First backpacking trip of 2012 season

June 12, 2012

Saturday, May 26, to Sunday, May 27, 2012

Looking east toward Red Deer Lake in the Indian Peaks Wilderness

My buddy Ian joined me for a fly fishing backpacking trip to Red Deer Lake in the Indian Peaks Wilderness to kick off my 2012 backpacking season. We were rewarded with perfect weather and pleasant temperatures.

Snowpack surrounds the sign post at the junction of the Buchannan Pass Trail and the spur to the lake.

Several feet of snow remained on the northeast-facing half-mile trail up to the lake.

At the junction of the Buchanan Pass Trail and the half-mile spur that goes west and steeply up to the lake, we found the trail was buried deeply under snow. We followed a bearing of 300 degrees and post-holed our way up to the lake. We camped on the saddle on the north side of the lake which was free of snow.

We didn’t get a nibble from the trout, but we did see a few fish rising and even a couple jumping despite what I thought must be early season torpor among the rest of the fish.

Ian brought along his new MSR Pocket Rocket, and that stove made meal prep a much more routine process than some of our past backcountry dinners. I’m sure we’ll miss his Snow Peak stove — the fondly named, but now-retired “Fireball.”

It was a short and sweet start to the season.

Looking west at a snow-covered ascent

Ian trudges up the last rise before Red Deer Lake. The lake is just beyond the crest of the rise.

Destination: Red Deer Lake, Indian Peaks Wilderness, southwest of Allenspark, Colorado

Distance hiked: about 12 miles round-trip. We hiked the Buchanan Pass Trail going in (6.7 miles) from the trailhead west of Camp Dick (rather than the trailhead at the terminus of the 4WD road), but we short-cut parts of that trail coming back out. We traveled off-trail coming back down from the lake because the north-facing trail was lost under snow sometimes four or five feet thick.

Elevation: We started at about 9,400 feet. We slept at about 10,500 feet.

Weather: sunny and clear, some strong wind gusts. The forecasts for the nearby towns (at lower elevations) were calling for gusts up to 36 mph and lows in the 30s. I don’t know the Beaufort scale that well, but I think we encountered gusts greater than 40 mph at our elevation. When I was packing for the trip I predicted a a low of 29 degrees F, based on elevation. I was a bit off.

Temperatures: low to mid 60s during the afternoon; low of 24 degrees F at about 4:00 in the morning according to my Casio Pathfinder

Pack Weight: about 19 pounds, including consumables. I carried 2 liters of water each way. On the way in, I drained my Camelbak completely. On the way out, I barely touched the water. I was definitely feeling the elevation on the way in.

My spreadsheet detailing equipment list and weights is available as a PDF on on Google docs here. (I bought a postal scale this past winter and started making spreadsheets to get serious about lowering my pack weight.)

Notes: I did a decent job estimating the overnight low temperature, but I did not anticipate how forceful the wind gusts would be. Saturday night I had an attitude-induced headache. I wish I had gone ahead and taken some ibuprofen because the headache lasted most of the night despite my drinking lots of liquids.


The snowpack on the southwestern end of the lake was “calving” into the lake throughout the night. It looked different in the morning.

Big Agnes Fly Creek UL2

I had just bought the Big Agnes Fly Creek UL2. It was lightweight at about 2 pounds with just the rainfly, pole and ground cloth. But it did not do well in the wind, even with all 13 guylines/tiedowns in place. It did not accommodate two six-foot-tall men very well. If there had been condensation, I think the footboxes of our down sleeping bags would have been wet from contact.

Ian fishes Red Deer Lake with little success for catching trout. But the views were still worthwhile.

I took this and the other panoramas with my Samsung Galaxy Nexus phone. I really like the camera’s panorama mode.


Bicycle Resurrection Part I

January 20, 2007

Sanding BeginsFor forty dollars, I bought an old Centurion road bike for my brother for Christmas. I thought it would be a fun brother-to-brother project, wherein we could refurbish the bike together while I taught him about the basics of bicycle mechanics, the satisfaction of using hand tools and how to appreciate classic rock.

Boy, was I wrong.

My brother cleans components as I finish taping the seat tube.I should have just bought him the new Ok Go album and left my holiday aspirations at the thought of some brotherly gift reception like: “Cool… I like this band. Thanks, Joe.”

Instead I’ve been nagging my brother for a month to come over to my house and work on the bike. In retrospect, I should have considered that spending three or four Saturday afternoons with the greasy innards of a ragged-out old bicycle probably would not be the most appealing way for an angst-ridden eighteen-year-old to spend his weekends.

Cleaning the old Centurion before

But, finally, he ostensibly had nothing better to do and agreed to come over this past Saturday.

We spent the day dismantling the bike, cleaning the components and prepping the frame for a new paint job with a thorough sanding.

Although the bike did have a classically “rad” paint job from the late 1980s (complete with squiggly lines of hot pink and fluorescent green), I decided to sand the bike down to its steel underbelly.

Sanding Continues

Ultimately, I want to paint it only with clear coat. With the imperfections and welds of the steel frame showing through the clear coat, the bike should come out looking pretty tough and utilitarian – as befits a forty-dollar road warrior.

After a couple hours wrenching, I couldn’t help noticing my brother’s characteristic teenage sarcasm slipping away. In my own mind, I was conscious of a certain amount of pride in being the older brother with the knowledge of what to do and in the possession of the right tool to do it. (Of course, having the right tool was largely due to Christmas money from Dad from the year previous and the extensive Craftsman wrench set I had bought with that money.)

Yes, more sanding…On the classic rock front, he’s not yet into the Rolling Stones or Hendrix, but I got him to start working his way back through the decades. Now he’s borrowing some of my 1990s cds, including Pearl Jam’s Ten, the self-titled 311 album and the obligatory Nirvana albums.

It’s difficult to realize, but the kid was only three when Nevermind hit.

Next time will be dedicated to the bottom bracket, The Police and The Clash.