CDT + GDT: Green River Lakes to Jackson (Gargos Ventre High Route): A growing growing expansive for myself for me

Reference 19 | Green River Lakes Trailhead to Jackson through Wind River High Route

Day 75, 28.8 miles.

When I was at the top of the 12,000 -foot pass yesterday, I had a little service, so I checked the weather forecast. Predicted inside and outside the thunderstorms today and then several days of sun. I almost consider asking my parents to take me back to their hotel and jump the storm, but I did not. On a walk through, you have the climate you get. My things were still wet by yesterday’s rain, so as soon as the sun came enough to show shadows, I dried my quilt. It rained from time to time, and in the afternoon there was a lot of hail and lightning that seemed that it was right on the crest in the valley that would be entering. It was the second closest I have seen ray and is scary but incredible. I took refuge for an hour to wait and fell asleep despite thunder. I woke up because it cools too much. In addition to my quilt, all my isolation is active, not static, which means that it is only hot when I move while I use it. So I would have had to configure my canvas and get into my comforter to be hot while I was sitting for so long. I just shuddered and then put myself to walk. I had to look for big puddles on the way of the earth because I did not want to wade and my most wet shoes and socks when it was so cold. But Bushwhacking was like walking through a car wash: it had all the rainwater of wet foliage that threw me. Fortunately, the clouds broke at the end of the afternoon and I could dry again. To access the Gros Ventre High route, I took a neglected path and covered with wild flowers. Towards the end of the day I think the bushes hit my water bladder outside my side pocket. I ran around a mile to look for it and looked and looked for the thickest brush, but I didn’t find anything. A thunderstorm was forming again and I had to stop looking to establish a field of despair in the nearest tree post. It is inclined and rocky and it was difficult to launch in tight trees. I had to launch and repeat it to get the right angles. It is one of the worst camps that I have established. Even with a very low and close horizontal tone, I can’t block all rain. I simply covered my rain skirt on my head, so it’s a bit protected. There is only a comfortable sleep position. I put my shoes under my chest and my package under my hips to prevent me from sliding down. I put a rock in the rock that is right where my head has to go. Water is dripping and collecting near my hip and feet and I can’t do anything about it. I had to eliminate a lot of poodledog toxic shrubs. But at least I prepared it before the worst of the storm began and I am mostly comfortable, warm and dry. I have had it worse on several nights on other paths. I did not go as far as I wanted today, but it is what it is.

Day 76, 19.5 miles.

I was humid, wet and cold when I packed the camp this morning. My right shoulder hurt to do all the work of preventing me from sliding last night. My socks were dry, but they quickly soaked to walk through the soaked and emelled vegetation, and then I had to wade the stream. At that time, my feet were freezing and I had nothing dry to heat them. On the other hand, I saw so many places of protected flat camp that, if that time had not passed yesterday looking for my water bladder, I could have done it here and perhaps it would be drier now. I felt how to scream. No one else is here, so I let two primary screams as strong as I could, and I felt better. Then I put on music, and the first song was «Vienna»: «I reduce the speed, crazy child. I reduce the speed, you are doing well. When the truth is said, you can get what you want or you can simply age.» Then I cried. And the sun came out. And I glimpsed the peaks in this range. And I ate a cookie. And it was fine. There is no trace at this point, so I am taking pieces of paths for the game when I can and otherwise simply walking freely through the landscape.

I walked on a bitter sandstone platea that looked like a gofre and found rocks that looked like Tempeh.

I walked through a field of huge talus in the form of a cube that made me feel as if I was walking through giant lay people. The cliffs here remind me of Arizona and Utah. Much of the day seemed relatively flat on the map of Topo, but in reality it was a series of cliffs and ravines and some snow patches. Finding the least resistance path took time. I did not see other clues in addition to the fresh bear and marmot clues. I gave myself an early camp in a good place tonight to compensate yesterday.

Day 77, 20.5 miles.

Today I went up to Ridgeline again and fortunately I had a good weather all day. I did a lot of stir for Talus and Loose Scride. All broken layers of rocks made me feel as if I were walking through the ruins of an old temple. Today I had my first look at the Tetons. I was a little emotional looking at them because the last time I was in the Tetons was also my first solo backpack trip. I have grown a lot since then. I strongly recommend running down a hillside, especially if it is in a wide crest surrounded by heaven, as Maria does in the sound of music. Guaranteed to lift the mood. Or try to walk on the crest with extended arms, the warmth of the sun on the back, listening to music that swells, like the soundtrack of how to train its dragon or spirit: cimarrón stallion. You will feel that you are flying. That second film was one of the favorites for me growing. It feels especially appropriate here in this landscape. This is homeland, belonging, fight for what you believe, independence, freedom, all the things that the American west represents. There were many Cambrian fossils in the sandstone and limestone and today’s schist. This whole place used to be an ancient sea. And when I sustained that evidence physically in my hands, I thought about how many beings throughout the evolution they have lived and killed in this same land. How all the history we know is contained in this earth. Everything happened here somewhere. Think how much has happened where you are sitting now. It is sacred here. Everywhere. And now we can be the administrators of this land for the next generation. And when we go, we will not take anything with us. We will leave everything behind. Now I am camped with view of the Tetons.

Day 78, miles to Teton Pass / Jackson.

In the year I made my first solo backpack trip at the Tetons, I was on an extended road and a bike trip through the American west. On that trip I went to see the famous dawn in Oxbow Bles. I cried, standing there with astonishment among all these strangers whispers: we all share this moment that we could never witness again, and yet it is a small miracle that occurs every day, regardless of what kind of day we have another place in the world. Somewhere, there is a beautiful dawn. On the same trip, I rode my bicycle around a Tetans loop, in bicycle lanes that my new friend Liz helped establish. To this day, I have not yet met her, and yet, she has been like my fairy godmother in all Wyoming: generate magic at each stop. Today I holuine the road path through Jackson until the beginning of the start of the path to the Tetons, which means that my parents came to take my whole team to sleep to «walk» the way. Liz made a reservation in the city of the Roosevelts restaurant of her friend Kristen. Then we stayed in the newly built residence of Liz and George in Jackson. It is so new that it is not even furnished yet, so its neighbors brought me a crib, but all that I needed was a shower and laundry anyway. In my walk today, I was thinking about the fate that I have been to meet the people I have met. Liz and George’s generosity feels like what you would extend to the family. I feel grazing through Wyoming. I have taken three showers so far in Wyoming and all of them thanks to them.

His support in all Wyoming has felt similar to having family in the state. People do what it is. Now, in my memory, Wyoming will be a state full of warm and smiling faces and not just its spectacular landscape. This is what I believe: friction creates warmth. Yes, it is less coordination effort to get a hotel to spend the night, but I would not have made a new network of friends in Wyoming. We are always trying to do the most efficient things. We try to solve problems with money. We want them to deliver edible. We want it to be reviewed. We don’t want to talk to our driver. We pay a cousin for convenience. But then, where is the community? As I said before, I may be walking alone, but I certainly don’t feel alone. It can be more lonely in a city full of people.

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