I hope this works….

If you don't experiment, you don't learn.

Storage: Gear, Type – Backpacking

I have reached saturation point. I have been backpacking for about 3 years now and have run out of floor space on which to store my gear. Problem. We have a small house and there is no room to add anything like storage space anywhere. My closets are full of guns and costumes. My hubby smokes, so the garage is right out. Our walls are crowded with bookshelves of books, CD’s and DVD’s. We have added a bookshelf in the middle of the basement family room to divide it in half so I can have a separate space for my sewing and steampunk tinkering. We have no room!

Hmmmm. you know, I rely on my camping gear when I am out in the wilderness.  I should take care of it better than throwing it on the floor, dumping it in a box or stuffing it in a bag.

Brain storm. Digitize everything! No, not the gear, silly, all our music and movies. Then I can replace their storage items with gear storage stuff. Sounds simple doesn’t it?

Step 1. Buy a Personal Cloud for our computer to store everything there.

Step 2. Buy a Roku 3 for the TV.

Step 3. Download software to rip the DVD’s to computer.

Step 4. Sit down and load everything onto the computer. I am about 3/4 of the way through the music and one week in.

Step 5. Post CD and DVD storage units on Craigslist even tho we are no-where near needing to get rid of them yet.

Step 6. Buy a cool gear storage unit from Lowes. No place to put the box….Lean it against a bookshelf.

Step 7. Wait until hubby transfers movies. Should only be a month or 2…..We have too much stuff….

Step 8. Start hauling things – ANYTHING – to the Good Will. I will make room Dammit! No answers on Craigslist..it has only been a half hour…. Start calling friends. Yay! Someone wants the CD case…..Boo! Can’t pick it up until April. But then, by April, l I might be done with all the music and it has to stay somewhere, so that is a good thing…right?

Step 9. Wait.

Step 10. I am not a patient person. When I had kids, I was very patient, but they are grown up now and apparently 20 years wasn’t enough to make it stick.

Step 11. Buy more gear.  I need a bear canister to hike in the Rocky Mountain National Park this summer.

Step 12. My REI membership dividend has arrived. I need new winter hiking boots…..

Step 13. You see how well this is going.

Step 14. Distract myself by dehydrating food for this summer.

Step 15. Promise myself that this process will be worth it. Happy gear makes a happy camper.

Step 16. VHS!!!!! I forgot about all our VHS tapes….Look for programs to change them to digital.


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Guest post from Edward J. Knight

What do you get when you drop a piano down a mineshaft?

A flat miner.



Today has been interesting. It started with me not getting up with my alarm—nothing bad, since my alarm is set rather early. I managed to get up with plenty of time to get my day started, and yet I still forgot to grab my ID on the way out. I realized this once I reached the main gate, and since I wasn’t there earlier, I didn’t have time to go home and grab it.

‘Well, crap,’ thought I.

I ended up coercing the necessary people to be able to make it to my ship. ‘Hell with it,’ thought I. ‘I don’t have to go anywhere today. I can just stay on ship until leaving time, then I’m at home where my ID is.’

At morning quarters: “You’ve got a dental appointment today.”

‘Well, crap,’ thought I.

Fortunately, the appointment was after lunch. I decided that I was going to skip food and just go home, pick up my ID, and return in time for dental. Lunch came, I rolled out, and made it to my front door before I realized I’d forgotten to grab my key.

‘Well, crap,’ thought I.

My lockpicks were on ship with my keys, so they were of no help. All my windows were locked—this I knew—except for one. My bathroom window is open, but it is sandwiched between the house and a tall fence. A tight fit, to be sure, but I figured I could make it. It was time to break into my house. I parked my bike and squeezed into the gap, shuffling sideways under jutting windowsills and over pipes. I reached the window…and it had bars over it.

‘Well, crap,’ thought I.

I quickly assessed the situation; there had to be a way to remove these bars. This was, after all, the only open window I had. Searching, I found a screw. Since I still had my uniform on, I still had my multi-tool, so I got to work undoing this screw. Once out…the bars still didn’t move.

I’m going to take a moment and describe the construction of these bars, something that I slowly discovered while trying to circumvent them. This is so you may follow along. Above and below the window are two metal supports sitting out maybe three inches. These work as rails, and the bars themselves slide on (like a sliding glass door) and are secured with screws. After popping off an endcap, I notice the sliding nature and immediately search for more screws. Finding them, I take them all out. The bars still don’t slide.

