Category: Backpacking
What it feels like to fall in the backcountry.
I fell on Friday. I’m still shook up about it. Mom, don’t read this.
Deep in the backcountry, I was on a long, difficult cross country route. In an instant I was falling sideways through the air before I made very hard contact with the ground.
OUCH! Oh god no! I let out a scream to alert my partners. Did my arm just break? Did I just rupture a kidney? Thank goodness I didn’t hit my head. Lay still. Calm down. Did I rupture my kidney?? This is bad. This could be really bad.
I fell about five feet. Once you’re falling, you really have no control over how far you’re going to go. Luckily the rocks below were only those few feet away. It could have been a cliff. I could be dead.
Think.. Did I break my back or my neck? What did WFR teach me? I slammed down hard. Really hard. But, I landed on my side. My backpack was protecting my back. No MOI for spine. I think. Move on.
My left arm definitely isn’t broken. Where’s the worst of the blood? My left ankle has a deep gash but it’s not gushing. Where else? I sit up. I need to do a full body exam. I need to see if there is something critical that needs to be addressed. It’s my back left side that hurts. It hurts right at my kidney. Stay calm. Don’t go into shock.
My partners fetch water. They look at my back. They watch. I elevate my leg. I’m scraped in other places but it’s not bad.
I’m pretty sure I can walk. I’m sure no bones are broken. I have a SPOT that we can press and I think about and discuss the signs and symptoms of a kidney injury. Shock too. I think I’m fine.
Washing the wounds is easy and quick. I lay there. Take some photos. I keep calm. I make jokes and act cavalier.
The gash on my ankle, the sore back, the five or six other scrapes and cuts, and two rips in my pack are what I’ll carry out. I’m up and hiking pretty soon. After a few days of very rough cross country travel and peak bagging, I only have an hour to the grass and the trail.
Thank goodness I’m not alone. Thank goodness I’m not that hurt. This could have been terrible.
I’ll think about this fall a lot. Difficult backpacking is still important to me. I’ve tripped before. We all do. I don’t want to die or be seriously hurt out here. I’ve seen that happen. And yet, I’ll continue to do this. Risk is interesting business. I’ll continue to be safe and I’ll continue to take risks.
What does it feel like to fall in the backcountry? It hurts.
Buying food for July 4th
Spending the evening purchasing food for my six day Ionian trip. I’m hoping to eat well. Lunches for the first few days are sandwiches with cured Italian meats, goat cheese, cucumber and sundried tomatoes. I’ve got a craving for beans and rice and feel like eating that for at least three nights. I might go with dill B&R one night. Perhaps curried chicken and nuts B&R another night.
I need to come up with something patriotic to eat.
Yoke still fresh

Nearly without fail, it’s the small things that stand out.
While I haven’t blogged in over a year, I’ve been quite active. As I look back on thousands of photos from dozens of days in the field, my best are of tiny things.
I blog reluctantly as this juncture. Expect just a tiny glimpse into me. These small things.
Pause. Redirect.
I’m going to put my blog on hold for a while. I have a new job. I want to see how and if this forum fits with my new responsibilities. I’ve been hired by the Pacific Crest Trail Association to, well, talk about the Pacific Crest Trail (and many other things). Not only do I talk about backpacking all day at work, I also write about it. A lot. I’m extremely fortunate! This blog may just be too much backpacking talk for this old backpacking fanatatic. It may compete with my aims at work.
It may evolve. It may not.
Regardless, thanks for reading. Thanks for supporting me. Thanks for redirecting your questions (about the PCT) to the PCTA. Ask there, and I will happily answer!



