Wednesday, September 01, 2010
(Reflection of Ed Cazch grabbing his rain jacket as the rain begins while packrafting on the Kashwitna
Today is the first day of September. I am back in Lake Tahoe and the air is cool and breezy with the definitive feel of fall on the way. I know we are not quite there on the calendar, but I love fall and I couldn’t be more excited.
It is not that I like one season more than any other, but that I love every season and everything each one has to offer. I get a new but recognizable feeling each time my environment changes. My association of time and place allows old memories to resurface and somehow lend to the notion of creating new ones just as meaningful, or perhaps more so.
This reverence for the season started about a week and a half ago while on my last packrafting trip in Alaska. A new friend and I set out to cover four mountain passes and two rivers in three days over about 66-miles of backcountry terrain. It was an ambitious undertaking but most of it was above the tree line so we figured we would give it a shot. By cautionary procedure, we packed about 4 and a half days worth of food and also decided that if something was wrong or we just didn’t have enough time to complete the plan, we could always paddle the first river all the way out to a road.
It turned out to be a pretty demanding trip and in the end, we did need one more day. With my friend’s looming work schedule and my Alaskan exit on the horizon we ended up paddling out of the first river. I can’t say we weren’t disappointed, but it was still an amazing trip.
Hiking above tree line for the majority of the endeavor (though we still had our share of bushwacking), I noticed the moss and lichen already transitioning in color. They were not in their full array of purple, yellow and red yet, but they were well on their way.
It was cool, sometimes rainy and sometimes sunny. I thought about crisp mornings and the season’s first fire in the fireplace. I thought about riding bikes through crunching leaves with my younger brother and about drinking my Mom’s famous Russian Tea. It felt like fall.
I have since left Alaska for a quick trip to Mexico to witness the wedding of one of my long-time best friends. It was a great celebration with most of my core pals from a time and life long gone. As with the changing of the seasons, old memories resurfaced and we enjoyed them as they were, knowing we would all leave to create new ones, hopefully just as meaningful.
Congratulations Ryan and Jen. May your old and new memories flow together as you embark on this new journey. I love you guys!
(Ed Cazch working his way out of one of the many valleys we crossed to get to the Kashwitna River,
(Myself and Ed Cazch taking cover under boulders during a storm.)
(Drying gear and cooking breakfast at camp before the next looming storm.)
(Mt. Jefferson at sunset. This is why I always, always, always reserve a window seat.)
(Classic travel moment. My flight landed 10 minutes after the last shuttle to South Lake Tahoe.
Closed Shuttle office behind me. Spent the night at a Casino.)
(Long-time pal Ryan Harris foregoing the Mayan ruins for some bouldering the day before his wedding.)
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