I purse my lips. Reaching up, I try to take off the endcap on the upper rail, but it won’t budge. Soon, I feel a screw—on top, right under a jutting ledge, meaning that my screwstick won’t fit up there. The endcap won’t come off, and I can’t slide the bars off.

‘Well, crap,’ thought I.

Wait! Can I pop the bars off the bottom track and swing them out? Yes!

Victory! Now, can I fit? I swing them as far as they can go, which isn’t far before they hit the fence. …yes, I can probably fit. Of course, I’m still sandwiched between the house and a fence, there are no large stones or good footholds nearby, the window opening is fairly skinny, there are no good handholds within reach on the other side, and the windowsill is at my chest, but why focus on the negative? After getting my uniform top caught and realizing that my boots are hindering me, I take them all off and throw them inside.

Now I can’t back out. Bare feet should give my a better grip on the wall, and without the blouse in my way I shouldn’t get caught on the corners of the bars. And yet…I just can’t seem to get any headway. I can’t leave—I must overcome. I must…

Off to the side of the window, too far to be used as an effective foothold, is the only thing that I consider strong enough to try my weight. I ended up grabbing that with my hand and pushing up, putting my feet on the windowsill, and—now that I had the extra height—grabbing the top of the fence. I then used the fence to shimmy myself feet-first into the window.


I felt pretty good about that—only took a half-hour. I washed my feet, grabbed my ID, enjoyed myself a moment, then headed to my appointment.

The rest of the day was par for the course.

All in all, I had fun. I mean, how often do you honestly get to test your ninja skills?

~The Horen

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“Winter” Camping

Last weekend I went on an overnight “winter gear and skills testing” hike. We were gonna learn how to start a fire in the snow and how to melt snow to use for water…apparently there is a trick to it. It was only a mile to the campground, so if there was equipment failure or we had to bail, it wouldn’t be too hard to get back to the trailhead. There were about 15 ppl that chose to come and I was the only one that had a hammock, all the rest were in t**ts. Marmot tents mainly. Little orange mounds all over the place. We had been planning this for quite a while and were watching the weather anxiously as the weekend drew closer.

I was expecting the worst and had asked about cheap winter tarps over at the Hammock Forums page on Facebook, and got a lot of advice. I ended up buying a 10×12 ripstop nylon tarp from Ace Hardware…only about $13.00 as compared to a “real” winter tarp at $139.00. I had revamped my set-up, making a topper (mini-cover to go over the top part of the hammock to help hold in warmth) and a bigger under quilt protector/gear hammock that fit below everything to help hold in warmth and served double-duty, holding my boots and such to keep them off the ground. I “camped out” on my deck to see low my gear would take me. 18 degrees! Pretty good. I bought a thing called a “Rest-stop” which allowed you to urinate without getting out of your warm set-up. (Winter nights are Looooooooooong) I had bought hand-warmers, found a great deal on some snowshoes, bought a pair of vintage wool hunting pants off of e-bay for $20.00, bought down mittens, bought sunglasses that fit over my regular glasses….you get the idea. I was READY!

The first sign of trouble came the weekend before the hike.  I had just bought the 10×12 tarp and was perusing the inter webs when the first email from the group arrived. “I’m bringing my board shorts and sun screen…weather is supposed to be 65f degrees and windy.”  What????  But…..but…..all the cold-weather gear…..noooooooo!!!!!!!

I still ended up packing it, I just left it in the car in case of an emergency. It was a beautiful day on Saturday,  The kind of weather that spoils you for Colorado forever. Blue sky, gentle breeze, great scenery…. hardly any snow…..We trekked into the campsite around 9 am and picked out our spot. The Ranger had said it was one of the best for windy conditions. It was on the brow of a ridge-ine and in a grove of pine trees. I set up my hammock with the foot end painting west into the breeze and rigged up my regular summer tarp. My two camp-mates set up their Marmot t**ts, we ate a quick lunch, I gave a few hammock tours and then as the afternoon wore on, we went for a stroll.

I had worn my lightweight long johns and a pair of fleece-lined pants as well as a wool, long-sleeved shirt.  Soon the pants were rolled up and the sleeves were pushed up. Other ppl were a little smarter than me and had removed long johns or just worn regular summer-weight hiking pants and shirts.  We had a great time, the mica in the rocks was beautiful -shining in the sun and the air was crisp and clean.

