Camp 9033' cam August 31 - these asters open up and reach for the first rays of WARM sunshine as they begin a new WEEK with the temp just above freezing - HAPPY MONDAY! (my last full day in the high countrty...)

JOURNAL updated on the 27th - my morning hike yesterday

08/01/20 August began at 3-something this morning when I found myself out on the back deck all wrapped up in my robe, with wet feet - we’d had a little more rain overnight and the newly-stained decks (thanks to Ron and Jeff who stained them while we were gone!) kept the water on the surface instead of soaking into the wood. Cool breezes and lots of stars and planets shining down as the clouds were breaking apart.

The pups disappeared last night as I made a quick trip up to the gallery and back just before bedtime. They were spotted on one of the security cameras about an hour later, and soon the little darlings were back home. Hum, one of them had changed color since I had last seen her (the color of dirt - I think she had been underground!), while the other one’s nose was caked with mud. My guess would be a passing armadillo caught their attention and the chase was on - the chase to see who could dig deeper into the hillside! I think the critter won - that suit of amour keeps them well protected - but our guys had a little fun along the way. Hey honey, the dogs are home! Oops...

Another relatively cool and damp day and week are ahead of us, although it looks like the temp will inch up later on - heading towards a typical hot August instead of the delightful days we’ve had the past few. Tomatoes are coming on like gang busters, and I heard something last night that I swear I’d never hear in my lifetime. “Hum, THAT was a REALLY GOOD tomato!” My lovely bride has never consumed a single bite of tomato she could stand to swallow, but I think her tastes may be changing a little bit. And she was RIGHT - our crop of tomatoes on the vines has finally started to ripen and they are really good!

08/02/20 A heat wave this morning - temp is up to 68 here in Arkansas (was 64 yesterday), but cool enough that I still had to put on long sleeves for my early-morning sipping contest with the early birds and forest bugs. Seems like more stars and planets in the eastern sky before dawn, or maybe just an interesting pattern showing through as clouds move through covering some up.

Seems like a lot of yellow wildflowers are showing up, but in much fewer numbers than in years past. We’ve had a lot more summer rains here the last two or three years - which was quite unusual - so perhaps this is a more normal summer (hot and dry), although not so normal temp wise yet for August! And at the moment the tick population is way down - I’ve only seen one in the past week. Shhhh, please don’t repeat this and knock on wood...

I guess as we age our body chemistry changes, and that may impact our taste preferences - like my lovely bride being able to enjoy a great homegrown tomato. I’m in the same camp (although more advanced than her by almost a generation - I married a child bride!). I’ve always liked yogurt, especially the Yoplait brand that came out in the individual cone-shaped containers with fruit mixed in. But I went away from it during many years that I knew I was highly allergic to yeast. Pam got me back into yogurt last year as a main ingredient in my morning smoothie (yogurt, fruit, almond milk, protein mix, spinach), and we have been using a cheap low-fat vanilla generic brand that has been perfect. Back when Amber went to Greece there was this Greek yogurt fad in the USA but I always HATED the taste of it - too sour I guess - and I just never could stand it, even in the smoothies. But lo and behold Pam brought home some Greek yogurt by mistake one day and I FELL IN LOVE! It’s still a cheap generic, low-fat vanilla, but something has either changed in my or it - best yogurt I ever ate! So I can’t laugh too much about her beginning to like tomatoes...

One funny note about me and yogurt. I was approached one day in Wal Mart several years ago by a newspaper reporter that had written many stores about me, and she was kinda taken aback by the fact I had “store-bought” yogurt in my cart. “What? You are SUPPOSED to MAKE YOUR OWN YOGURT, not buy it off the shelf!” She seemed genuinely concerned. I just laughed.

Those clouds I was just talking about are now beginning to glow red and orange and pink with the approach of dawn, all backed by a pure-blue sky. It may heat up a bit later today as those clouds burn off and move on, but oh my the air is SO SWEET outside right now - time for a hike up to the office and back a couple of times!

