CDT + GDT: Lander To Green River Lakes (Wind River High Route) – Road in Beauty

Reference 18 | Lander a Green River Lakes, including Cirque de las Torres and Colon Backpack through Wind River High Route

Author’s note: Publications advanced on WY can be delayed; The high routes are challenging and I have a limited service.

Day 69, 25.8 miles.

This morning I was collected at 6:30 by Liz and the residents of George Garth and Annie to return to the road. They said they were going to leave me and then go to their yurt near to meditate. Outside hiking, my meditation practice has been one of the most rewarding investments of my time. Then I asked if I could join them and they told me, of course. Annie can read the energy very well and knew without telling him that it was my right ankle that was bothering me. The ankle is connected to the pelvis, which is the first chakra: the earth. Your grounding. And his right side is connected to ‘do’. So, maybe there is some work that you must do there, he said. She is right, all my life I have focused on doing, fighting, getting there, even on the road. That is part of the conditioning that we absorb in Western culture: extract everything. I have to work consciously in the surrender, in just ‘being’. On receptivity. I am very grateful that the universe of the elections that were taken by me and others led me to have the opportunity to sit for half an hour and meditate with Garth and Annie in their Yurt this morning. What a gift. On the way up they asked me if I was moving away or walking towards something. This is a big question because often people who go through a walk do not even realize that they are doing this. It was certainly true for me. I thought I was going to walk in a beautiful landscape for a long time and I didn’t realize how my brain wiring again. Today I left the basin and returned to the forest in the foothills of the Wind river mountain range. I will start the high route tomorrow.

Day 70, 18.5 miles.

I saw 8 people today, which is almost as many as I have seen on the way since I entered Colorado. None of them were CDT hikers; They were all out for a one -day walk along the lake or the closest pass. And it is not surprising that this area is popular: it is beautiful and is one of the few places where you can easily access the Wind River mountain range. The rest of this range is incredibly remote and there are few paths. There are so many huge transparent walls and mountains that stand out as if they simply arise from the ground. It is not surprising that this place is known for its escalation. It is also a really difficult hiking. I burned 4300 calories walking only 18.5 miles. I would normally expect to burn less than 2500 calories for that mileage. I have a small disadvantage in this section because my shoes have very little rolling band. This is not great because much of this land is steep and loose, and there are snow patches and I don’t have peaks with me, so I trust the sun to melt the snow enough to kick steps. As I had barely crossed 400 miles since the last time I replaced my shoes 23 days ago, I thought I could endure until after this section, but I am slipping. Maybe all the pierced and kicking steps and climbing up and down on the path on Colorado used them faster. In heel slopes I saw many spiders in their networks. I know that people don’t like spiders: they don’t look like us, they don’t move like us. But you must admit that they earn the good life. They come to live here with these views and their food is given. I could see a spider to catch a mosquito and another spider to patiently build its network. I hope to be in an even more remote part of the winds tomorrow.

Day 71, 16.6 miles.

This is hiking. It is slow in the heel and the screen, there are long snow patches, and I am looking for streams and leaves of humid meadows and moving through the strong slippery slabs or the loose earth. Every time I stop the mosquito attack even though I apply insect spray every hour. Little mosquitoes somehow stuck on my legs and die there, so my legs end like the grill of a car after a long road trip. There is no trace until the passes or through the willows. When I pass to the branches to separate them, I think of the painting of the birth of Venus, where it leaves an clam. I don’t have a good tread band on my shoes, and I don’t have a snow -tensile. I watched a small rock slide climbing one of the passes and my adrenaline was going hard, trying to avoid surfing with the rock slip. And yet, this is some of the most beautiful and rewarding walks I have done. First, I like it, I love it is the only one here! So I’m like, everyone should come here! This is how my brain works.

It is impressive in all directions, from each pass, at all angles. I have to discover every movement for myself, and there are no other clues here, so each mile wins a lot. I feel that I have had a kind of progression; The Sierra in 2023 was difficult, but we were not the first to pass, the San Juanes this year were difficult and we were the first to pass, but I had a slide, then I only had Slide tracks, then their clues were too melted to continue, but it still had its beta ahead, and now there are no clues and there is no trace and neither Cairns and it should not be said that the conditions are coming. The slide is on a completely different route now in the appropriate CDT in a lower elevation. So this is all me. And pass after passing, bowl after bowl, I’m walking along the Wind River High route.

