Thursday, September 29, 2011

No man is an island

Last weekend I returned to Madison for my ten year law school reunion.  I was on the fence about going but am really glad I went.  I had the chance to catch up with good friends.  Cheryl drove all the way up from Chicago to basically just have lunch with me.  My friend Angela came along for the football game which was great because otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to see her.

I had the chance to catch up with two of my besties from law school.  There were four of us in a study group and we remarked as we caught up over beers that we couldn't have done what we all did alone -- together we made us all 300% better.  We all did super well in school and it's because we were together and spent every finals period at our table in the library helping each other and holding each other accountable.  These were and still are incredibly good friends as well, and though we hadn't seen each other in many years it was completely natural as if we'd just hung out the day before.

Jake, me and CJ
I thought it was a good reminder that I would never be where I am today without my friends.  I've been fortunate enough to be blessed with so many incredibly good friends who have helped me through so many things in life.  I could never be a hermit.  I'd be dead hermit :p 
Me and Cheryl
It was great to get back to Madison.  I tried to visit as much as I had time for -- that included every bar we could squeeze in.  Definitely a weekened of debauchery but it was incredibly fun. 
a "tech dingy" (tippy sail boats)
I used to sail!  Maybe someday we'll sail again.  Flathead Lake is pretty big though.
Union Terrace

Orpheum -- where Ted and I had our wedding reception

Where Prof. Komesar taught us to "lawyer it both ways"

law school atrium

My home for three years -- law school library

Thursday, September 22, 2011

More on the Uintas trip + nearly shoulder season

HERE is Meghan's writeup and pictures.  I've said it before and I'll say it again -- she's awesome.

It's the time of year where I don't have much to say -- it's because I'm tired and ready to enjoy the shoulder season.  To me the shoulder season (i.e. no longer great hiking but not skiing season yet, or can't hike yet but the snow sucks for skiing) means sit around and eat bon bons.  Or something.  Until ski season I might do nothing.  (Other than "run" Slickrock 100 in two weeks).  Maybe one last hike if my schedule permits...seeing how it's actually fall and beautiful and perfect hiking season.  But I'm ready to do nothing. 

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Four days in the High Uintas Wilderness


Meghan heading up Red Knob Pass
 I just returned from a four day backpacking trip in the High Uintas Wilderness in Utah. I believe the Uintas are the only mountain range (or one of the very few at least) to run east/west rather than north/south. Perhaps this is one of the things that makes them such a magical place.
Danni and Meghan right before setting out -- courtesy of Meghan Hicks (taken by Bryon Powell)


Danni and Meghan on the first full day

Awhile ago I was musing about how much I really longed for a backpacking trip --- I believe on my blog. My friend Meghan Hicks contacted me and let me know that she was planning to hike the Highline Trail in the Uintas – 80 miles of it – and invited me to come. Within seconds I’d booked my flight and started planning, which for me of course means considering and acquiring gear… anyhow, I shouldn’t admit that.



Meghan on Deadhorse Pass at sunrise


Magical Deadhorse Basin
We began (if memory serves) at what is normally the end for people – Hayden Pass – and planned to finish at Hacking Lake (an 80ish mile journey to be completed in four days), but decided to finish at Chepeta Lake (with a bit of road walking we hiked about 70 miles). We hadn’t factored in delays due to lightning storms, which one does not want to be in above treeline at 12,000 feet. We were in several well above 10,000 feet but managed to not be caught above treeline, thanks for Meghan’s uncanny spidey sense in detecting brewing storms.




Meghan descending into Deadhorse Basin off the pass


Deadhorse Lake (?)
 Another thing we did not anticipate was how technical the trail could be at times, when it existed, and what a disappearing act the trail could be. There was some navigation involved, which slowed us a little, and all-in-all our goal turned out to be a bit aggressive under the circumstances. Since both of us are ultra-runners, it never occurred to us that hiking 20 miles per day could be aggressive. I guess we forgot about how mother nature is in charge sometimes.

Meghan crossing one of many creeks -- Deadhorse Basin

Meghan on Red Knob Pass

To summarize the trip, it was absolutely incredible. The scenery was diverse and ranged from southwesty looking red rock to high scree covered mountains to forested expanses to marshy moose-country meadows. The place was so magical I half expected to see a unicorn fly by. The company was perfect as well, since Meghan is a laid-back easy-going chica. I couldn’t count the number of times I laughed until I cried. I can, however, count the number of times I was annoyed or exasperated – zero. She’s good people.

There were so many incredible aspects to the trip, but for now I’ll recount one that is pretty typical of this trip (excluding the terrifying experience of sitting at 11,000 feet hearing thunder and lightning so close together there’s no counting between the two). On the first day as we approached a significant pass – Deadhorse Pass – a storm was moving in so we set up camp early.
The basin looking back from Porcupine Pass
We missed being pelted with hail by mere seconds and took refuge under our tent (loaned by friend Dave – it was awesome (a Golite Shangri-la 2). Because we began by getting behind, we decided to leave super early before it was light out to make up mileage. (Note: this didn’t work that well as navigation is much tougher in the dark).
The moon setting
The trail up to the pass sometimes resembled goat trails you see in Glacier, which are narrow, slanty/washed out and super exposed. My heart pounded a bit, particularly since the trail was covered in hail. When we reached the top of this amazing pass it took some time to find the trail down the other side. There was a large rock cairn that led us to believe that the route down was right there, though we finally determined that if there was class 4 scrambling involved we would have known about it in advance.
Meghan almost to the top of Anderson Pass
As we descended the actual trail, which Meghan found after scouting the entire ridge while I putzed around and spaced out, the sun began to rise and revealed the most magnificent scenery imaginable. The light, the rock, the basin – it all glowed in hues of orange, red and pink. I felt a euphoria that would reappear again and again throughout the hike.
Meghan almost to the top of North Pole Pass

Long shadows on North Pole Pass
Finally we descended into a hail-covered basin that, though cold, was definitely a likely spot for a unicorn sighting. Enjoying coffee in the brisk chill, breathing in the big-country beauty and watching the sun slowly make its way over the surrounding mountain peaks, I knew that there’s little in life I love more than being outside engulfed in natural beauty. It just makes me feel good.
North Pole Pass (me) (photo courtesy of Meghan Hicks)

near Kings Peak, courtesy of Meghan Hicks (photo and trip)

Our abode -- photo by Meghan Hicks


Me in total bliss descending Deadhorse Pass


Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Yes you can (2011 Swan Crest -- 50k)

One of the fun things about "running" (I walk a lot) ultra-distances is that no matter what I think I can or can't do in life, and no matter my actual limitations, I have the opportunity to remind myself that sometimes achieving is nothing more than putting one foot in front of the other and continuing on until the finish.
Zella and Elisa
Sunday marked the fifth year I've run the Swan Crest 57k, though due to fires and trail closures this year's course was different and about 50k.  I was sort of "meh" about actually running but my girlfriend Elisa really wanted to do it because she wasn't sure if she could.  She had been musing about the challenge for a little while and though she considered bailing a couple days earlier, she rallied and gave it a go. She totally did it.  No problem.  She put one foot in front of the other until the very end.  That's all it took (along with some patience, pushing through mental and physical fatigue and a little pain).  I'm really glad I got to be part of her experience and am especially glad that I went out and enjoyed the day.  (Also, I'm technically training for a hundred so I should technically do some long runs first).
photo and watermelon courtesy of Brad (well, Brad didn't buy the watermelon but he carried it up the mountain)

Indeed, the day was perfect and the company was even better.  We camped a couple nights, drank beer and ate lots.  A great way to spend Labor Day weekend.