08/05/20 Our longtime beloved Trail Cat passed away quietly yesterday, curled up beneath a favorite tree of hers. She was a GREAT cat and lived 15 productive and sometimes hard years at Cloudland, and has sence lived somewhat of a more deserved pampered life with friends Jeff and Carolyn in Russellville. The first and only cat that ever went on hikes with us!

Rest In Peace Ms. Trail Cat

Looking out from Pam's park up the driveway towards the gallery

08/08/20 Last night I sat outside and laid back and propped my feet up to wind down after a busy day. There was a slight cool breeze and stars were awakening one by one, then two by two, then dozens at a time until the sky was filled with a zillion stars - so clear and bright, oh my!

There was music in the air - in fact a LOT of music - cicadas, crickets, tree frogs, and distant calls of nightbirds warming up - the usual lineup that I simply call “summer bugs.” In fact it got rather LOUD, especially the cicadas! And then it hit me - there were no cicadas, or crickets, nor tree frogs. The air around me was totally silent. The summer bugs I was hearing were literally inside my head, coming from the ringing in my ears.

I just made another one of those marathon drives aross the high plains through the dust bowl and have arrived back at our campsite in Colorado. I'm self-isolating here for a while before I head to a workshop I'm attending as a student in Idaho. There are no night bugs here, often absolute silence, and in the ironic twist of fate it is those times - when it is so silent in the world - that the ringing in my ears is the loudest, hahahahahaha!

While I’m waiting on the workshop I'll do more hikes on the roads here - hoping to continue my July pace of 10-12 miles a day, all above 9,000’ elevation. The rest of my time will be spent trying to stay cool (clear skies bring on blazing sunshine), get chores done (still working on the O’Keefe fence and picking up polished granite rocks for Pam's flower bed back home), and work on some Arkansas projects that continue to be on my to-do list.

Yesterday morning as I was about to get to the highest point of my hike at dawn, I came up over a small ridge just as the sun was arriving. Brilliant sunshine skimmed across the open forest before me, lighting up the tops of trees and rocks - it was a breathtaking scene (and since I usually hike at full speed all the time here, it literally was breath-taking, haha). And then I spotted him. A huge mule deer buck with a trophy rack stood still and silent among the trees, with only his head and shoulders lit by the sun. He stared right me and I do believe he smiled, then nodded those giant antlers (still in velvet). A kindred spirit I thought, and I think he was glad to see me.

I am drawn to the mountains no matter if they are in Arkansas, or Colorado, or Idaho, or Iceland. And I hope to seek out the solitude and adventure and sheer raw natural beauty when and wherever I can, and as long as I can - and these days the time left grows ever so short.

In the meantime, while all of our Arkansas programs have been cancelled this year and all gallery visits will be by appointment only (available while I'm away - all products at the usual discounted prices), I’ll begin posting an Arkansas "picture of the day" from my brand new Arkansas Greatest Hits picture book on or about September 1st and continue until Christmas. Special print prices will apply to each photo on that day. And I continue to work on Arkansas guidebook updates - just completed one yesterday and uploaded it to the printer’s server in Chicago (just a reprint, nothing new though).

While I'm on the road you can get all of our guidebooks, picture books, and maps shipped within 24 hours, and all of my books will be autographed (I autographed a stack of each before I left). I also have a supply of these books with me while on the road and am able to ship personalized copies if needed - just let us know (they would be shipped from one of those darn western states so it might take longer to arrive).

OOPS, I just noticed the break of dawn is about to happen here - it’s 47 degrees and I had better strap on my boots and head UP the hill for my morning hike! As always, THANK YOU FOR READING and HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE!

08/10/20 The early hike yesterday turned into a much longer ramble through the national forest next door. I’ve been eying a meadow over yonder with towering trees sprinkled around and finally figured out how to get over to it. A neighbor here owns a burned-off hillside lot that for some odd reason has a footbridge across Willow Creek, and he had given me permission to hike across his lot and the bridge. I built a number of log bridges like this one during my five years of doing trail work in the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming in the 1990’s that had to withstand a string of loaded pack horses, and while this local bridge was not designed for that sort of load - and it seems to have slipped a bit on one side - it was plenty strong enough for me to scamper across.

