Fall Backpacking in the Porcupine Mountains, 2012

Fall colors at the Government Peak Trailhead along M-107 where we started hiking on Saturday.

“I have a backpacking hangover and it’s pretty awesome” was my Facebook status yesterday morning, and that’s exactly how I felt! I had puffy eyes, was tired and my skin hurt – probably a little dehydration mixed in with forcing my body into acclimating to colder weather a little too quickly. It was freaking out. But what better way to get used to the colder temps of late fall and early winter than to dive into the beautiful woods of Upper Michigan and sleep in it... hike in it... eat, pray and laugh in it...?

This year’s annual Fall Porkies Backpacking Trip was another good one. Each time I go on a backpacking trip it is different from the last – each trip turns out amazing in its own unique and sometimes unexpected way and I’m unable to compare it to any other. The reason I even mention this is because when I get home from the latest excursion and start writing out my blog, I feel tempted to say “this was the best trip ever.” But I can’t do that every time or it would totally lose its meaning. Each adventure is just as awesome as every other one, but in its own way.

The crew at Trap Falls (from L-R): Tim, Jen, Caitlin, Matt, Rachel, Robin, Ross, Jason, Brian, Jan, Graham, Nancy, Jenna & Darwin, Randall, Patty, Keith

We originally set this trip for a maximum of 12 backpackers because that is what the group limit is on the backcountry permits in the Porcupine Mountains Wilderness Area. The trip filled up so fast, Rachel and I decided to take advantage of our co-organizing and open the trip up for more people. We changed the max to 20 people, and we’d just purchase two backcountry permits, each with a group of 10. It was stretching the rules a little bit, but it’s exciting to see so many people interested and it’s really hard to turn anyone away. We had a few people that had to drop for one reason or another last-minute, and we had a couple people add on, too. Our final attendance was 16. That’s a pretty big group, and the incredible thing with this large group is that all of us had great backcountry chemistry - meaning we all got along great - and from comments I received and smiles on faces, I think everybody had a really awesome time.

One of the biggest highlights of the trip, which is the whole reason we planned this trip this time of year was the fall colors. They were AMAZING. We got there a little after the reds fell from the big maple trees, but we got some super-vibrant golds and oranges that were still strongly hanging on. The forest was literally lit up with a golden hue in many places, lighting up the trail like a naturally golden-lit tunnel. Leaves were also scattered all along the forest floor, still just as vibrant as they were when hanging for their last minutes on the branches above. Being completely surrounded by the bright colors made for some seriously jaw-dropping hiking. And it never got old. Each corner or hill brought a new scene, and we all “oohed” and “aahed” as we wound through the forest. 

Feeling rich in a forest of gold.

We got some challenging weather on this trip, too. It was colder than normal for this time of year, or at least it seemed that way. But for a beginner trip, we all did great dealing with that challenge. We hit some pretty crazy snow on the drive up that made us feel like we were traveling in a galaxy far, far away. It was on and off for most of Friday night and Saturday morning, and with a forecast of cold daytime temps, below-freezing nighttime temps and a “100% chance of snow,” we were all prepared for some nasty weather. But guess what? The weather decided to not be quite as dramatic. I think the weather said, “Hey, just for you hikers down there, I’m gonna give you a little of this: BOOM! SUNSHINE!” The sun peeked out for us every once in a while and really warmed us up and lit up the woods’ vibrancy even more – and on Sunday, we had mostly blue skies, with an almost electric fall breeze. This made for the perfect combination, allowing us to witness leaves being softly wiggled from the branches and flutter down to the ground. After this trip I feel like we’ve truly entered cold-weather hiking season, and now I’m mentally ready.

Welcome sunshine with a forecast that called for a 100% chance of snow!

 On the last day we hiked through some amazing pine forests with giant trees towering overhead, and a soft, windy trail until we reached more deciduous forest where we began the climb back up to the Lake of the Clouds overlook where our cars were parked. We were rewarded for that climb back up to the escarpment with some stunted maples still donning their gorgeous, deep-reds. Those reds were mixed in with the strong oranges and yellows – and when you added in the green from the pines and other shrubs along the rocky cliff, we were all finishing our walk through a rainbow of foliage. It was shockingly beautiful.

