Weekend Wandering: Tracks to Trail // July 4th weekend // 2015

“Remember: where you’re going, there are no roads.” — Doc Brown, Back to the Future III

Time travel + van life wrapped in a nifty old western motif? Yep, I’d give it a go. Back to the Future III is my favorite of the sequels, specifically because it culminates with Doc Brown and his old-timey family jet-setting between the pages of time and space in a flying locomotive. To be sure, the Delorean will always have a special place in my heart, but if someone were to ask “would you like to arrive at the trailhead via Delorean or train?” I’m going to pick train, every time.

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While neither flying, nor time traveling, the train to Chicago Basin was an hour and a half well spent imagining myself as stowaway. And taking pics of course.


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Bridge: progress marker, trail connector, and site of Three Billygoats Gruff. I claim the part of the Troll. </ scene>


 

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May the wild places become a part of you, and you a part of them in return.


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Home is where the tent is.


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Choose your trail carefully, but not so carefully that you spend all of your time choosing and have none left to explore.


 

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Day 2: first Windom Peak attempt. Primary goal: to come back safely and as friends. Secondary goal: summit.


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You may know heaven when you see it, or you may not.


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But one thing is certain: you can feel the magic of a place, right down to your core.


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I’ve found it is always good to have a Plan B, in case of an early turnaround. Brunch in a field of flowers is a good runner-up, don’t you think?


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Communal gravity filter for the win. Seriously, one of my favorite pieces of group camping gear. Saves time and makes morning and evening cooking a breeze.  There are several manufacturers out there – I’ve used a Sawyer for the past two seasons and love it.


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The smallness only felt when surrounded by giants at sunrise, or sung to sleep by the milky way.


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and even in our smallness, we can accomplish truly great things. Anything, really.


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The snow was rubbish, full of postholes and weak. Our determination, however, was not.


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I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.  – Forrest Gump

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