Once on the other side I discovered - nothing. There was no trail of any sort - never was. The bridge simply crossed the creek to a wall of thick trees and boulders. My kind of place! So I picked my way up the steep grade and soon landed across the border into the Rio Grande National Forest - and it was lush and beautiful!

I followed an open area along the top of a small ridge that looked back down on the creek, then turned and dipped across a small drainage and up the other side where I came out to the meadow with giant trees I’d been looking at for five years. During the next hour I wandered around inspecting each tree - mostly ponderosa pines and Douglas firs. It was a beautiful meadow not affected by the big fire, with grand views all around.

My exploration eventually took me back over and down to the creek upstream a bit from the bridge. I dropped down into a little magical kingdom of sparkling water, towering aspen trees, and “gravel” bars that were made up of the very same “potato” rocks we’d been collecting at our campsite for Pam’s flower garden at the cabin. These polished granite river stones appear very much like our own sandstone pebbles from the Buffalo River gravel bars, smooth rounded edges with zen-like shapes, warm and cool colors intermixed, and the sort of stones you just want to reach down and hold in your hand (some are volcanic). I always figured these stones in Arkansas had been ground down from miles and miles of high water travel over eons of time. And the same would hold true for these granite ones at my feet. But looking around I realized the very top of this drainage was not all that far way - certainly not miles and miles. Yet the stones and been ground down, smooth and polished. Some amazing natural workmanship by Momma Nature in a very short distance.

I sat next to the creek awhile and listened, then watched as pair of redtailed hawks played just above the treetops - and they led me to yet another prize of my little ramble - a couple of towering wild blue spruce trees that were just BEAUTIFUL! It had been a 4.5 mile beginning to my day - think I’ll do that hike again...

The natural alarm in my head has been going off about 4am here, which give me a little time to sip some coffee and watch the landscape gradually change from nighttime to day. Although this week the night has not been as dark as normal since the 3/4 and now 1/2 moon is lighting up the landscape - and sometimes it is difficult to determine if I’m looking at starlight, moonlight, or the break of dawn.

The windows of the van are always open all night and the inside temp equalizes with the outside - that meant it was 46 inside when I first got up - PERFECT sleeping temp, but as I learned this morning while taking about 15 minutes to drink my 32 ounce FROZEN smoothie breakfast, it was kind of CHILLY! Please don’t laugh at the vision, but I was so cold I had to put on my stoking cap and down jacket and was still shivering! Perhaps it would have been a good morning for a HOT breakfast!

One wildlife note. The big and beautiful coyote that I’m not naming “Shewolf” has returned. That’s the multicolored girl with a white fur collar that Pam watched for an hour during a hailstorm last month. We’ve seen her several times, and she arrived again yesterday - right out in the middle of the meadow just below us. I watcher her for about an hour, then I took off on my evening hike, and she was still there when I returned. At first several giant magpies were divebombing her as she lay in the tall grass, then she got up and moved around a bit until the birds let her alone. I’ve still not figured out what she is doing, but she seems pretty comfortable out there in the open for extended periods. This evening I hiked down and examined the places where she’d been and could not find any trace of her but a few places of flattened down grass. Maybe she just likes to play in the sunshine!

OH, one other wildlife note. THEY ARE DRIVING ME NUTS!!! There is a flock of half-grown chipmunks that have taken over our little camping site. They will chew up anything made of paper, including a giant label that’s glued to the propane tank on our BBQ grill. (one pooped all over Pam’s oil painting she did last month as it laid out on the table) I have a zero-gravity chair that is about the only comfortable place I can sit (my back has to be at an angle or my damaged spine really screams). After my long ramble this morning I took my boots off and laid it back all the way, with my hands clasped together behind my head. AHHHHH, time to doze off for quick nap. Then I felt something tugging at the shirt over my armpit - it was one of the chippers that had crawled up onto my body and was trying to eat my shirt!!! And just as I was typing this a few minutes ago (sitting inside the van with a bug screen across the big side door opening), I saw motion and looked to see a chipper had climbed up onto the screen and was at eye level just staring at me - guess he was trying to see what I was writing. They are EVERYWHERE! I need some lazy DOGS around here to help keep them at bay, although I hear my lovely bride is spending a great deal of time cutting out layers of burs or pups are picking up at home - poor guys - ‘tis the bur season in Arkansas. Sorry honey!