Colors along the Big Carp River Trail with Lake of the Clouds in the distance.

Another highlight from this trip was, as I mentioned earlier, our group chemistry. We had a larger group of 16 people (and one awesome dog), and we all got along great! We had a variety of experience levels, but everyone was supportive of the others, and we were all still able to hike at what pace we wanted and enjoy our day. I really enjoyed the mix of current friends and new friends. I love meeting people on the trail and find it’s the best way to really get to know people. I laugh because if these people stick with me on a 2-day backpacking trip and can put up with my poop-humor, then I’ve found friends that I’m sure I’ll see again! It’s all in fun, and everyone had a really good sense of humor. I’m just always happy that people don’t run from me when I get on a roll with the potty humor. I figure, ‘hey – we all poo in the woods, why not crack some jokes about it?’

To add onto the highlight of having such a great group, I had the extra bonus of my parents hiking with us. My mom and dad are super fun, and have become really great friends with a lot of my backpacking friends, too. I love to hear my closest friends complimenting me on what awesome folks I have! I tend to agree – and I really enjoy sharing their awesomeness with others, so I usually nudge them to come along on some of these trips, although I don’t have to try too hard... they really enjoy it, too. I felt blessed that I was able to hike with them this weekend – it’s always great fun for me and it always brings us a little closer. There’s nothing like spending time in the woods with someone you love – friends become family and family becomes friends.

 

My mom and dad hiking on a steep decline. I love hiking with them!!

Being the organizer for the trip (and I think I speak for Rachel a little here, too) can be a little stressful at times. You first have the pressure of trying to make sure everyone has a good time... and second, doing so as safely as possible. My theory when organizing is to just be sure nobody feels left behind, and as a result everyone will have a nice time. I think, and I hope, that we accomplished that this weekend. I figure if we get even one person on a new backpacking trip that comes back for more, we’ve done a good job. Organizing routes and planning trips is really fun for me, but hiking along with other people that love backpacking or are just starting out and learning is super rewarding and even more fun. I still learn something new every time I go on a trip, and it’s fun to share the knowledge I’ve gained from past trips with others, as well.

Every once in a while I feel creative and want to do something special for the group when I organize and this usually involves some sort of food. One year I made a tiramisu, and another time it was orange cakes. This time Rachel and I made mini pudding pies. I picked up some pre-made mini graham-cracker pie crusts, three flavors of pudding (pistachio, chocolate and cheesecake) and we brought different toppings – crushed pistachios, dried strawberries, dark chocolate chips and mini marshmallows that ended up all melding together, which was funny because they were impossible to top our pies with, so we ended up burning them in the fire. Oh well, the rest of the stuff turned out great, and it was a big hit!

Pie choice shown: Cheesecake with strawberries and dark chocolate chips. Yum!

And one more highlight – the simplicity of backpacking. There are so many fun things that happen in the woods as we’re walking or sitting around the campfire -- conversations we have of previous trips we’ve been on, or experiences we’ve had in life in general, or jokes, trail talk, or maybe a mushroom that looks like one of those yard decorations – you know the ones – with the lady bending over and her bloomers or whatever you call them are sticking out. I have a picture. Can you see it?

Anyway, a lot of the things we talk and giggle about on the trail or around the campfire are things I can’t even remember specifically. But that’s okay, because it’s all just a small part of the whole experience that makes it so wonderful. I come back remembering being bent over laughing so hard my belly hurt. And I know whatever the heck it was we were talking about was really freakin’ funny, and those are the memories I’m most likely to hang on to. I’ve never had a good memory – especially for specifics – but overall, I leave with a lasting memory like, "Wow, yeah. That was an awesome trip."

Also in the simplicity category of highlights from this trip is the exercise – this is a highlight of any trip for me. The fact that I’m walking with everything I need to survive on my back, and burning up so many calories in such an amazing place makes me feel so happy and healthy. I wish I could do this every day.

Beautiful swamp just before Mirror Lake.

