Caren Ware's Blog

July 29, 2013

Running into people

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I used Alaska basin as a base camp and took off over the passes.  There was a fun smattering of people out there…groups packing from Tennessee, Arkansas, Ohio, Georgia.  Think of the beauty of the heights…and the challenge of the altitude.  And then there were the ultras…ultra packers and ultra runners that were running the ran in a DAY!  I cannot be more thankful than being fit enough to do this and thrilled enough to love the outdoors.  I enjoyed the solo moments, but I enjoyed running into people.IMG_2791 IMG_2815 IMG_2816 IMG_2822 IMG_2825 IMG_2827

Glowing embers

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 12:01 am

I took a long time watching a moose.  I made it a game to take a picture of every different flower I could find.  I enjoyed the unseasonably warm afternoon.  I stopped near 6pm at the most quaint river and waterfall and washed the dust and sweat off, fired up the jet boil and enjoyed soup and foiled chicken.  I packed higher to near the tree line and found, prior to the sun setting a great spot to make a camp.  Someone had built a ring on an slab of granite for a fire pit.  I was not in the park boundaries, but still not sure if a campfire was within the rules, but the camp was perfect.  it had a table height flat rock that made for a table and a view of the setting sun on the Idaho side of the mountain and the full moon cresting on the other. It was picture perfect.  I had my tent up and a hot cup of mint flavored coffee when I was treated to an array of intense sunset colors.  Yummmm.

This is good my sole got to say.  That’s when the scream of a women being stabbed came from the ravine below.  You know that saying that your blood runs cold.  This is a sound that makes your blood run cold.  I had heard it one other time when I had been in the nestled comfort of a cabin and it still made my blood run cold.  It is the call of a cougar…a mountain lion.  What was HE doing near my near perfect camp.  He sounded about 45 minutes later above me.  The legality of the fire pit lost its issue as I gathered dead branches and kindled a safe and gentle one to keep me company and discourage the lurking critter  from wanting to enter my camp.  IMG_2686 IMG_2703 IMG_2707 IMG_2715 IMG_2723 IMG_2742 IMG_2756 IMG_2760  IMG_2766 IMG_2767

July 28, 2013

Picture THIS

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 11:32 pm

Flow back into this blog and see that I packed solo in this wilderness region almost a year ago.  Some outdoor woman I was.  I trekked right into grizzly territory right at night fall.  I had hoped to hike to above the tree line, but got a late start and had tried an over ambitious amount of elevation gain.  I had to camp at the top of a narrow canyon after stepping over fresh bear scat and witnessing claw marks on all the trees for that past mile.  Every crack and pop on that no moon night cracked and popped my nerves.  I caved and climbed a rock face  I knew I would only  be able to down climb in the morning light.  And there I sat, perked all night, with my headlamp pointed down at my tent in wait of the pending bear.  It never came, nor did any sleep.  At the first rays of dawn I curled up my camp and packed out.  After days of being out and only a half mile from the trailhead I had a run in with a young bear.  He was scrounging for berries in an avalanche shoot below the trail and bounded in three fast leaps up to the trail to face off with me.  My reaction, who could ever explain why, was not to reach for the bear spray on my hip, but to grab the waterproof map in my back pocket and flail it out.  I shook it like a brave matador would and that petrified young thing spun on its haunches and tore the bushes down trying to get away from me.  Go figure.  But he was not a grizzly.

Now here I was headed up Teton Canyon toward Alaska basin at the same late time of day.  I think I set myself up for it to be this way.  Then there is no one on the trail and the animals are out. I had the trail and time and space to myself.

This was my test.  How far had I fared in this year on my own? I did take instant notice…for one thing at least I was prepared.  I had self-sufficient equipment with my light weight everything:  Osprey pack, Big Agnes tent, ground cloth, Jet boil stove, Petzl headlamp, down jacket, gortex rain shell, bug repellent, sun screen, good footwear and good food, and …confident courage.  And I was undaunted if I had to travel into nightfall.  And I was not in a hurry. These were very noticeable changes.  I was not harried or hurried. .5 1 2 3 4 5 6 7.5 7 8.5 8 9 10 11 12 13 14.5 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

The flowers were out.  A better garden hand planted by God that anything we could ever do.  And I had already seen a moose.  And I was thoroughly and simply enjoying each step. One step at a time.