A few stars came out at bedtime - this is my view last night of the Milky Way, Jupiter and Saturn...

Late morning update - I left the campsite just after sunrise and spent a couple of hours on nearby Beaver Creek - the temp was 39 when I arrived!

08/11/20 Evening color at sunset...

08/13/20 I walked across the meadow last night and spent a couple of hours with the stars. 42 degrees here this morning so I slept in a little...

08/24/20 My first trip to Idaho was in 1979 and I’ve been there a couple dozen times since, including several backpack trips and photography trips (or both). I’ve always found it to be a beautiful state, as was the case this time as well. I didn’t get to take many pictures, nor do much hiking - in fact I only really hiked one day, the rest of the time being spent in the outdoor painting class I was attending. I’m thankful today to be back at our little campsite at 9033’ in Colorado doing my 14-day quarantine before returning home to Arkansas.

A few ramdom notes from Idaho. We were going to meet in the morning at Redfish Lake in the Sawtooth Mountains on the other side of the pass from the Ketchum area where our workshop was based, so I drove up and over the evening before - some really nice country, and this is where I’d always spent my previous time in Idaho - mostly in the Sawtooth Wilderness area. It was really crowded at the lake so I didn't stick around.

I found a forest road that ended high on a hill at a remote trailhead and I stayed there for the night. A stunning view all around, and not a soul to be found - my kind of place! After dinner of ramen and veggies I went off for an evening hike that took me up, up, and away, with a view back towards the Sawtooth Wilderness getting better with each step. A lot of the country beneath my feet was open with sagebrush and wildflowers and rocks, yet very steep hillsides, with spruce and pine forest dotted all around. It was the type of high country that I really like, and was able to leave the trail and simply wander around, climbing one little ridge and down into small drainages and back up again as much as I pleased. Freedom of the hills! I sat on a high ridge and let the evening envelope me, eventually easing on back down to me little camper van for a quiet nights rest.

As the first tiny bit of light began to creep into the landscape I was standing on the edge of Redfish Lake all set up and ready to get to work at my easel. The rest of the workshop would not arrive for several hours. I found a spot where the very sharp peaks of the Sawtooths reflected in the calm water of a small inlet and waited. No one around except for the soul of the wind. Slowly the big peak way up there began to glow pink, then bright orange. I had to kneel down to get the angle I wanted, and took a few pictures with my phone. The brilliant color only lasted a few minutes, then it was gone. These are the moments in nature that I’ve lived for the past 45 years, and it was BEAUTIFUL!

That evening I stopped at Galena Pass on the way back to Ketchum and spent a good bit of time there - in fact the rest of the day and on into the night. I had stopped to hike to Titus Lake (four miles roundtrip), and it was a wonderful hike. But right where I parked there was this incredible display of wildflowers that was mostly hidden from the highway, even though it was only a few feet off the highway. HEAVY smoke had moved into the area from the gazillion wildfires that were burning in California, so the distant mountain views were all muted, but interesting. And the light all over was soft and beautiful - flowers LOVE this sort of light! So I spent a good bit of time with the flowers and my phone camera, but also got to climb the STEEP hillsides above the pass to reach some amazing views back towards the Sawtooth Wilderness - the smoke made for some really interesting shapes and color and light out there. Much of this time I was literally clinging to the sides of the slopes like an old goat. Total hiking for this day would end up being 15.4 miles, and was really the only day of the trip where I got out and HIKED, even if a lot of it was within sight of the camper van down below.

Most of the rest of my time in Idaho was spent with the group of painters in the outdoor painting workshop that I had signed up for back in January. Very nice people all. Needless to day I have a lot to learn about painting, haha. I was one of only two of our group that wore a mask, and here our famous teacher caught me at the easel. I'd not realized until I saw thos photo that FINALLY I'm beginning to stand erect during the day instead of slouching like I've done ever since I crawled up off the ground (I wonder if that is due to wearing the mask, having an apron on, or perhaps I'm finally maturing?).

