In my last blog-a-book post from “It’s 4 AM and a Bear Is Standing on Top of Me,” I wrote about finding our ‘lost’ Trekker and declaring a layover day. It was just what we needed. Feeling refreshed and rested, the group was ready to hit the trail. Today, I cover our 4th and 5th days. And the dong.
We hit the trail early. I took over leadership since we were now covering a section of the route I had previewed. It was where Sparky and I had the bear encounter. I was glad to leave the grueling chore of bringing up the rear to Steve.
It felt good being up with the hotdogs, all younger than I was by a decade. The miles sped by as we maintained our three to four-mile an hour pace. Of course, we were egging each other on. As the old man of the group at 29, I had to prove that the kids couldn’t outrun me. My only problem was blisters. My feet were still doing battle with the new Lowa boots, and the boots were winning. Since I couldn’t ignore the blisters in the same way I was ignoring the piteous cries of my fat cells, I kept slapping on moleskin. There wasn’t much bare skin left.
Camp that night was at an old mining area called ‘Last Chance.’ Obviously, some disgruntled forty-niner had named it as his dreams of wealth were fading. The area was a major checkpoint on the 100-mile Tevis Cup Horse Race. Veterinarians checked horses to see if they could continue on. I wandered around and carried out a similar effort with the Trekkers, paying special attention to their hooves. There were a couple of people I assigned to the jeep for a day and several whose feet I patched up. I was becoming quite the expert on blisters.
People were in an amazingly good mood. I set up camp next to Charlie, which involved unrolling my ground cloth, ensolite pad, and sleeping bag. We were sleeping out in the open at the time, which I almost always did unless weather forced me into my emergency tube tent. We lay there, looking up at the sky and contemplating the myriad of stars the clear Sierra night made available.
“What an experience,” Charlie offered. “I can’t believe I am out here. Someday, people will be doing these Treks all over the nation.”
My thoughts were more along the line of “Thank God we made it through another day.” But things were definitely getting easier as Steve and I adjusted to our group and the group adjusted to its long hiking days. The next day even found several of us trotting along the trail in sheer joy with Orvis trotting right along with us. We still had our share of challenges though.
Food was one. I spent a lot of time listening to complaints about Ham Cheddarton, which the Trekkers were eating every other day. They had even composed a little ditty about the meal and what I could do with it. I don’t think Lipton would have found it useful as a marketing song. Nor did I find the suggestion of where I might put it particularly enticing. At least the Trekkers were developing a sense of humor.
Three young teenagers from Auburn, a girl and her brothers, had the most legitimate gripe. I discovered they had broken their stove and were eating the goop with cold water. I turned down their ‘generous’ offer to sample a bite and loaned them my stove. We had three in our cook group so it wasn’t a problem. (The stove never quite recovered from the experience, however.)
Keeping the troops clean provided another interesting challenge. Some people simply didn’t bother. I suspected our Four Mouseketeers weren’t overly concerned about missing a bath or eight. But nobody was squeaky clean. People have a way of deteriorating in unison on the trail. Even the most conscientious develop a certain look, a certain patina. You don’t really recognize this state of deterioration until you arrive back at civilization and meet disgustingly clean people at trailheads. They smell so good…
Probably the easiest solution to bathing in the woods is to jump into a convenient lake or river. The major drawback here is that one can’t use soap because it damages the water supply. Truly lazy or tired Trekkers may jump in with their clothes on, thus rinsing their clothes as well as their body. I’ve used that option often. By now, I am sure the reader is beginning to grasp why backpackers gradually (quickly) become scruffier as the trip progresses.
One issue that is always present is the question of privacy. Do you slip off into the woods by yourself and take a sponge bath or do you shed all of your clothes and jump into the lake. The latter range from folks who jump in and make lots of noise, to more shy folks who quietly slip in business like. Our first Trek, a true 70’s type adventure, incorporated all types. I already mentioned the woman and her coterie of the Four Mouseketeers. She would have preferred a private bath but had to put up with her youthful admirers.
