I intend this place to be a journal where I can record my memories, ideas, and adventures both civilized and wyld. Thanks for stopping by and I do hope you find something of interest. ~Pat

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It’s been a year since I have added anything here.  I’d better get busy!

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A long trip: The Dog Blog

Today was a beautiful one, book-ended by a golden dawn over the Umatilla Valley and a sunset which made the Columbia into a ribbon of beaten bronze.

If you have been following my posts over the last week, you are probably asking, “Hey, shouldn’t you be backpacking to an alpine lake in the John Day wilderness today?”

And the answer to that question is yes. Yes I should be.

Children, let me tell you a story of high adventure… Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the sons of Aryus, there was an age undreamed-of. And unto this came Conan, destined to bear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia upon a ….

Oops, sorry that’s the opening to “Conan the Barbarian” (1982)

So, ahem… let’s try that again. We (Dog and I) left at about 5:30am and drove for about 6 hours to reach our destination, the “Baldy Creek” trail-head in the Wallowa Mountains. We rucked up at about noon and headed up trail first crossing the north fork of the John Day River via a wooden footbridge. We went about a mile and a half before coming to the crossing for Baldy Creek. It is at this point that things got exciting!

The bridge was not there. No problem, Baldy creek is wide but not very deep (6”) at the ford we found. I unbuckle my pack and loosen the straps before heading across and Dog followed me like he always does when we cross rivers. He hates water (really hates it!) so he always follows right on my heals. About half way across, I realize that I don’t hear him behind me. I am thinking, “He can’t have gotten swept away, the river is only six inches deep.”

I quickly spot him about ten yards downstream. He has decided he does not like the cold water and has decided to try and cross on a series of boulders that sort of span the river. While I am standing in the middle of the river hollering for him to ‘get his mutton-head back here’ He almost makes it to the top of the first rock but at the last moment slips. Now dogs are not monkeys (in case you had not noticed…) and they do not climb well, especially over slick mossy boulders.

Dog goes ass-over-teakettle into a pool that must be six feet deep and he disappears from view under the water. (Did I also mention that he doesn’t swim well? Well, he doesn’t) I had shed my ruck right into the creek and have taken about two steps his way when he bobs to the surface with eyes as big as saucers and sputtering like a drowning seal. He starts to float down river and is grabbing for more boulders without any success. His back brain must have summoned his wolf ancestors because he begins paddling like a champ back across the river and scrambles up to the bank from where we started. He is standing there shaking like a leaf with those big saucer eyes staring right at me like “What the hell was that????” The whole thing must have taken less than 30 seconds.

Seeing he is safe I manage to snag my soaked ruck out of the stream and drag it to the far bank figuring that I can just drop it there and go get Dog. I start to ford the river back calling to him and telling him to stay and he’s a good dog etc. Them saucer eyes are not getting any smaller though…

I am headed his way when suddenly he realizes what I am going to try to do. He is having none of that (No way I am getting back in that water house-ape!) and heads back over the bank and down the trail that leads back to the truck. I am trying to coax him back every way I know how but he is GONE.

So, I stagger back to the far bank and secure my ruck and cross the river again. (What does that make, like sixteen crossings now?) I head back toward the car and about a quarter mile down the trail there he is soaking wet and waiting for me. By now his eye-apertures have returned to a normal dog-size and he just looks miserable, mad, embarrassed and thoroughly done with this trip.

I know there is just no way I am getting over the creek and another five miles to our campsite. The backpacking wander is definitely over. So, him limping and looking very dejected we head back to the car.

That is until we reach the John Day river crossing; the one I told you about with the bridge. Dog usually crosses first and he did that again this time as well though I can tell he is already getting stiff. He gets about 5 feet onto the bridge and suddenly realizes it’s GOING OVER THE WATER. At which point, he leaps off the bridge dropping about five feet into a big stand of brush on our bank.
He looks up at me on the bridge and says “Nope, sorry house-ape. We will just have to live the rest of our lives here between these two rivers of death.”
The John Day is deeper than Baldy Creek (Hence the bridge…) but there is no way I am going to be able to wrestle him across said bridge without both of us going into the drink.

