sunsignarcher
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Heading out to The Winds in WY at the end of Aug. w/my boys to backpack/fly fish the high country. I've got a 7n/8d 31mi. loop planned. To get ready we've been running and hiking w/weighted packs and this past weekend was our trial run.
I had been planning to hike to a remote pond in the daks for awhile and was set on the 5 five ponds wilderness area or a pond near the ausable that looked like a good hike.
This months issue of eastern fly fishing just happen to have a write up on the exact types of ponds I was looking at, their focus was on the Siamese ponds wilderness area. At 6.5 miles it was right where I wanted to be for distance and almost an hour closer to home so I said what the hell and changed up last minute.
I drove through the night Fri w/a 1hr power nap on the way. That got us at the trailhead at 7:30. I got two groggy kids geared up w/there 25 lbs packs and me carrying 35. Marked the car and headed out.
The first 4.? mi to a lean to we were going to break and eat breakfast at went pretty smooth. Saw some cool fauna, many amphibians along the trail w/greatly varied and wild colorations and scoped the east branch of the sacandaga. The water LOOKED awesome but it's shallow, warm and nearly fish less. Real shame, it looked very much like a mini ausable loaded with pocket after pocket.
After our peanut butter bagel breakfast we geared back up and headed down the trail....unfortunately it wasn't the trail we were supposed to be on. 4 mi. later we bump into a ranger on patrol who informed us that we needed to go back to the lean to and use a different trail to Siamese. He told us the signs directing one to Siamese kept getting stolen so the state stopped replacing them. Worst part was I had all the info I needed on my gps but I just assumed we were headed the right way. Oh well, the point of this trip was to continue/test our training and do some gear testing and we were certainly about to do just that.
The return trip to the lean to really brought to light just how hot and oppressively humid it was under that canopy. I set the pace as quick as I thought the boys can handle (and I could handle) in hopes of making up some time but more to keep ahead of the god£¥+%! Muthr£?}!in mosquitos! Bastards. I hate every single one a those sons a bitches. DEET DEET DEET. MORE DEET.
We made it back to the lean to and none to soon. The boys were hangin tough but a full on psychological collapse was just barely averted. When the lean to finally came into sight I thought I saw tears wellin up in their eyes...or maybe that was just the water in mine.
My plan for day 1 in the winds was to cover 10 mi. I wasn't sure if that was doable and the boys were definitely intimidated by that number. After we rested a bit in the lean to I threw some numbers at them and let them total up just how many miles we ate up. When they realized we were most likely well over 10 for the day already and it was only 1:30 they were stoked. Not only was 10mi in Wyo on day one doable it was gonna be "easy", they said.
With renewed vigor we set out to gobble up the last 2.6 to Siamese.
2.6 MY ASS!! Maybe 2.6 till your in proximity of the lake but the trail wrapped around that Siamese ocean till INFINITY!! AND IT WAS STRAIGHT THE FUCK UP THE WHOLE WAY!!!! CHRIST!!!!!!!
I died twice on that trail.
To say we were relieved to see water and find the camp site is the understatement of my life. My oldest set his pack down laid across a felled tree near the fire ring and went instantly to sleep. At first I thought he musta died it happened so fast but he was definitely breathing so I let him be. My little one is like me though we had to check out the water first thing....
To be cont.
I had been planning to hike to a remote pond in the daks for awhile and was set on the 5 five ponds wilderness area or a pond near the ausable that looked like a good hike.
This months issue of eastern fly fishing just happen to have a write up on the exact types of ponds I was looking at, their focus was on the Siamese ponds wilderness area. At 6.5 miles it was right where I wanted to be for distance and almost an hour closer to home so I said what the hell and changed up last minute.
I drove through the night Fri w/a 1hr power nap on the way. That got us at the trailhead at 7:30. I got two groggy kids geared up w/there 25 lbs packs and me carrying 35. Marked the car and headed out.
The first 4.? mi to a lean to we were going to break and eat breakfast at went pretty smooth. Saw some cool fauna, many amphibians along the trail w/greatly varied and wild colorations and scoped the east branch of the sacandaga. The water LOOKED awesome but it's shallow, warm and nearly fish less. Real shame, it looked very much like a mini ausable loaded with pocket after pocket.
After our peanut butter bagel breakfast we geared back up and headed down the trail....unfortunately it wasn't the trail we were supposed to be on. 4 mi. later we bump into a ranger on patrol who informed us that we needed to go back to the lean to and use a different trail to Siamese. He told us the signs directing one to Siamese kept getting stolen so the state stopped replacing them. Worst part was I had all the info I needed on my gps but I just assumed we were headed the right way. Oh well, the point of this trip was to continue/test our training and do some gear testing and we were certainly about to do just that.
The return trip to the lean to really brought to light just how hot and oppressively humid it was under that canopy. I set the pace as quick as I thought the boys can handle (and I could handle) in hopes of making up some time but more to keep ahead of the god£¥+%! Muthr£?}!in mosquitos! Bastards. I hate every single one a those sons a bitches. DEET DEET DEET. MORE DEET.
We made it back to the lean to and none to soon. The boys were hangin tough but a full on psychological collapse was just barely averted. When the lean to finally came into sight I thought I saw tears wellin up in their eyes...or maybe that was just the water in mine.
My plan for day 1 in the winds was to cover 10 mi. I wasn't sure if that was doable and the boys were definitely intimidated by that number. After we rested a bit in the lean to I threw some numbers at them and let them total up just how many miles we ate up. When they realized we were most likely well over 10 for the day already and it was only 1:30 they were stoked. Not only was 10mi in Wyo on day one doable it was gonna be "easy", they said.
With renewed vigor we set out to gobble up the last 2.6 to Siamese.
2.6 MY ASS!! Maybe 2.6 till your in proximity of the lake but the trail wrapped around that Siamese ocean till INFINITY!! AND IT WAS STRAIGHT THE FUCK UP THE WHOLE WAY!!!! CHRIST!!!!!!!
I died twice on that trail.
To say we were relieved to see water and find the camp site is the understatement of my life. My oldest set his pack down laid across a felled tree near the fire ring and went instantly to sleep. At first I thought he musta died it happened so fast but he was definitely breathing so I let him be. My little one is like me though we had to check out the water first thing....
To be cont.