The Porkies always feels magical to me. I’ve mentioned it before in my blog about how I took my very first backpacking trip here, so it holds a special place for me anyway. But others have said the same. It has some awesome trails, great campsites, and lots of pretty water – rivers, streams, lakes, and the big Lake Superior. The forests are wild, and if you don’t talk as much as I do, you might even catch a glimpse of a deer or a bear. Or a squirrel. I saw a chipmunk and a few birds on this trip. Yeah, I talk too much sometimes!!

After a couple of days of fresh air, finishing up and feeling the accomplishment of a good hike, and seeing everyone at the end full of smiles and still laughing about this or that is what this is all about. We had a few people that hiked out a little sooner so they could get on the road towards home, but the remainder of the group met up at the parking lot for a post-hike toast. We ended up finding a place to eat after much indecision and closed restaurants, and we all ate like we’d never seen food before. We had a few last laughs, I had a milkshake, we hugged, said our farewells and all hit the road in our own direction towards home.

Lined up along a bridge on the Big Carp River Trail.

I could go on and on and on about the incredible overall feeling you get from a trip like this, and I would never feel fully satisfied with my descriptions, because there are just not enough words, analogies or adjectives... you just gotta’ get out there and do it. Walk into the woods and absorb as much of the fresh, wonderful natural surrounding as you can. Sleep in it. Eat in it. Nap in it. Laugh in it... Live in it.

Besides, where else will you learn about “Robina the musical,” and Little Pickles, and Kneescab, and Snapper, and the newest, greatest gear invention – the Camelfront? ...among many other crazy, whackadoodle things? Yep, it’s here. It’s these woods, and it’s with these people.

Happy and blessed.

Mirror Lake. This was the view from our camp Sunday morning.

Happy, Simple and Peaceful.

With the sun blinking through the canopied trees overhead, my feet softly crunching the leaves along the ground, and the chilled, crisp air brushing against my cheeks turning them rosy, I hiked. And as I hiked, all I could think to myself was, “I really needed this.”

I had a random emotional week for some unknown reason, and I felt constantly antsy and impatient. I was tense and had the pleasure of dealing with a really bad headache on Thursday, and learned after taking Ibuprofen for it, that I must be newly allergic to the pain killer. I’m not a fan of the stuff, anyway, so if I’m at the point where I’m taking it I’m probably already cranky. Then when I do take it, I suffer annoying, uncomfortable side effects? Gah. I was so ready for the week to be over!

I wasn’t planning on heading out on a 23-mile hike solo. Originally I was going to hike with Rachel, who seems to be the only person willing to go on these crazy endurance hikes with me, and has since become my bestest hiking buddy. We were going to hit the trail together on Sunday, but our plans got a little twisted when I learned that Adam’s work schedule was only going to leave Sunday open for he and I to spend some time together. So that left Saturday the only day I could get a hike in, but unfortunately Rachel couldn’t go that day. I was determined to get on the trail, so I planned to go Saturday. I threw a post out on Facebook to see if there was anyone crazy enough to hike along with me for 20+ miles, but I had no takers. It looked as though I was on my own, which was okay. Hiking solo allows for some serious head-clearing.

What better way to clear your head after a hard week, than to take a walk through these woods?

I started the hike at 12:15pm and hiked until a couple of hours past dark at 9:15pm. I went a total of 23 miles, and during those miles, I don’t recall thinking about anything more important than, “hey, there’s another black cloud headed my direction and it looks it’s going to rain,” or “the wind in the leaves is like an orchestra playing and my heart beating from that last hill, my breathing and my footsteps on the trail are like the percussion keeping time.” Yeah, things like that. Talk about everything falling away. I love to hike, and this is one of the biggest reasons. When I’m out there, mile after mile, all I can think about is where I am at that moment, where I’m headed and what comes up in between. It becomes... simple.

Fall colors are definitely here!

 

It was an appropriate day for a hike, too. It was the first day of Autumn, and there was no doubt that it was here. The air was crisp, the leaves were starting to change on the tops and tips of trees, and several were already on the trail for me to crunch as I walked along. There was a breeze that carried leaves with it, too. They’d fall all around when a gust would come along, making me feel as though I were walking through a fantasy land. The sun was peeking through the trees overhead and playing a light show all around me. The sky was a perfect blue with bright, white, puffy clouds that every once in a while would hide the sun. Then the sky started to change. Clouds spread out across the horizon and turned so dark they looked midnight navy in color. They moved quickly and soon started to drop rain... then small hail for a short while, then back to rain.