As we walked back along the trail, the wind picked up. As we cooked our dinner – the wind picked up even more. My tarp was flapping in the wind, so I removed it. It was promising to be a clear night and the topper and under quilt protector/gear hammock would help keep me warm. One of the other campers started a roaring fire in their fire-ring and soon we were all gathered around, swapping stories, telling jokes. One of the guys had an app that let him track the ISS as it passed overhead. We all trooped out into the clearing to see it. A tiny, fast-moving orange dot that flew from the moon across the star-spangled sky. Amazing.

By now the wind was pretty fierce. It wasn’t letting up at all. I checked on my hammock, it was still there, not moving much as the wind was still coming from the west. Heading for the bathroom, I was gob-smacked. The entire city of Denver was spread out below us. A golden ocean of light. It stretched from north to the south as far as I could see. Looking up I found a silver city of stars. It was something I will never forget.

Around 8, the party at the campfire started winding down, we put the campfire out with dirt and some snow we found in the clearing. One of the guys walked me back to my hammock. I climbed in and settled down, or tried to. The wind was stealing any warmth I was building up, sucking it out from between my sleeping bag and the down under quilt. I wrapped my hard-shell jacket around the foot of my sleeping bag and zipped it up. The hood fit perfectly across the footbox, It worked, but I could still feel a heat drain around the middle of me. The wind was roaring by now. Gusts shook the trees and me and my hammock. There was no gentle rocking, it was more like a violent shaking. I found my fold-up foam sit-pad and put it under me….Almost, almost it worked.

Then, of course, I had to pee. Camping wisdom says to get rid of it as soon as possible, so your body doesn’t have to work to keep it warm too. Sighing, I sit up, put boots on, walk out into the wildest wind of my life, do my business and then, an idea, and I adjust the suspension on the under quilt protector, pulling it up higher in an attempt to keep the wind out. Crawling back in, I lie down to discover that the wind is no longer stealing heat. It worked. I was warm now.

Warm and comfortable and completely unable to sleep due to the noisy wind.  It was like being in the middle of a very busy freight train yard. Hours crept by. I tried to do games on my phone, but the light made me more aware of the wind shaking my topper, blowing it in towards my face as it switched directions. Then around 2, the wind stopped….It was like a switch had been thrown. Sleep at last….then the moon rose above the trees and shone down on me and woke me up again. The topper fabric let a lot of light in. Two hours later…the wind starts up again. This time it is constant. No gusts. Just blowing steady and very noisy.

Finally dawn arrives. As soon as i can, i get out of hammock only to have a gust of wind come from the side and turn my hammock into a parachute. It flips up and things start falling out of it. Things like my sleeping bag and extra clothing…. Oh noes!  I have to pee and i have to save my gear before it blows away!  Grabbing things and stuffing them into my pack, I hope I’m getting everything.  Other ppl are beginning to crawl out of tents. It takes two ppl to tear them down, one guy loses his groundcloth. He finds it wrapped around a tree about a ¼ mile away…shredded beyond saving. The wind isn’t dying down, so we bail.  We don’t even make breakfast, we just pack up as quick as we can and head back to the cars.

We find out later that the Ranger had *really* said we had the WORST spot for windy conditions……


Adventures in the Wilderness: Part -the third

Back at the Historic buildings, Comedy Girl is having problems with her pack. She sees us leave, but doesn’t realize we weren’t heading down the trail, but off to look at the collapsed building, so when she gets her pack together, she starts off, thinking we are ahead of her and we will stop and wait for her. When we turn around and don’t see her, we think she is the one that is ahead of us and will stop and wait for us.

You must realize that we are in the valley created by Lost Creek. Lost Creek got it’s name because it disappears under lots and lots of boulders that have fallen off the mountains above it. These boulders are HUGE and are everywhere, piled up on top of each other. Some of them must be 50-60 ft tall. Where we were, you rarely have a long view of something, because a boulder is in the way. The other thing is that creeks are noisy. We were yelling, but not hearing each other, so we missed each other. We just didn’t yell soon enough, while we were close to each other.

