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.


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.


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



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


Home is where the tent is.


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



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


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


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


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?


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.


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


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


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


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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