecies over the week.

While we were still out in the field with no network, I started calling them Dada Bees, because they spent all their time doing things that didn't seem to make any sense. Here are some things Dada Bees seem to enjoy doing:

  • Licking my shirt sleeve (which was filthy)
  • Staring at our water bottle while hovering in midair
  • Walking around in circles on our gas can
  • Following us and then doing nothing in particular when they catch up with us

I don't know, man! Most other bugs always seem busy with something (except gnats, which I think are glitched in the current version of reality), but these guys just kind of hung out.

I had a brief fantasy that they were cognitive beings that feed on confusion, and their foraging behavior is to follow humans while making zero sense.

roadrunnertwice: Silhouette of a person carrying a bike up a hill (Bike - Carrying)
Wow, okay, hey. Looks like I've been ghosttowning over here, but I'm still here!

I'm sure there's something going on worth blogging about, but I just went to the woods with Robert and Raye, who came down from Tacoma on vacay. And my hands are kind of cold today and I don't currently feel like typing a whole bunch. So I'm going to do a picspam post instead:

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More, plus a video! )
roadrunnertwice: Silhouette of a person carrying a bike up a hill (Bike - Carrying)
So I was thinking about how I hadn't posted anything for quite a while, and was racking my brains trying to figure out what I had done lately that was both remotely interesting and remotely shareable. And it's like, hellooo, flake, you totally went to the woods this weekend! So yeah.

aaaaaaand yeah. )

Oh, also, Portland is in a heat wave or something. I am sweating like a magical new kind of pig that has sweat glands.

Speaking of which, via [personal profile] spiralsheep via [personal profile] chronographia, we have sheep-pigs. Ayup.