So Comedy Girl keeps on following this trail, that while rough, did not peter out. She follows it for about an hour. She doesn’t have a good distance sense, we only needed to go about 15-20 minutes to go the quarter mile. And this is the strange part. We never found another trail, but she did. She even found a really cool campsite, complete with fire ring on this trail. She had quite the adventure, and ended up at this campsite and wisely decided to stay there. She had everything she needed, except a water filter. (I thought she had one, but it was still in the car…I had missed giving it to her when we left) She knows I have the personal beacon and figures I would use it if anything happened.

She sets up camp, hangs her hammock, makes a signal fire…does everything right, even hanging her food in a bear hang. (Unlike me, who can’t eat dinner, but goes to bed with a bag of trail mix in case I get hungry in the night….I didn’t, so put the bag in the little gear hammock that hangs under my sleeping hammock. The mice chewed through the gear hammock and the trail mix bag and ate a half quart bag of the mix, leaving only the coconut. Yes, they can smell through plastic.)

At around midnight, she decides to go to bed, putting the fire out. The moon isn’t up yet, so she can’t see the hammock in the trees and has to use her bic lighter to find the hammock….:) She had a huge 15 inch machete knife-like blade and sets it next to her shoes. She is ready for anything.

personal opinion time: I try to be a lightweight packer, Everything I bring is as light as possible. Comedy Girl brings things I think are crazy…a down pillow, a solar shower…that huge blade…. but you know? She had everything she needed and used everything she brought. I will never bug her again. After all, she is the one that carries it, not me…. end personal opinion time.

She is in her hammock and hears shouting. It is far away and getting further, so she doesn’t try to answer. After a bit, she hears the shouting again, this time closer, so she yells back. At one in the morning they find her.

They are yelling my name so she knows I must have set off the beacon and so pretends to be me until she can explain the situation. They admire her set up and comment on the knife. They ask if she wants to hike back with them and after thinking it over, she agrees, so they help her strike camp and head out into the moonlit night. One of the guys has a GPS and says they need to be 850 higher up the mountainside. So they climb straight up…in the middle of the night…almost a thousand feet. They compliment Comedy Girl on her cardiovascular strength. They reach the main trail and head back to the car.

Two hours later, another team finds me and SpiderWeb and the beacon. We decide to hike out the next morning as it is a lot safer to walk when you can see. When we reach the trailhead, we find the car and her gear, but Comedy Girl is nowhere to be seen. Not again! We shout and she answers this time…She is up on the hill picking up trash. She comes back down with a bag full of broken glass, beer cans, and a mylar balloon. Yes, Comedy Girl has class.


Wilderness Adventure: Part the second

My husband says I should subtitle this, “Ropes, ropes and more ropes.”

We get to the historical site around 3 and explore a bit, then decide to see the pump house where they tried to block the creek. It is only a quarter of a mile away.. There are lots of camping sites along the way, so we decide to look for one to camp at.

The youngest member of our group (whose trail name is now Spider Web) calls me over to look at a collapsed building on the other side of the creek and when we turn around, Comedy Girl is nowhere to be seen. We figure she will wait for us as we have been waiting for each other all along the hike, so set off down the trail. About 5 minutes later we haven’t caught up with her, so think maybe we missed her and stash the packs and head back to the buildings. Nope, she isn’t there, so we turn around and start back down the trail, thinking that we will see her soon. Nope. We find a place to camp, drop the backpacks and I think I will continue to hike down the trail, maybe we will see her. the trail peters out about 15 minutes later, so I turn around and talk to Spider Web and we go back to the buildings and head off on another trail that goes in the opposite direction of the first trail we were on, but there are spiderwebs on the trail so we figure she hadn’t gone that way and turn around again.

We meet a group of hikers coming in and ask if they had seen anyone, no they hadn’t, so we explain what is going on and bless their hearts, they offer to help. After they set up camp, (One guy has a hammock!) they join our search party. They jog! down the trail that had the spiderwebs across it, saying that is the trail to the pump house and we were the ones that had gone the wrong way. They are shouting her name every turn and bend and they get to the pump house and Comedy Girl isn’t there. They are troopers and follow the trail a little more until it ends in a beautiful campsite and a jumble of HUGE boulders. We head back. By now it is 3 hours since we have seen Comedy Girl and we are starting to get worried. The guys ask how far we had gone down the trail we thought she was on and said that it did kinda just wear itself out, so there was no need to check it again. I start to pray. I set up my hammock, hoping that she will appear as quickly as she had disappeared. Nope.