Dark clouds, blue skies, white clouds, sunshine, breezes - a perfect mix on a fall day.

My rain gear came on, then came off, then went back on again. Finally, after about 5:00pm it gave up, and the sky turned back to blue and once again spotted itself with clouds. I stopped a few times to shift gear around, add and take away rain gear, go to the bathroom, and take a couple of longer breaks. The first of the longer breaks was to make some Ramen, which I promised myself I’d do. It was nice to have a hot meal on a cool day. I continued on after that until my half-way point, then turned around and stopped at the same spot where I enjoyed my warm meal, only this time just to refill my water and take my shoes off for a bit. My feet were happy to have the fresh air.

I don't know a single person that doesn't enjoy the sound this makes.

I hiked into the dark, which is spectacular and scary all at the same time. It’s spectacular because you get the full gamut of sunset. It was... I don’t even know... it was beautiful. Inspiring. Warming. Colorful. So many words come to mind and I could go on forever. I snapped some photos of it and hiked on. Darkness fell upon me, and the woodland critters started to haunt me. They made no noise or any sign they were there, but I knew they were lurking in every shadow and around every corner. I hiked faster and faster, and started to whistle to make noise. Then when I got tired of whistling I decided I wasn’t going to be afraid any more. I talked myself out loud about the the pointlessness of my fear of this woodsy darkness. There was nothing I could do except hike, so that’s what I did. I started to look into the sky and smile at the bright half-moon and stars that started to appear. I felt the air, and felt strong as I hiked up hills and through meadows that dropped the temperature at least 5 full degrees. It was a great time to spend in my own mind, practicing to shut out thoughts of irrational fears.

"Hello, God? It's me, Robin. Thank you."

Highlights: the first signs of fall colors, the crisp air and changing skies, the sunset, and the strength I felt as I hiked along, confident... and best of all, simply happy.

Happy, simple, and peaceful.

Pictured Rocks 2012 - Lakeshore Trail Thru-hike

Thursday, August 30, 2012.

I picked up Brian in Neenah and we rode up to Munising, Michigan to get the backcountry permits for the hike and our rendezvous campsites at the Munising Tourist Park Campground settled before others arrived. We got everything important taken care of right upon arriving in Munising, so we set up our tents and head out for a quick visit to Miner’s Castle, Miner’s Falls and the beach. We also took care of a few chores… you know, important things like getting firewood, graham crackers and chocolate to go with our marshmallows, beer and ice to cool it with… then back to our campsite for the evening. As the sun went down we watched a couple of jet skis buzz around the lake and make all kinds of noise while a few stand-up-paddlers paddled around quietly while rocking over the jet ski’s waves. It made me never want to own a jet ski, and made me really want to try stand-up-paddling.

Miner's Castle. You may have seen this in a scenic calendar. Pretty popular spot.

Miner's Falls. My first time seeing this falls!

Eventually our hiking partners began to arrive. Rachel, Sheila, Jen, Jon, Tisa, Gary, Susan and Kevin. We were only missing Graham who let us know he was meeting us at the Munising Falls Interpretive Center where we were scheduled to have the shuttle pick us up at 9am the next morning.

Sunset at the Munising Tourist Park Campground.

We all sat around a campfire, watched a giant coal boat slowly hum past us while we all enjoyed a few drinks and snacks. We all got “sapped” at some point at this campsite. We’ve stayed here before and have never had a problem with pine sap, but it was everywhere on the picnic tables and the ground, so we were all a sticky mess and dirty before we even hit the trail. Just before we all retired to our tents for the night, we were lucky enough to get one of those unplanned tent light shows from Jen as she spastically wiped the sand off of her feet inside her tent. She had no idea the rest of us sitting around the fire were hysterical from the shadows she was creating on her tent walls! This became a running joke for the rest of the weekend, and Jen went along with it, giggling right along. We had a very laid back, fun group of people!

