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R, K, M in N. Cascade
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Rain-washed monkey flower
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Sunset on the Big Ones
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From the forest and wilderness come the tonics
and barks which brace mankind. Henry David Thoreau, 1851.
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Map- Wyoming - Tetons - Paintbrush Loop - String Lk - Holly Lk - Solitude - N. Fk. Cascade
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  Day 1: Hauling Holly. (String Lake TH to
Holly Lake; 6.2 miles; 2500' elevation gain.) The mosquitoes and my cold exposed toes
have forced me into the tent. The pink salmon glow has faded from the toothy escarpment
we dubbed 'rugged ridge,' and it's almost too dark to write inside the tent. It's the
first real day of a Teton Crestival.
  We, Mark R., K, and I, are camped near Holly Lake
after a rain-dotted haul up from String Lake TH. The adventure started with a long drive
back to Smog Lake from Arizona, following the first part of a move. After working a
few days on the house, we drove to Pocatello and enjoyed a remembrance tour of Buddy's
and their infamous birth control salad. So much delightful garlic that it may act to
repel suitors, unless of course you both imbibe. I was also thrilled to see another of
my 'old' ISU professors, Victor J., who remains as charming and engaging as ever.
  The Crestival day started at 5:15 a.m. in Pocatello,
followed by the scenic drive to Teton Village where we left Mark's car to shuttle us
back to the upper TH (String Lake). Final packing and we are bordering the crystal
waters of String Lake. Pine scent, the aroma of huckleberries, ahh. A cow and a
calf moose ply the willows as we creep beneath the Holly cirque. Another Ms. Moose
wades deep grass as we hide out from the short showers. My feet are flat and muscles
tired as we pass an unnamed pond and climb more. A carpet of wild flowers graces our
meadow as we inhale black beans and rice and inhaust the high altitude measure of tea
(an extra quart when at altitude).
 
Day 2: Paintbrush Deluge: (Holly Lake to Paintbrush Divide to Lake
Solitude to N. Fk. Cascade camp zone; 6+ miles, 1350' elevation gain, 2300' elevation loss.)
I'm lounging with full pile gazing out at spectacular crystalline peaks - The Grand Teton,
Mt. Owens, and an unidentified lunker (perhaps the South Teton?). The air is cool and
we're happy to have escaped the rain and hail for several hours.
  We started a bit late, then inched up to Paintbrush
Divide at 10,700'. Grand vistas of The Wigwams, Table Mountain, Mt. Woodring, and etc
and etc, and lunch. Dark skies brew over Idaho, so we start down toward Solitude Lake
(9022') and are soon engulfed in a pounding hail storm. No protection out here in the
land of rocks and pikas, so we continue to cover near the lake, descending on the long,
steady sweeps of two prolonged switchbacks to the lake. Hiding out in the trees - it
rains for about an hour, at the end of which we pop out into bright sunshine and visit
Solitude Lake and absorb one of the classic views of the Tetons. Tiring now, we start
down the North Cascade camping zone, investigating areas along the way and choosing one
near the bottom end of the zone - just in time for the next rain. It was brief and we
came out from the trees to enjoy potatoes and lentils and the dramatic Teton backdrop.
 
Day 3: Flushed Out to Grand Central Commerce: (North Fork Cascade to
Hidden Falls to String Lake TH; 10 miles, 1500' elevation loss.) The skies look OK
this morning, belying the bouts of overnight rain. We are up early to get a good start
on Hurricane Pass and over into the delights of Alaska Basin from which we hope to climb
Static Peak and Table Mountain on longish day hikes. Clouds rain and hail sweep in as
we begin the hike to the junction with South Fk. Cascade. Rain gear on, we note the moose
are ruminating from under cover, lounging beneath stately fir. A thoroughly chewed sign
warns of "bears in the area," yikes. We stop in at the patrol cabin and hunker in the
rain shadow of the eves while a kindly rangerette calls for a weather update. We learn
little except no one predicted the partly cloudy leaking down our necks.
  I vote to move up toward the pass, noting that
"high cirrus" are reclaiming the sky. K and Mark vote to abandon the trudge,
remarking that the exposed venues of Alaska Basin are unfit for Summer hikers
like us. With a heavy heart, I follow my cohorts down the picturesque U-shaped
valley past more moose and a diversity of berries and into a stock market of
republicans. So many people! Argh. How many of this throng milling around
Inspiration Point and Hidden Falls vote against their self interest and the
continuity of life and science and in favor of narrow special interest fears
and a widening gap between the uber-wealthy elite and everyone else?
 
The population explosion eases a bit as we head toward String Lake and the TH,
leaving the special views of those magnificent mammaries, our precious Tetons.
Instead of the Teton Crest, we have hiked the Paintbrush Loop. Maybe next time
we will hike the "High Adventure Trail" a la Paul Petzoldt, as Stan and I did over
two decades ago, part of it in 1981, the whole thing in 1983.
  Now I'm catching up on writing about this tale
of Teton treking, hiding out from another morning thunderstorm - my last writing
from the tiny North porch of the Smog Lake house. "Adventures in moving" only
grazes the edge of our experiences with the incompetent "All My Sons Movers" of Smog Lake
on the first trip moving to Arizona, and now, on this second part of the move, we are
delayed for two days because of broken equipment. Argh, to be back in the gargantuan
clefts of the Teton backcountry, where glimpses of wilderness can be experienced.
 
*Kundalini is the energy that lies dormant at the base of the spine and is said
to be activated by yoga or a vigorous hike in the Tetons.
  Edward Abbey once wrote: "Wild country has the
power to remind civilized people that out there is a different world, older and greater
and deeper by far than ours, a world which surrounds and sustains the little world
of men."
  And, in rememberance to a Man of the Tetons,
Paul Petzoldt, 1974: "No one must be allowed in the wild outdoors until he can
prove he is ecologically housebroken."
  Note: This report is the first written for the new server/new
address, wildernessvagabond.com. This allows for larger files. I will continue to write
most reports so they can be used with dial-up serviced machines, yet attempt to balance this
with enhanced graphics.... Take good care and happy hiking - Rob, Paintbrush Divide Trail,
August, 2006
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Map- Wyoming - Tetons - Paintbrush Loop - String Lk - Holly Lk - Solitude - N. Fk. Cascade
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