I have in my backpack a device that is called a Personal Beacon Locator. About three months ago, a hiking friend said I should have one with me at all times in the wilds. It was quite expensive, but well recommended, so I bought it. I had to register it and get a code. When activated it sends out a signal that within 5 minutes will contact a satellite which will forward the signal to a place in Florida and they will send out a local Search and Rescue Team. it needs a clear place to send the signal, so at 6:30, I climb a nearby high hill and activate the signal. And then I wait. and wait.. there is no way to tell if the signal got through, it just flashes a strobe light every few seconds. About 2 hours later, it was getting dark, so I head back to camp. I expected helicopters to come roaring up the valley, I expected guys to parachute in….nothing, there was no way to tell if it was working, except that strobe light.

SpiderWeb had done a good job of setting up camp. She tried to get me to eat something, but I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want to go to sleep, so I puttered around and prayed using Psalm 139. “Lo though I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy right hand guard me and even the night shall be light around thee.” That isn’t the correct quote, but it was what I remembered. I also remembered Daniel and the Lions Den, knowing that Comedy Girl would be safe from wild animals.

Around 10, I pack it in, only to think a few minutes later that I should hike out and get help as the beacon didn’t seem to be working. What I didn’t know at the time, was that help was on it’s way. The Alpine Search and Rescue team from Evergreen! had been contacted around 9 and had to drive 2 hours to get to the Wilderness Area before they started up the trail and surrounding areas in three groups. My husband had been contacted around 8 and he verified all the info. My other emergency contact was a Christian Science Practitioner who started praying immediately, even tho she didn’t know what the problem was. No-one knew the problem, they just knew that a beacon registered to me had been set off.

Strangely enough, I got this very strong urge to stay put, so I did. I was worried, but I wasn’t freaking out. I wondered if I should be more worried, but I knew she had her pack with her that had everything she needed. The biggest thing was the part that we just didn’t know what had happened to her. Did she fall? Was she hurt? We had called and called, but no answer, but we were also next to a very noisy creek. So I kept on praying.

Before we left I made a clear tarp out of heat-shrink window wrap, because I wanted to see the Perseid Meteor shower. When I finally was in my hammock, I laid back and was amazed at what I saw. The sky was clear and very bright; it was a full moon, so I didn’t see any stars, but it was so beautiful, I just relaxed a bit. I didn’t get much sleep at all, but I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was woken up by someone shouting my name. It was 3 in the morning and the SAR team was there! They told me that Comedy Girl had been found about 2 hours ago, she was unharmed and the team that found her was walking her out. I gave my car keys to the guys that found me so she could get into the car. I hugged one guy and was crying a bit. They are all volunteers and do this because they want to help others! They left and I was finally able to sleep. We hiked out the next morning in record time (for us) and we finally got to hear her side of the story. You will too in Part the third…

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Wilderness Adventures: Part the first.

How a 4 day camping trip turned into a 3 day, which turned into an overnighter.

Comedy Girl and I had been planning this trip for almost a year. We wanted to do a 4 day trip into the Lost Creek Wilderness Area. Start at Goose Creek and hike around the area at 6 miles a day until we were done. The dates were from the 11-15 of August.

At the end of July, Comedy Girl gets an offer to open a Comedy gig in ABQ New Mexico on the 13th and 14th of August. We confer and decide to push the start day back one day and make it into a 3 day hike. No problem, we only have to walk just a tad over 7 miles a day.

Meanwhile, I decide we need another person in our group so advertise on some local hiking meet-up groups I belong to. No one is able to hike during the week. Back to square one. I am still looking for another person and find a young lady who is an experienced hiker and she is able to get the time off. I get a hammock together for her and we are ready to go.

The 10th arrives and I pick up my two companions and we head out. About a quarter mile into the hike, the trail splits (this is a loop we are hiking) and we decide to take the more difficult route at the beginning of the trip rather than the last day. We head off down a valley that has a stream which we cross….many times. About an hour later the trail takes us up out the drainage, so we eat lunch and fill up our bottles.