Friday, August 31, 2012

Day one on the trail.

Grand Sable Visitor’s Center to Au Sable Group Campsite.

7.1 miles.

(L-R) Jon, Brian, Gary, Tisa, Jen, Sheila, Robin, Susan, Ms. Sock, Kevin, Mr. Sock, Rachel, Graham

  

At some point Thursday night my TMJ flared up. I was not happy about this since I was just coming off a really bad episode the week before this trip. I tell you, it can't be stress! When I'm on hiking trips I am the least stressed ever! I think I just sleep funny. Anyway, I tried really hard to not let it put a damper on my plans, but I was worried that I was going to have trouble eating the food I packed along, but thankfully, I was able to get through it okay. I did have to refill my ibuprofen bottle when I got home, though. That was pretty much the only down-side to the trip, so I certainly can't complain. Everything else went great.

On Friday morning we woke up and packed up camp as we all unsuccessfully tried to avoid being "sapped" again. I think we all had sticky, dirty spots on us and/or our gear somewhere. At this point I didn't really care because we were going to be heading into the woods and getting dirty, anyway.

When we arrived at the Munising Falls Interpretive Center parking lot where the shuttle was scheduled to meet us and pick us up, Graham met us there with donuts! What a treat! We took a quick group photo with Sock and his sock girlfriend and got on the shuttle, which arrived right on schedule as always.

On Friday we had a short day to the Au Sable Group Campsite - only 7.1 miles. So we took our time getting our hiking legs going. We saw our first wildlife in the first 3 or so miles. A beaver! He didn't care one bit that we were all lined up in the trail taking photos and video of him either! He just kept on eating his leaves and chewing on his bark like we would eat corn on the cob. It was fun to just watch and observe him so close up.

 

Our beaver friend!

A little while later we reached the Log Slide. This is a sand dune that drops down to Lake Superior about 500 feet, 300 of those feet being straight down vertically. It's a very steep drop, so when you run down the dune, the sand falls with you as you take long, flying, leaping steps. It's really cool because you kind of feel like you're floating down. Towards the end there's a few drop-offs that can be kind of scary if you've got some momentum going - somewhere in here Graham lost his glasses - and with all the cascading sand, there was pretty much zero chance of finding them - and we never did. Graham, Kevin, Brian and I all went down. Once at the bottom we jumped in the lake - it was too inviting to pass up. Then we started our way back up. Let me tell you what - that is WORK! I've done the Log Slide a couple of times before, and I forget each time just how exhausting it is! But it's so much fun, and such a great challenge! I sometimes wish I lived closer so that I could go every morning and make it part of a workout routine.

Graham standing at the top of the Log Slide drop-off with a look on his face as if to say, "Yeah, I'm totally going to dominate this thing."

Our next stop after the Log Slide was camp. 

Au Sable East Group Campsite.

We stayed at the Au Sable Group Campsite, which is about a 1/2-mile hike from the lighthouse where you can take tours of the buildings around the lighthouse and climb up to the top for some great views. Since we arrived so early, a few of our group who haven't done the tour head down to check that out. The rest of us took to the shoreline for swimming and lounging around in the sand and sun until the tour-bound group got back and joined us on the beach. It was a spectacular way to spend the first afternoon on the trail.

Our very own beach at Au Sable.

Swimming fun! This is Graham, me and Rachel trying to get a group self-shot underwater. It took a while to get in synch!

We head back to camp and made dinner, then as a group, we all head back towards the lighthouse where we were able to get a better view of the sunset. The spot we picked was where a few remnants of a shipwreck laid along the sandy beach, so we were able to snap a few cool photos of the waves crashing up over it with the sun lowering in the background. It was beautiful as it always is along Lake Superior. This was our first night on trail, and our sunset show did not disappoint. There were no clouds so we just got a gradiated pastel sky after the sun actually sunk down below the horizon, but it was so clear that you could actually make out the waves of the lake in front of the sun as it slowly disappeared.

Just before sunset. Waves crashing over the shipwreck.