Day 72, 15.3 miles.

When I am in the alpine and I can see the source of my water, I drink it directly from the stream. I feel cradled by the abundance of the earth. Only to give an idea of how difficult it is hiking here: on the 67th day in the basin, I walked 36 fast miles to reach the city and was in pace for a 40 mile day. I burned just under 4000 calories. On my first day in the winds I walked half of that distance and burned 4300 calories. Today I walked 15 miles of Cross Country and burned 4000 calories climbing three passes and a peak of 12,000 feet. In the winds so far I have climbed almost 700 vertical feet per mile. That is like climbing a 70 -story building every mile for 12 hours a day, but you have to do it at an altitude of more than 10,000 feet. You are jumping around giant rocks and sliding in a loose scrre and posthaling in muddy snow and dating through swampy meadows and chord of ice streams. And every time you fall into a valley, the willows and mosquitoes that explode from bushes and flying through your nose hit you, so there is no possibility that you are taking a break there. Because yes, you may have insect spray, but that does not prevent them from accumulating around you. Interestingly, I have had several people, all men, who ask to join me on this walk. You may want to reconsider that. You need high tolerance for suffering and must be well conditioned. That means that it is tight to move 12 hours a day carrying a third of its altitude body weight, eating so many calories, climbing the Empire State building several times a day and doing that day after day for weeks. I am not trying to dissuade anyone to make this walk, but I am saying that you must be properly prepared and move towards it instead of jumping to another person’s walk.

Part of today’s land was very hurried and some seemed intimidally unstable. The last descent I made for the day was a slope of degrees of 40 or 45* of grade, and again, I have very little rolling band, so my heart was beating hard. I did not film it if I didn’t feel safe. I did not leave the alpine before dusk, so I had to find the most protected place I could camp. Very happy that my canvas is very flexible in the place where I configured it. As expected, he is very cozy. It’s worth it? Absolutely.

Day 73, 12 miles.

I spent 2000 calories walking the first four miles of my day this morning. That’s how to aggravate the terrain was. Today I had three passes and a lot of snow and astragalus. I passed many energy steps. I realized that this is probably the reason why my rolling band has gone so fast. I could only do 12 miles today because I didn’t think I could upload the last pass before dusk, so I’m camped in the famous Titcomb basin. Even so, the 12 miles took me 12 hours. A storm rolled while I was in my second pass of the day, so I ran through the descent. Fortunately, there is a path since I am now returning to a more accessible area. I followed the water because the water knows the path faster. But the basin below was still very exposed, so I hid under a rock to wait.

Fortunately I have 3200 calories for tomorrow. See you then.

Day 74, 23.3 Miles of the Green River Lakes path.

The high route through the winds has been so challenging that I looked at my alternative resting cross today asking if I needed to cut them to stay on time. Then I realized that my other high routes exceed only 10,000 feet. So I’ll be fine. I went up to my last 12,000 feet from the winds and went to the CDT. If Talus seems slow for rock jump, try to jump into blind rocks. That was my morning: trying to sail for the snow loose in the rock fields. At 11 in the morning he began to rain. He briefly became a barn and I took refuge because hail and ray go together. Today it rained for five hours. I was waiting for a 15 mile chill in the CDT until the beginning of the path where my parents knew each other, but this path does not give you anything free. My parents have expelled Washington to replace me during the next three stops. It seems that they brought Washington’s climate with them. It was impossible to stay dry in constant rain. I also went to the streams and splashed capuces all day. Madé to my base layers and I had to run the last ten miles on and off because I had no other options to raise my central temperature. I descended from the arid talus to the exuberant forest of the forest to artemis and the poplar of the lake. I think it is surprising that we, as humans, have the opportunity to cross so many types of landscapes even only in one day. Once I found my dad in the parking lot, I ran. My parents love my doing. They brought so much food that you would think they were feeding four hikers. My mother patiently dried my socks on the propane stove. Only one mother would touch the socks of a hiker. They charged my energy banks and my wetting things saw me and they saw me prepare the camp before returning to their hotel. It means a lot that they came to support me because they initially opposed this walk. I told them that if I connected the CDT and GDT, it would be the first known woman to do so. Why do you have to be the first? they said. Isn’t there a reason why no one else has done it? But I knew I had to do it. You cannot succeed living another person’s life.

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