As we eat, it starts to cloud up…..quickly. By the time we are done, patters of rain are falling. I do not like getting wet, It just complicates things when on the trail. Then one of our party members can’t find her rain gear. I lend her my pack cover, as I have a poncho covering my pack but it doesn’t quite fit, her sleeping bag is sticking out on both sides. I do not like this, but she urges us on. I make an executive decision and say that we will keep on going, but if it becomes more than a sprinkle, we are turning back.

It turns into a deluge about 10 minutes later. Thunder and lighting are flashing and booming and we are out of the valley and into Aspen meadows. Not a safe place to be. Clouds are lowering around us. It looks like a good old Washington State rainstorm, not the little sprinkles of Colorado.

I am not familiar with this trail and don’t know if there is good camping up ahead or not, so we turn around. I want to get back to the stream, as there is more cover. We find a big fir and spread out our largest tarp over some of the bottom branches and sit…..and wait….. an hour later, it starts to rain harder. There is nothing for it. We need to turn back and head for home, Everyone gets wetter, but we make it out in good time. As we drive back to the city, we make plans to meet up again the next day and at least try to stay one night. We run into hail and find out later that Hwy 24 was closed for a while. It was a big system, so I felt better about leaving.

The next morning we arrive at the trail head and head right at the fork. It is a pretty trail and the rock formations are fabulous. We can see Harmonica Arch and the Finger rock formations from the trail. Goose Creek is bigger than Hay Creek and there are oxbows, beaver dams and small ponds to look at. We run into at least 3 groups of ppl who are planning on doing the loop in 4 days. sigh. We make it to the historical site and turn off the main trail to visit. There was a company that tried for 22 years to dam Lost Creek..from 1891 to 1913, they poured tons and tons of concrete into the creek, but never succeeded. The creek always found ways to go around the concrete. We decide to hike the quarter mile down to the Pump house where all the action took place.

Part the Second continues the saga. I am falling asleep right now, so see you later.


Spring Challenge

I have a friend who lives in the Carolinas, in an honest to goodness antebellum house.  I have never visited, but would love to see what she and her hubby have done.  We knew them back when we were all in the Air Farce, stationed in the UK. They were the consummate antique hunters. They had some amazingly beautiful furniture. We still have the piece they found for us.  It is a coffer….like a giant foot locker on legs, that they used to store clothes in.  It is carved on top and all around the sides and is made of Bog Oak, so is very dark.  If I remember correctly, it is about 300 years old.  It sits under the main window in our house and I have put a piece of glass on top and all my plants are on it.  I love that piece.  It has a lot of memories.

Anyway, She also has a blog and she is doing a Spring Challenge.  You can read her post and see her pictures here, but this is what she says:
The Challenge
Everyplace has it’s own unique sign that Spring has finally arrived.
I will show you three pictures for examples.
I want you to post a picture, a paragraph, or even a poem, describing your idea of the ultimate sign of spring on your own blog. Then leave a comment on this post with a link to yours.

So that is what I am going to do.  Keep in mind that the three pictures I am going to post were all taken on the same day.

These fall off our Silver Maple every spring.  I think they protect the leaf buds.

These fall off our Silver Maple every spring. I think they protect the leaf buds.

This was taken in the morning.

Is it starting to snow?

Is it starting to snow?

This was taken a couple of hours later.

Yes, yes it is.

Yes, yes it is.

This was taken around 2 in the afternoon.

These are the two signs at my house that Spring has arrived. Those bud protectors falling off the Silver maple and snow.

I love living in the Rockies……:)



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Sleepy Swing Hammocks…

Hammocks, hammocks, hammocks!

With the help of the friendly folk on Hammock Forums, I found out about DIY hammocks! You mean I can make my own? Why yes, yes you can.  Woot!

My first was a lovely dusty lavender 9 footer.  Hey, I had the fabric in my stash for years and there was enough of it so that there were no seams to worry about rubbing or ripping out. Then I discovered a site that sells beautiful crinkle taffeta tablecloths that were strong enough to use as hammocks.

Ain't it purdy?

Ain’t it purdy?

Then, I decided i needed to learn how to splice rope, then I decided I needed to redo all the rope on my tarp, then I decided I needed to learn some new knots…can you say Double fisherman’s Bend? Then I decided I needed a way to make my backyard hanging spot better, so the wind didn’t blow up my back, and I found a plan to make a light-weight, portable hammock stand. (Thanks to TurtleLady and OldDog) By then it was winter, so I moved inside. By now I was up to my fourth hammock.

and no, I did not watch TV in my hammock….

and no, I did not watch TV in my hammock….