On our walk back to our campsite, we were able to witness one of the brightest moons I've ever seen. It was actually a blue moon (2nd full moon in August) and it was amazing. My camera doesn't always capture the best nighttime photos, but this one was so bright it actually came out okay. We spent a little more time on the beach ooohing and aaaahing over the moon while playing and throwing giant stones into the lake and listening to them crash and echo.

Incredible blue moon!

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Day two on the trail.

Au Sable Group Campsite to Trapper's Lake Group Campsite

11.3 miles (10.9 to the trail junction + .4 to the campsite)

Me in my happy place!

We all woke up and kind of got going on our own. We took turns leaving the campsite, and I was among one of the last. After Rachel and I super-hiked this same trail in two days in July, we were both pretty excited to take it easy and enjoy the sites and stops along the way. Not long after we got going in the morning, we stopped at Hurricane River - it's a pretty stop along the beach. I treated some water to make a Gatorade drink, we snapped a few photos and hiked on.

Hurricane River outlet.

We made a group stop at the Sevenmile Group Campsite where we knew there was a pretty sweet beach to hang out at. We swam, ate lunch, and Rachel even flew a kite! It was a perfect sunny, breezy day for it!

After a nice long break we head on out back on the trail to our campsite, which was only about 4 more miles. We passed by the "junky ol' car" and snapped photos of it as we do every time we pass by it. It's been there a long time, and rumor has it that, well, there's not really an exciting story to it. But there are bullet holes in the side of it, so we came up with own story that linked it to the mob. We were much more satisfied with that story.

Tisa, Robin and Rachel in front of the ol' car.

Trapper's Lake Group Campiste. 1/2-mile hike from Lake Superior.

Once at camp, we set up tents and got organized to head to Lake Superior for dinner, which was about a 1/2-mile hike. We were camped right on Trapper's Lake, which is a beautiful lake surrounded by thick forest, but it's also very silty, hard to filter from, and snapping turtles have been spotted in past years. We all wanted to swim (again!!), so we abandoned camp for a few hours for dinner, swimming, playing and the sunset on the big lake.

As I was getting ready to go, and organizing my things, I happened to see something peeking through my miscellaneous gear that I didn't recognize. It was a darned giant PICKLE! I was totally pickled! I knew this was Rachel's doing, and I could hardly be upset about carrying if for the whole day because first of all, it's a great prank... second of all, we got to eat it! I passed my pickle around and a few of us that were still hanging around got a big bite, and then I drank the juice, which tasted even better than the pickle itself! It was a nice treat. But... now I have to get Rachel back! Hah! Love this stuff...

The best dinner table on earth.

Once at the beach, I swam, treated some water and made one of my new favorite dinners -- spinach and ricotta-stuffed tortellini with pesto sauce - it took a while to make since I had to simmer it, so it's a fuel-sucker, but it was sure a treat!

While we waited for the sun to go down, we all had a chance to nap, swim, lay around and play. I drew giant designs in an untouched section of sand.

Sand angel!

Sand art.

And then the sun set. We had a few whispy clouds for this one, so it lit up the sky a little more and provided a little more color than the night before. It was like it was trying to outdo itself each night, and that was okay with us! The moon that night was really bright again, too. At night while lying in the tent, it was almost like someone was standing outside your tent with a headlamp on! It created some cool shadows, too. The nights were pleasant, and so far, the only condensation we dealt with was the first night when we camped at the Munising Tourist Park Campground... so the trail was being very kind to us and showing us a perfect weekend so far.

Saturday's sunset.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Day three on the trail.

Trapper's Lake Group Campsite to Mosquito Group Campsite

12.9 miles

Cliffs begin. Chances to horse around before they get too steep!

Sunday was my favorite day. We rounded a corner and the view opened up. This is where Pictured Rocks gets so spectacular. The first few days were great - we had a lot of beaches, lakeshore, smooth trails and just great hiking. But it just gets better and better on this trip. You start to climb and before you know it, you're looking over a sheer cliff hundreds of feet above the lake. Looking down you see teal and bright blue waters that are crystal-clear -- so clear that you can see almost every rock below the surface and the orange and brown colors of them all ripply through the water's surface. Tour and recreational boats zoom past every once in a while, giving real perspective just as to how far down the lake actually is.

Isn't this amazing!?