Luckily there is a horse ford cut into the bank. I manage to lure him over to that spot and snag his collar. I head into the river, which is a good two feet deep here (Evidently there are no short horses allowed) Dog by the collar in one hand, and trekking pole in the other. He seems to have remembered his wolf swimming lesson because he is dog-paddling like crazy as I drag him across.

We manage to ford the river without drowning and make it back to the truck completely exhausted and soaking wet. We load the gear back up and he collapses in the back seat on his blanket sleeping all the way to La Grande where we stop at a DQ and get ice-cream. We must have been quite a site sitting on the curb by the car in the DQ parking lot eating ice-cream and dripping all over the pavement.

The next five hours are pretty uneventful. He sleeps mostly and I drive West. (He has not been allowed to drive since, what we like to call, “The Incident”)

Tired, wet, and ready to go home...

Tired, wet, and ready to go home…

So, after ten hours of driving and 90 minutes of hiking, my weekend long adventure comes to a close back here safe at home with pizza and a cold beer. (Beer for me, water for Dog and maybe some pizza.)

And, I am sure the wet-dog smell will eventually fade from my truck…

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My thought for the week…

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

~Chief Tecumseh

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An unexpected find…

Being a big guy, (6’7″ & 280) who was interested in upgrading from his Farmer John and paddle jacket to a drysuit, it was looking like I was going to have to have some custom work done so it would fit. I had a couple quotes done for a Kokatat in Gortex and there was just no way I could make it happen. ( A fellas got to buy groceries after all…) Read more »

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Sitting in my home office watching the rain and wind buffet the house. I am thinking about how much I want to be out and about in the woods or on the water. I really can’t wait until the weather settles down a bit so I can pick up hiking again.

In the mean time I have been spending a lot of time in the kayak teaching myself new strokes and braces as well as going out on long and short paddles.

Last month I even took the boat to Pacific City and tried some surf entries, with no real luck, but I did have a blast!

So, lets hope the weather lets up here soon. Am looking forward to getting out of the house more.

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Couple Hours on the River

Turned out to be a beautiful day for kayaking. Loaded up early and headed up the Gorge for a couple hours of paddling. Was cool and rather bright for a gray day. Not another boat on the river as far as I could see.

Could tell I had not done much over the winter as my kayak caluses have all gone and I ended up with some hotspots but no actual blisters.

And, saw a new bird today, the Canvas Back Duck – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canvasback

A male hanging with three females. They did not seem to mind me at all as I passed by.

All in all it was a wonderful outing.

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Its a Long Winter

I am afraid it has been a long winter. I put on some (a lot!) weight and my motivation kind of went out the window… into the rain and gray.

I’ve done no kayaking and very little hiking over the last six months.

Well, that is changing. I am down 13 lbs and continuing to lose weight. I am feeling better and more spry. We purchased an Elliptical and as soon as this nasty cold is done I am getting back on the thing to get into shape for Spring and Summer adventures.

I did not like the 303 lbs that I was carrying around and now at 290, I am feeling better already. A couple personal goals for me over the next few months.

- Get down in weight to about 265 and build back up some lean muscle.
- Build up my endurance in my upper and lower body
- Finally get my Passport before April.
- Learn more about kayaking. Take some classes and go to the ocean.

I also want to continue to refit my kayak and hope that I can encourage Autumn to maybe come along on some simple day trips.

I am anxious to get out backpacking again and I know the more fit I become, the more fun I will have on the trail. I missed my window for Eagle Cap Wilderness last Fall, so that is high on my list of outings this season.

So, with that, I hope I am back here more often. I have a lot of support from my family and am really looking forward to getting out for some adventures.

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Elk Meadows

Late getting this up here, but I posted the pictures from my solo (with Anubis…) trip to the SE section of Mt Hood. Camped in Elk Meadow and explored Gnarl Ridge all the way up to the timberline trail. It was wonderful! Check out the pics on my photo page.

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Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’…

One of my goals for my 50th year is to learn to roll my Kayak. I have been practicing, but I just can’t get it so now I think it is time to try finding an instructor who can help.

Here are some of the resources I have been using on the web:




Lots more out there I am sure but I think with my height and weight, it might be a good idea to grab myself an instructor.  I’ll let you know how it turns out.  :)


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“I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, “A la sainte terre,’ ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.”
- John Muir, quoted by Albert Palmer

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