Then, I convinced the maintenance man at work to drill some holes the the walls of my little  stay-over room and took out my bed and hung my hammock there.  Can you sense a trend going on?

I invited the Schwans man inside  my house (to get out of the cold) and he saw my hammock stand setup in the basement, but thought he was too heavy to try it out.  I convinced him otherwise and when he got in he wanted a hammock, so I made one for him.

notice the big smile on his face

notice the big smile on his face

I made a kid’s hammock, complete with stand for a birthday prezzie for a 2 year old.  He was too young for it, but everyone else loved it.  It was a three year old at the party that came up with the name “Sleepy Swing”

With the help of a dear friend, I thought I might go into business…maybe even write a how-to e-book.

I  made a bunch of hammocks for various people, even one for a charity event.  I was kinda obsessed.  Really? Ya think?

It  is probably best  for all concerned that I didn’t post here while all this was going on.  You would have gotten rather tired of the subject and might have wished me to move on.  You might have sent me an e-mail invite to join “Moveon.com”. You might have checked in every few weeks and thought, “She is still going on about hammocks….. She needs a new hobby.”

Well, that is they way I seem to roll.  I get slightly obsessed about something and kinda over-do it for a while.  Barefoot running, hammocks, writing poetry, riding motorcycles, making biscotti,….. Sometimes the obsession lasts years, other times it burns itself out after a few months. I like to learn new things. I like to try stuff out.  I still want to ride in a hot air balloon, but I’ve been told it is an expensive hobby.  I would need to invent a popular and useful something or have married a richer man in order to pursue it….and I know I wouldn’t be satisfied with just one ride.  I would want to own one…maybe learn how to make the basket and the burner……so yes….

Yes, this is my dirty secret.  I like to learn. I like to explore. I like to push the boundaries of my life outward and upward and I am glad I finally have the opportunity to do it…..as long as it doesn’t cost toooooooo much….cuz that would mean I would have to wait until I made enough money to buy it.  I do not like to wait. at. all.


PS. I will still make you a hammock if you want one.  17 vibrant colors to choose from!

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Travels of a Tripmuch, part 2

I love the Lost Creek Wilderness Area.  It is an anomaly in the Rockies.  Instead of high ridges and upthrust mountains, it is almost pastoral.  Almost.  The mountains in the area are mostly rounded off and have these strange and wonderful rock formations all over the place.  A novel (“Black Mountain” by Robert Leisure) describes the area better than I can.

“Jim, I took only a quart of whiskey to help out my breakfast coffee, but I saw whales, teakettles, cowled monks, ships and sheep, frogs, dragons, Indians, colonial squires, kings, clowns, and goblins. It seemed like a city in the sky, its ornaments both noble and grotesque, a strange, secret place where silence in those tortuous corridors and rubbled granite avenues is broken only by the monotone of a crazy river.  I call the river “crazy” because it seems to hate the sunlight.  It forms 9 separate box canyons and flows as often under the ground as above.”

Yep.  That is what it is like.  Only better.

We were only a couple of miles into the place and already had seen two formations we wanted to explore.  The next day, we decided to cross the creek and find our way up the mountainside.  Bear Boy decided to stay in camp and make up for lost sleep (darn rock), while we wandered. After crossing the creek, we followed the trail beside it for a ways, then struck off uphill. I am glad to have observant friends.  They saw the little cairns of rocks leading the way long before I did.  The ‘trail’ went straight up the mountain, and I do mean straight up.  No switchbacks, nothing, just up and up and up, scrambling over boulders and shimmying under fallen trees.


A break on the way up to the rock formations, Harmony Arch and Finger Rock.

As we progressed up the mountain, we could see the bare granite that these formations were sitting on to our right.  I was wondering how we would get to them. It turned out the track led us up and above the formations.  We came out of the trees and wondered across the lichen-streaked granite looking for them.


We had to go up some more before we could go down.  It was an amazing place.  Water had carved shallow channels in the granite and green and grey lichen covered everything.  Trees grew in stunted forms in cracks where dirt had accumulated and boulders just sat there and made the water go around them.


We did make it to the formations.  We stopped and ate a bit and yelled to see if there were echoes and we could see our campsite along the creek far below us. I found out after that we had hiked almost a thousand feet straight up. It took us about 4 or 5 hours total, up and back down.  We are not power hikers…..lol


This is the largest Arch in Colorado.