Our first stop was at the beach near the Coves campsites. I had to do some laundry and it was time for second breakfast. The problem was that a very short time later we reached a spot on the trail that I've passed by every time I've been to Pictured Rocks, and have always wanted to stop at. It's a tiny little cove with a small beach and rocks along the edge that are maybe 10 feet above the water. There are a couple of holes you can jump off into, and I've always seen people swimming and playing here whenever I'm hiking through. But it always works out that we've just stopped for a break, or just started out hiking, or some other dumb reason to not stop anyway. This year I promised myself I'd stop here, but I couldn't remember exactly where it was. We did just stop for a break, and I actually, for one second, thought about passing it by. But then I turned back and said, "Nope. I'm stopping. I don't care. We've got all day to hike." Rachel, Brian and Kevin joined me. We were the last in the pack, so we didn't really have a chance to let the others know we were stopping, but we had plans to meet up at Chapel beach later on.

I'm pretty sure that we were all glad we stopped. We explored around the edge where we've never really gone before, and there was some pretty freakin' spectacular rock formations under the clear water. There were giant potholes that were created when smaller stones got inside and the waves caused them to swirl around inside, and some were big enough that we could sit in them, or swim underneath and pop out through them. It was like an underwater playground! I kind of wished I'd brought along a snorkel!

Underwater pothole created from those rocks that are in there and waves.

Then Brian and I cliff-jumped. We jumped a few times and it was SO MUCH FUN!! Cannonball after cannonball we jumped. I didn't really want to leave this spot - it was so amazing. 

Jumping, swimming and exploring the crazy-cool rocks.

On one of our jumps, Brian and I jumped at the same time for a photo op. Kevin was standing on the shore taking the photo of us, and he snapped one of the funniest pictures from the entire trip. For those that might not know me like those from my backpacking group do, I am kind of known for (and I guess I'll admit this) talking about poop a lot. It's something that backpackers find themselves talking about - since we have to take care of waste in a certain way, so the discussion of Leave No Trace comes up, and we all need to learn it... well, whatever. I talk about poop more than the average person. So anyway, when Kevin snapped this photo, it seemed appropriate that it looks like Brian is pooping me out. What makes it even funnier is that I'm plugging my nose! So the saying went, "Robin was reborn."

Photographic evidence of my being "reborn!" Thanks for the photo, Kevin!!

We laughed and laughed. These are the crazy moments that will last forever and make trips like this so much fun. And I'm glad everyone in our group has such a good sense of humor about this kind of stuff! Hard not to, since it's so silly. :)

Also on this amazing, super-awesome day of hiking, we hit a section of trail that goes along the edge of a sheer, kind of scary cliff that resembles almost a desert terrain. It's just layered sandstone that juts out and drops straight off into Lake Superior. Kevin set us up for another really fun photo. He, Brian and I went out to the edge and posed for a mid-air jump shot. Thanks to Rachel for taking such a great photo!

Happy, happy hiking jumps!

The most spectacular hiking day was just starting to wind down a little when we reached Chapel beach and finally met up with some of our group. With our stop at the cliff-jumping section, we were way behind everyone else, and some had already swam and moved on. We stopped for a swim anyway, and I got brave. A pontoon pulled up and a huge family was milling around by us with can koozies containing frosty, ice-cold beers. I thought to myself, "I'll probably never see these people again. If I ask them for a beer, the worse thing that can happed is they say 'no.'" So I walked over and asked them if I could buy a beer off of them for a couple of bucks. I told them about how we're two days into our hike and a cold beer would really hit the spot. He didn't take my money, but he did give me a beer! It was a frosty cold Labatt Blue. And between the few of us that shared it, it didn't last more than five minutes. It was tasty!!

Then we hiked on to our next campsite - Mosquito River Group Camp.

Mosquito River Group Campsite

Oh, and a lesson was learned on Day #3. Bacon is only good the first two days. After that it gives you a bubbly stomach and a trip into the woods. My analogy was this: Bacon on days #1 and #2 is like a superhero with super powers, but on day #3 turns into a villian and makes you miserable. It's a fine line, I tell you. I got really tired toward the end of the day. I hadn't drank enough water through the day with all the fun stops and awesomeness that went on, and with the bacon episode I was pretty dehydrated by the time we reached camp. But I perked up. A third swim in Lake Superior will cure any ailment!