Two of our Trekkers, who I will call Y and Z, were definitely of the Hippie Generation when it came to bathing. Y was an amply endowed woman who floated in a most interesting way, but it was her boyfriend Z, who drew the most attention. Orvis, at 70, still had a fine appreciation of the female body and could be depended on to check out the action at the local swimming hole. We were camping on the middle fork of the American River when he came up to me with an impish grin on his face.
“Did you see Z, Curt?” he asked with wonder in his voice. “His dong goes all the way to his knees!” I just started laughing and couldn’t stop. I couldn’t help myself. But I also made an innocent trip by the swimming hole. Sure enough, Z had equipment that would have sent a mare running in the opposite direction.
Blog-a-book Wednesday: Now that I am well into my book on wilderness adventures, it’s time to start re-blogging the book on my experiences as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Africa, The Bush Devil Ate Sam. I’ve been making major revisions in the book: rewriting some chapters, adding chapters, updating my section on Liberia’s history since I left the country, and expanding the section on the Peace Corps in Liberia today. Perhaps you were around when I first blogged the book or maybe you have even read “The Bush Devil Ate Sam.” If so, much of this will be familiar to you.
Travel Blog Friday: We return to my ‘backroad series’ and journey down highway 191 through Utah and Arizona.
24 thoughts on ““His Dong Goes All the Way to His Knees,” Orvis Told Me in Wonder”
You’re only doing this series so you could use that title 😀
Laughing. I debated it, AC, but it passed my censor, Peggy. –Curt
Excellent stuff Curt, great writing.
Thanks, Andrew! –Curt
Hysterical! I wonder how he could hike carrying that around!
Well, he might be falling forward, which always encourages walking. 🙂 Thanks, G. –Curt
I can relate to all the bathing options from my days on the trail, though I’m glad I never hiked with anyone like Z. Hehe. I laughed at your comment about hygiene in general. After a month in the Tetons, my husband and I stopped at a grocery store and caught a glimpse of ourselves in a long mirror behind the meat counter. OMG. We looked like cave people. Lol. Great share.
Many a time, Peggy and I have had that shock! It’s always a toss up whether a shower of a hamburger has top priority! To top it off, Z was a skinny little fellow. Thanks, Diana. –Curt
LOL. I’d go for the hamburger… or an orange!
That’s the choice we normally make. 🙂
Hilarious. Just what I needed today.
Good! We can all use a laugh. Thanks, Peggy. –Curt
Well for a start the title made me laugh out loud. And then Y “floating in a most interesting way” had me howling and then I just had to share with Don at this point. Of course you just had to make “an innocent trip to the swimming hole” ROFLMAO!
Keep ’em coming Curt.
🙂 Glad it gave you a laugh, Alison. And that you shared with Don! It was one of the more humorous episodes in Trek history. Thanks. –Curt
😂😂 Curt, now I’m laughing so much I can’t see the screen! I knew there was a reason I didn’t go into hiking groups and ‘Z’ and the ilk could be it! Now, empty lakes like that are SO tempting and definitely worthy of a bit of skinny-dipping – in private, please! There’s nothing quite like it and something I’ve had the good luck to experience in remote lakes and coastal places in Sweden! Sheer joy!
I love your writing as always, informative, funny and wonderful descriptions. As for the stove – how did they manage to ruin it?
‘Z’ was a natural wonder, Annika. 🙂 What can I say. As for skinny dipping, I still do when the opportunity presents itself. But the public part of it is long gone. 🙂 As for the stove, it wasn’t totally beyond redemption but a new stove seemed easier! Plus I had my eye on an upgrade. The latter was the deciding factor. 🙂 –Curt
I’ve never heard anyone say that hikers have a way of deteriorating on the trail. But after reading about your boots rubbing blisters and thinking about people rarely bathing, I may have found two more reasons never to be a hiker!!! But you say it’s fun, right?
Laughing. It’s an incredible experience. Really Rusha. And much of it can be had by hiking into the woods for four or five miles and camping on a beautiful lake or stream. The Trek was exceptionally hard given that none of us had never backpacked a hundred miles in a week. But it was a life-altering experience! –Curt
I hope you are feeling admired.
Grin. Think of all the things we’d miss in life if we knew what we were getting into. 🙂
surely the water en-route was not inviting
Very funny Curt! Thanks for making me laugh! 🙂
Laughing is good! 🙂