July 13, 2013

Spinning my wheels

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 12:18 am

Mud Bud and I are back on the attack of finding and riding trails.  I respect the rocks, the steep descents, and the fact that I can at any moment go over the handle bars. Rolling down the hill attached to the pedals would have the equivalent effect as rolling down a hill with an anvil.  So when one of the other riders had a brake cable break and I took it upon myself to ride that crippled bike down, I respected the fact that I would not be able to stop.  I would get up momentum and than dart the bike uphill to stop.  That worked until I hit the man-made berms at the bottom of the mountain.  I didn’t maneuver the second to the last turn and biffed it.  Luckily, I was fully armored with shin and elbow guards and still took a chuck out of my shoulder and elbow.  Well, my son came to Jackson on a long-awaited chance to mountain bike and more than biffed it.  He pulled apart his shoulder and we are awaiting the surgery that has to accompany that misfortune of a fall. I will keep you posted. But you have to agreed, the views are breathtaking.jack26 jack21 jack20 jack17 jack13 jack6 jack16

July 12, 2013

Horsing AROUND

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 11:30 pm

Can’t think of a more American Way to spend the 4th of JULY.IMG_2665  Jackson Hole Rodeos are bedrock.IMG_2660 IMG_2657 IMG_2652 IMG_2645 IMG_2642 IMG_2638 IMG_2637 IMG_2632 IMG_2631 IMG_2627 IMG_2625 IMG_2624 IMG_2622 IMG_2619 IMG_2617 IMG_2616 IMG_2615 IMG_2613 IMG_2611 IMG_2610 IMG_2609 IMG_2608 IMG_2607 IMG_2606 IMG_2605

RUN, BIKE, CLIMB, FLY AWAY. Mountain athletes at the OUTER LOCAL GAMES

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 11:00 pm

I timed the ultimate mountain athlete event.  ITZABOUTTIME.  The OUTER LOCAL SUMMER GAMES is a run. Not any ole run, a trail run to the top of SNOW KING ski resort in Jackson, Wyoming.  And then a bike.  Not any ole bike.  A mountain bike to the top of SNOW KING ski resort…and not just one lap to the top, but TWO!  And than a climb.  Not any ole climb.  20 routes with scored moves of difficulty plus penalties for falls. And than, if that is not enough, the OUTER LOCAL SUMMER GAMES has yet another leg. Athletes pack packs to the top of SNOW KING,uncoil them and paraglide to a bulls eye on the other side of town.  The Athletes, than roll everything back into the pack and run back to the finish line at the base of the SNOW KING RESORT.  IMG_2570 IMG_2569 IMG_2566 IMG_2564 IMG_2561 IMG_2559 IMG_2555 IMG_2553 IMG_2551 IMG_2550 IMG_2548

How do you describe the OUTERLOCAL SUMMER GAMES?  I can’t.  So I will tell you about it in pictures. This is the ultimate in adventure race timing…the ultimate in mountain athlete events…and they do it with finesse, poise, composure.  With …Glee! Not intensity, but intently about being pure  rugged and outdoorsy.  Running…up a mountain. Biking…up a mountain.  Climbing…all over hard bouldering moves…luffing a 50 to 70 lb pack…up a mountain.  And than jumping off and paragliding down…wrapping up your chutes, and packing (running it) back to town and to the finish.  That is the Outerlocal Games. It took a burly bear of a timing company like ME to time it!  Drawn to it.  Went looking for it. It’s enjoyable just watching them enjoy it…and than the town had a party for them.  And than some of the para gliders, suited up, geared up, put in extra stoves and survival gear, a gps, and navigator device, and jumped off in the pursuit of the longest recorded glide…all have no idea where they will finally end up and know that they may have to survive and pack out from all kinds of unknown points in the Wind River Range and beyond. Burly.  IMG_2466 IMG_2471 IMG_2474 IMG_2475 IMG_2476 IMG_2477 IMG_2484 IMG_2493 IMG_2502 IMG_2503 IMG_2504 IMG_2509 IMG_2513 IMG_2520 IMG_2524 IMG_2525 IMG_2526 IMG_2533 IMG_2535

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