Laundry drying on the beach by Mosquito River.

Once again, we followed our normal routine. We hit the beach, swam, hung clothes to dry, snacked, and head back to camp for dinner. A short while later we were all back on the beach for sunset. A few of us head around the rocky point to a really neat spot for the last sunset show on the trip. And again, it was an improvement over the last two nights' sunsets... if you can believe that! A few more clouds lit up in florescents than the previous nights and the colors stuck around for quite a while even after the glowing sun had disappeared. 

Watching the sun set our last night on the trail.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Day four on the trail.

Mosquito Group Campsite to Munising Falls Interpretive Center

12 miles

We had 12 miles to hike and a few of our group had to get home earlier, so Graham, Sheila, Jen and Tisa hit the trail before the rest of us even woke up. They did a great job being super quiet, because I don't even think I woke up when they were getting packed up. When the rest of us woke up, we ate our breakfast and hit the trail for our last day.

We stopped at Miner's beach for a break, and Gary, Jon and I took one more swim. I just couldn't get enough of swimming on this trip! It was overcast and you could see some weather was moving in. After Miner's beach we stopped at Miner's castle and learned that a short series of storms might be passing through, but it sounded like it could be hit or miss, and would only last about 30 minutes. The seven of us that were left hiked on and took a couple more breaks together as we worked our way to our cars and the finish of our trip. We must have all had burgers on our mind (milkshakes for me!) because we were cruising right along!

A very comfy break spot!

About a half an hour before we reached the end of the hike, thunder started to roll above us and over Lake Superior. We smiled and enjoyed the sound as it cracked through the air. We started to feel a few raindrops, but we must have all been in the same exact mindset, because not one of us stopped to put on our raingear. It had gotten super humid out, so we were all sweating profusely. Dripping wet sweaty. So when the rain started, it actually felt pretty good. Then it rained harder. And harder. And harder. And then we were soaked all the way through. The trail turned to river and we splashed through like little kids. It was fun! We were smiling and just kept on hiking right through it. 

Huge smiles, enjoying the downpour!

When we reached the end, we threw our packs down next to the bathrooms to protect them from more rain, which probably didn't even matter at that point - they were soaked through, anyway. Thankfully this rain storm hit during the last mile of the hike and not the first, although we'd have sucked it up and dealt with it just fine if it had.

It was raining so hard that Gary actually was able to soap up in the parking lot and shower! I stripped down to my "swimsuit" that I used on the trip, which consisted of a sports bra and shorty underwear -- and I didn't care. I was so soaked that it was just easier that way. We all changed in the bathroom, had a celebretory beer in the parking lot, then head to the Dogpatch for dinner. Burgers, beer and milkshakes were consumed, and as a group, we decided to forgo the camping for the evening and we split a couple of hotel rooms. Good call, too. We were able to dry out, sit in a hot tub and watch some TV. What a way to relax after a happily exhausting weekend of backpacking! And the next morning was foggy and damp, too... so we appreciated the warm, dry rooms even more when we woke up. The waffles weren't bad, either.

The seven of us SOAKING wet and happy... and SUPER excited for restaurant FOOD!

We had a smaller group this year than we expected, but it was a great group of people. We all laughed, carried inside jokes along the trail for all four days, and just bonded and had a great time. We shared food, talked about pack weight, dealt with blisters and pains together, carried or pushed each other along when we needed it, simultaneously complained about sand-hiking (there's a lot of it on this trail!), swam and relaxed. We enjoyed fires, campfood, Clyde the chipmunk, Apple Pie (thanks Brian!!), feet-washing (well, jokes about it, anyway) and great trails. The best part of this trip is always the people that are on it and how awesome they all make it as a whole. The second best part of this trip would have to be the views. They can be mind-blowing. We were in Upper Michigan and it felt like were in a completely different world.

I'm sure next year will be just as spectacular. Or better, because it does seem to get better every year!

Bye, Pictured Rocks. Until next time!