We had heard that Oregon was receiving some welcome rain, and as we approached Susanville the clouds appeared, looking more menacing than usual. In fact this was no storm at all, but smoke from a rapidly-growing fire in the Feather River canyon (this would still be burning when I wrote this, a week after Labor Day). The sky turned brown, the sun a shade of crimson - but in an hour we had passed through the smoke and back into the clear.
Peggy welcomed us back to Oregon even though it was after 10:30 when we reached her. Tom had taken Sara to a SF Giants game and was not home yet, so we filled Peg in on out adventures before turning in. Sunday was a tedious but straightforward drive home.
The fishing was great fun. I hadn't fished in several years, and my technique showed it; nevertheless, it was relaxing and somewhat productive as well. Those golden trout are amazing in their technicolor splendor! All the new gear worked fine, and I lost a bit of unneeded weight by the end of the trip.
And yet...
I still can't understand how the route up Lamarck could be so easy in '99 but so
complicated a year later. That was as tough a hiking day as I can remember,
going from 9900 feet to 12900 to 9500 in about eleven miles and over twelve
hours. I know I've done tougher days, but they have respectfully faded in my
memory compared to this.
Something about this trip was less fun than previous outings. Part of it may
have been the anticlimax that any trip would entail after the ambitious '99 trip, but I suspect that
overplanning was also to blame. Much of this trip could be found in outlines
for 1993-4-5-6 trips, so I had visited these places in my mind countless times.
I tried not to overanalyze this one, yet our uncertainty up to the last minute
kept me thinking about route variations for the middle days of the trip. (Even
with all that, our final route was not on my mental map, so plenty of energy
went for naught.) Our poor preparation for altitude was also unpleasant, since
our long drive immediately before the trip left no time for much exertion in
thin air. My disastrous final morning put me in a bad frame of mind, and the
continuous irritants from leaky liquid containers was decidedly unpleasant. I
also ran absurdly low on toilet paper, which made me all the more agreeable to
packing out a day early. Technical difficulties such as these can turn a
relaxing and scenic trip in fair weather into a trip where misfortune is
anticipated around each bend in the trail.