Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Buck Creek Trail: Day 1

Due to a late night and the need to coordinate gear/food for our excursion, we didn’t make it to the trailhead at Trinity until 3 p.m. on Sunday, August 5. We looked a bit like the Russian army prior to the Nazi invasion: confused. Nonetheless, we would –- like that same Russian army –- ultimately prevail.

The goal was to pack as lightly as possible, which requires coordination. For example, we didn’t need to bring four camp stoves, or four tents, or four sets of cookware. So we worked through the issue of who was bringing what, and planned the daily meals.

Like backpacks, camp stoves have improved over the years. In the early years, we’d simply cook over a campfire. But with wood becoming increasingly scarce, most responsible backpackers started using single-burner stoves powered by white gas. Although certainly serviceable, white gas can be messy and smelly, and you have to prime the pump to build pressure in the cylinder.

Enter propane, the fuel of choice for backpacking in the 70s and beyond. My trusty Camping Gaz Turbo 270 lasted for my entire career as a wilderness ranger. Today, my stove of choice is the Jetboil Flash, an all-in-one design that combines the wind-protected burner and cooking vessel in one compact unit. Everything is stacked inside the one-liter cooking cup. The system lights with the click of a button and boiling water is yours within two minutes.

Having decided to bring two stoves (we brought Frank’s MSR stove as backup), we proceeded up the hot and dusty trail, swatting black flies in the 80-degree temperatures as we hiked. Passing the junction of the Buck Creek Trail and the Chiwawa Basin Trail, we made it another mile or so before settling on a well-worn campsite at the three-mile mark near the footbridge over the Chiwawa River.

Setting up camp near the footbridge (shown below in my wilderness ranger days), we were relieved –- after all the preparation and planning –- to finally be in the wilderness. Tomorrow would be another day. And what a day it would be.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Underneath the orange tarp are 11 cases of Lucky Lager 16 ouncers.

Gonzo said...

More like a short case of Carlsberg Elephants....