Since I've been on the road this month I've been able to stick with my usual diet of a healthy smoothie every morning, a healthy wrap every day for lunch, and usually veggies and rice or pasta for dinner. No restaurants or drive-thrus, and only ICE CREAM once! When I'm at camp 9033' I've been cooking chicken or brats on the grill sometimes for dinner. My usual sweet treat each day is a chocolate protein bar, and oh my is it GOOD!

One odd item for this trip. The post office misplaced a pair of sunglasses (I forgot to pack) that my bride had sent to me via Priority Mail - nine days delivery to Colorado and the package arrived while I was in Idaho. My eyes have always been light sensitive - and I'm a shade workshiper anyway - so sunglasses have mostly been glued in place since birth. But it's not good to wear them while outdoor painting, but since I didn't have any, I went ahead and sucked it up and spent an entire WEEK outside in bright sunshine without sunglasses! It was also a record-setting heat wave much of the week in Idaho - again, I'm a shade worshiper and much prefer cool to HOT. Yet I survived just fine, even though I wore long sleeve shirts and long pants all week.

But now that I have sunglasses in hand they might not leave my face during daylight! I hope to average 12-14 miles hiking a day here the rest of this month - here's part of the road leading up the mountain from our campsite that I hike each day.

08/27/20 Ever since buying our little burned-off hillside lot in Colorado (aka Camp 9033’) five years ago this week I’ve wanted to hike to the very top of the mountain behind our property - it’s a prominent mountain called Beaver Mountain that can be seen from all over the place. As it turns out our property backs up to Rio Grande National Forest, and all I had to do was climb the ridge behind our lot, get on top of that ridge, then follow it all the way UP to the top of the mountain, Piece of cake! It’s about 2,500’ elevation gain - kind of like hiking from the banks of the Arkansas River to the top of Mt. Magazine, the highest point in Arkansas. (elevation gain, not the distance) Standing in the lower corner of our lot in the meadow I can look up and see the entire route to the top.

I was MUCH younger five years ago. Turns out that was the same month that I injured my back (six bulging disks), and I’ve never really been able to do major physical activities since like I used to. And now I’m on Medicare, an official geezer.

This summer I’ve hiked almost 500 miles at or above 9,000’ elevation and my legs and lungs are in pretty good shape. So for some reason early yesterday morning, I simply got up, made coffee and a smoothie, then headed to the back of our lot and headed for the top of Beaver Mountain just as the bright sun arrived to light my way. (As I was leaving there was a pack of seven coyotes in the meadow just below our camp - the big white-collared “she wolf” as I’ve called her before was apart from the pack just sitting in the meadow watching, and smiling, with another adult and five half-grown pups playing at the other end of the meadow. The she-wolf was more likely the he-wolf, and the other adult with the pups the she-wolf - of course they are coyotes and not wolves, but oh my goodness they are so beautiful!)

Hiking up that ridge was pretty difficult - it really is almost straight up. But I’ve done it before so slow and easy, no problem, about 30 minutes without stopping and I was on top. It was tough to keep moving though since the view behind and below me was so amazing as the sun spilled into the little valley below where I had just left.

The next mile up the ridgeline was not too bad nor steep, just one foot in front of the other, keep going - I could see Beaver Mountain up ahead, and continued to mentally calculate the route I would take to get there, which changed a bit as I got closer. I’d been up to the 10,000’ mark just the other day, and was there in about an hour into the hike. Soon after that is when the hike began to get difficult.

I won’t go through each step, groan, nor disappointment on the way up. I will say the route, terrain, and obstacles that the mountain tossed down at me kept getting worse, and much of the way it took complete mental awareness to place every single step to make sure I planted my foot securely and did not mismanage any moment - a bad step anywhere up there would not have been good. I kept imagining a loose log in the tangle of thousands of blowdowns could easily snap a leg or ankle.