This is the largest Arch in Colorado.

Back down again, sliding, slipping and testing footing we made it.  What a lovely experience.  We saw some hummingbirds, and picked some wild rose hips to dry for later.  Made for some lovely tea this last winter.  Brought back good memories.

I want to go again.  There is a trail that goes all the way around the outside edge of  the wilderness area and it supposedly takes 4 days to do it if you are not in too big of a hurry.  That is my goal this summer. Hopefully we can all get the same days off work and go for it!


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Travels of a Tripmuch….part one

Don’t ask how I got that nickname.

Last September, a week before the floods that devastated part of Colorado, I went back-packing with three other friends. The main purpose of the hike was to test the Hammock out in a real-life situation, rather than the back-yard simulations I had been engaging in.  We went to the Lost Creek Wilderness Area and started on the Goose Creek trail. I should let you know that I hadn’t been seriously back-packing for at least 10 years.

My equipment consisted of an ancient, external-frame backpack (Alpinelight) that was bought in the 70’s, a brand-new Jetboil cookstove, an old Polarguard 3D Sierra Designs sleeping bag, the ENO doublenest hammock and a Profly tarp that I wanted to test out, and clothes and food.  Food that I had dehydrated myself and was yummy. (That is another post) (If you are interested). The pack weighed 30ish pounds.  I weigh 120. It was heavy. I also had a new pair of trekking poles that I had bought in the kids section because they were cheaper….Kids have trekking poles nowadays?  Who knew.

One companion does Wilderness Therapy stuff with troubled teens in the Rockies. She had all her gear with her in a beat-up backpack that must have weighed 40 or 50 pounds. It sounded extremely heavy when she dumped it on the ground.  She wore sandals…..Sandals!!!!!  Whatever happened to good, strong, tough hiking boots?

One companion was loaded for bear.  Seriously.  He had the bear can (for food), the bear spray, the holster for the bear spray and a gun. He had on sensible hiking boots and his gear probably weighed in at 50-60 pounds, even after he left his tent at the car because everyone decided to sleep under a tarp that Wilderness Girl had. He had a camera that he forgot to use for the most part, but he did take a vid of us putting up the Bear hang…..lol.  What a bunch of fashionista’s we were.

The last companion is an artist, a comedian, rides her bicycle everywhere, and like me, hadn’t been back-packing in decades.  She had a conglomeration of borrowed stuff that actually was pretty efficient and lightweight.  It just looked awkward and unwieldy. She was also the only one that remembered to bring and actually use her camera.

Got to the trailhead after only getting lost once (thanks Ms. Construction Lady for the correct directions). We started hiking.  The first part of the hike was/is through the burnt remains of the Hayman Fire.  New growth aplenty, just not a lot of trees tall enough to shade the trail, so it was hot going at first. We stopped for lunch (vacuum-packed salmon mixed with shelf-stable mayo spread over a tortilla and sprinkled with dried fruit and nuts and rolled up.) at the creek and then continued on, following the creek until we found this really nice camping spot between the trail and the creek.  We set up camp.

Through the Hayman Fire burn area.

Through the Hayman Fire burn area.

My hammock and tarp were slung nicely between two old pines and over some wild roses and juniper-like prickly bushes.  The others cleared out an area of pine cones and rocks and threw down a ground cloth and put up the tarp.  Everything was nicely hidden from the trail.  Bear Boy stayed at camp, while the three ladies explored the area some more. Dinner was cooked and enjoyed, multitudes of stars came out, we stayed up late talking. Aaaaaaah.


Over the rose-bushes and under the pines...

Over the rose-bushes and under the pines…

Goose Creek before it turns into Lost Creek.

Goose Creek before it turns into Lost Creek.

The next morning after brekkies, the ground dwellers wanted to try the hammock.  Even tho they had removed any rock they found, there was still one under Bear Boy. Comedy Girl’s self-inflating air mattress hadn’t self-inflated, so she spent the night rather cold and was grateful for Bear Boy’s warmth next to her.  I was proud to show off my hammock.  (They all have hammocks now….).

Anyway, that is part the first.  Join us again for the rest of the trip as we climb straight up the mountain to some cool rock formations named “Harmony Arch” and “The Finger”…..