Neither the altitude or steepness bothered me - my lungs and legs were fine and I could hike for hours at full speed no problem. In fact I really didn’t stop to rest even a single time on the way up. OK, enough talk - here are a few snapshots to show you what the route looked like, most of this being on extremely STEEP hillside - there was no way around any of this, I just had to plow right on through.

It took me twice as long than I had planned to finally make it to the top of Beaver Mountain (it was at the top of the giant boulder field in the photo above). Only, OOPS, that spot that I’d been seeing and dreaming about for five years was actually NOT Beaver Mountain! Looking at the map for the first time (I normally hike and navigate by the “lay of the land” I can see before me) I realized the summit was another MILE and 300’ higher to the south. Keep on going buddy, right along the top of the ridge, across another giant boulder field or two.

As luck would have it, the last half mile was indeed a piece of cake (chocolate fudge I do believe), and was a delightful hike through a mature forest that gradually sloped uphill towards the summit. I use the term summit loosely - it was almost flat - there was no peak. Actually it was a lot like the high point in Arkansas - flat and forested with no view. Since there were no trails or even ATV roads/trails up there (that surprised me - I thought those were everywhere), I thought it might be kind of difficult to find the actual high point, and would there even BE a spot marked on the ground? To find my way I simply let my natural homing instincts kick in and I hiked that last half mile through the thick forest simply feeling my way uphill (still had to climb over a couple hundred blow-downs along the way). When I reached what “felt” like the top of the rise, I looked around, and son of a gun, right there about 100’ away was a pile of rocks with a glass jar containing a little notebook - EUREKA, I’d finally reached the top of the mountain!!!

Other than while in Iceland, I believe this was the first actual mountain I’d climbed to the top of this century - “peak” bagging has never been my thing.

So there I was, it took me four hours to hike the 4.5 miles from our campsite to the top (my normal pace is 3mph). There was no view. It was FLAT. But I became overwhelmed by the moment (or exhausted - this was my first time to stop and rest). I sat down next to the pile of rocks and began to weep (tears of joy). I’m sure part of that was due to finally reaching the goal that had eluded me for five years. But it also was probably missing my lovely bride so much - now is the longest time we’ve ever been apart* - and somehow getting to the top of this mountain meant the beginning of my trip back home to her (all downhill from there!) - well, after another week of quarantine I’ll get to head home anyway. And then there was this song that just happened to begin in my ear buds (on Pandora) at the same moment (Sara Evans - I could not ask for more video). When with my bride we always embrace and dance when this song comes on. But at that moment I could only dance with the mountain. I don’t recall seening this video of Sara before, although I did see a photo of her with our Sheriff Glenn once!

*We first met on a hike I was leading and our brief conversation that day was ironically about Colorado (she had just been there). We didn’t see each other again until our first date two months later - at the end of August, twenty years ago!

My hike was only half over and I’d consumed all my water and snacks - there wasn’t a drop of water anywhere along the route. It was hot and sunny. I’m an uphill hiker - always prefer hiking uphill and I have a lot more control over my feet then. But the trip back down was all downhill, much of it very steep. I had to dig deep and bring on my A game.

Having laid eyes on a lot more of this mountain during the hike up than I could see from years of looking at it from below I changed my route up a little bit and hoped for the best. I got lucky and one of my decisions turned out to be correct, which took me a mile steeply downhill through a very thick forest of mature aspens - not nearly as many blowdowns as the ridgetop route. Down, down, down I went. I got more parched and hotter with each step. One time it was so steep that I literally had to sit down on my rump and slide down - reminded me of the many times last year that Fireman Jeff and I had to do that while seeking out some of those high waterfalls!

The last mile was the worst, even though it many aspects it was the easiest. I’d done it - 9.1 miles on nothing more than a smoothie and a protein bar! Eventually I gathered myself up enough to consume 1/2 of a LARGE wood-fired Hawaiian pizza (the best EVER!!!) and a full container of vanilla bean ice cream. And a half jar of pickle juice (for cramps)

So what am I gonna do today? Eat the rest of that pizza for breakfast of course! (Below is a rough sketch of my route - startoing at the red dot in the trees at our campsite, ending about a mile south of that last peakon the left and out of view.

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