Monday, June 24, 2013

Wilderness Women Don't Sing the Blues


Wilderness Women at West Baldy Trail Head - 2 More Joined Our Adventure After Work
Women like me aren't difficult to typecast; iPhone toting, REI-shopping lover of the outdoors.  I can light a campfire, pitch a tent, and in bear country know better than to sleep with my chocolate chip cookies next to my head.  But the finer skills of backcountry life must be earned by "just doing it" - without gallant husbands or guys to do the hard or scary stuff.  And sometimes it's fun to get out there with gal pals and enjoy a different type of campsite conversation and camaraderie. That's why our Meet-up group of Arizona Women of Adventure packed as much as we could stuff into our towering backpacks and headed out to camp and hike the 15 mile loop on Mount Baldy - one of the highest peaks in the White Mountains of Arizona.     

Our First Steps - Making Peace With Our Backpacks


Our small group of "Adventurous Women" gathered at the trailhead parking lot.  The ground looked like an REI garage sale.  We were all trying to figure out how to reduce our carry weight by sharing equipment - each calling out inviting ideas to lighten the load.  "I have a tube of really effective DEET bug spray.  I'll take that and we can all use it."  Another gal offers,  "my Neutrogena is SPF 45 and doesn't sting your eyes - you are all welcome to use mine".  And so it goes with excessive snacks and our third "extra pair of socks" (just in case!) going back into the car to make these mammoth backpacks a little more manageable at 30 or so pounds.  




Sara's Mary Poppins Backpack
She Kept Pulling Out Amazing Things
To Include a Hammock, Tarp Patio, Dog Dishes, Tiki Torches,
and Last But Not Least, Happy Hour Cheese and Crackers

Even in it's lighter version, my backpack is the size of a Smartcar.  It has a dozen pockets, 6 zippers, and a functioning bladder.  With a little help from each other we don our packs, staggering the first few steps until we make peace with our burden.  Walking with our hiking poles to give us stability we travel at a brisk pace but slow enough to appreciate the beauty around us.  We backpacked a little over 3 miles into the wilderness when Sara, our expedition organizer, finds our remote campsite; the most perfect spot you could ever imagine.  We shed our backpacks (a sweet feeling as it slides off) and take it all in.  The pine and spruce covered mountain, signs of wildlife and the Little Colorado River.  The river will be our camp "water feature"  and security moat which we must cross on a large log to get to our well camouflaged dark forest and fern green home.  This isn't a Women's Adventure outing, it's a John Denver song.   



To the left is the gurgling Little Colorado River which we called our "water feature".  It also functioned as a moat to keep our little haven private.

 To the right is our foot spa and water purification plant site.  When our tootsies got tired there is nothing better than a cold soaking in stream water.
Location Location Location
Waterfront Property With Old Growth Trees 



Below is our moat bridge which was a bit tricky to navigate with 30+ pounds on your back.  The campsite was worth the risk however. 
A Few Adjustments and We Have A Working Tent

The last time I put up this ultralight two person tent my husband did most of the work.  Now it is women doing for themselves and we are psyched.  My tentmate and I - Julie C and Julie B - don't bother with pesky directions.  Our first attempt looked something between a spaceship and a pirate ship.  Which we blew off to campsite performance art.  Fortunately there are only so many possible combinations of Chinese nylon and snap-on poles and shortly we erected a perfectly assembled and sited tent. Funny how accomplished you can feel over little things like that.  


As we sit around our campsite excited conversations mellow out.  We look out on the mountain we will climb tomorrow, sipping our tea and coffee that we made by purifying our river water and lighting our  personal cookstoves.  Time slows.  Smartphones go dumb.  We  eat our rehydrated gourmet dinners sitting around on logs looking out on the night.  Either through Sara's brilliant planning or serendipity, tonight is the summer solstice with the added bonus of a "supermoon".  We grow silent in awe as the brilliant and immense globe of the moon rises above the treeline.  No matter what it took to get out here it has been worth it.  A chance to connect with our inner selves and other women.  No matter our background, skills or life situation, we bond over the one thing we all common - the mother we are spending quality time with over the next three days;  Mother Nature.  






Julie C - Our Resident Songwriter Belts Out A Tune On Big Agnes - Her Air Mattress Guitar



Sara's Hammock - We Laughed At It and Then Took Turns Swinging Under the Trees - Hammock Envy!

Surveying Our Empire and Calling In Our Late Arrivals To the Campsite
We Were So Well Hidden Only The Wildlife Knew We Were There
Breakfast On The Sun Porch
Soaking Tired Tootsies In The Cold Stream
Hours Of Breathtaking Trail To The Top 
Happy Hour On Sara's Patio
The LED Tiki Torches Are On the Log






Rest Break On The Trail Up 

Our Solstice SuperMoon
Our Water Purification Plant
Filling Hydration Bladders For the Big Push In The Morning

Two Small Ice Fields On The Way Up
Theresa Throwing Snowballs on the Summer Solstice


The Top of Mt Baldy - YAY!!!



Saturday, June 15, 2013

Rubbing The Rust Off My Russian

“That’s the first time I've pan-handled in a foreign country,” Glen said.  “Or any country,” I added.   
72 hr Visa-free ferry Helsinki-St Petersburg
Glen and I walked off the overnight ferry from Helsinki rolling our luggage and studying the map of St Petersburg, Russia.  My “immediate immersion plan” was to find the nearest ATM, get some rubles, buy some metro tokens and take the underground subway to our B&B.  No sissy taxis or tour guides for us.  Unfortunately, step one – get rubles at an ATM - wasn’t easy.   Where are all the ATMs?
Comfy ferry masquerading as a cruise ship- our stateroom
“Will you sell me some rubles for dollars or Euros?” I asked a sweet looking woman in my best but rusty Russian.  I went on to explain to the woman on the street that we only needed to trade enough rubles to buy two metro tokens so we could get to our lodging.  She shook her head, gave us two metro tokens, and said smiling, “A gift from me to you.  Welcome to St Petersburg!” 
We eventually saw an ATM on the street
After profuse thanks and smiles Glen and I made our way into the underground metro system and saw a row of ATMs from various Russian and international banks.  Maybe we should have asked that woman where to find an ATM instead.  But finally were able to buy enough rubles to see us through our three days in this historic  and friendly city. 

I had been on a different Russian metro many times way back in the 90’s - Moscow.  My last assignment as an Army officer was conducting nuclear weapons inspections around the Ural Mountains, close to Siberia.  We usually spent a couple of days in Moscow enroute to our destination and on the way home.  So this trip was interesting to Glen as his first trip to Russia, and fascinating to me to see how far things had come since I was there in the shaky days of the Soviet meltdown.  Right now I wanted to compare the Russia of 15 years ago to the ultra-capitalistic Russia of today.  For over 20 years I had used my Russian for work - now it was so rusty - thankfully I didn't have to use any past perfective participles (I never liked those much anyway) and we got by just fine.    
Site of 1703 St Petersburg Fortress
on Vasilevsky Island
A little background history on this famous St Petersburg metro (opened in 1955) and their "longest escalators in the world".  Back in 1703, Peter the Great decided to build a city on a rotten, fetid swamp.  "By nature we are fated here to cut a window to Europe" (Alexander loved Europe).  Thousands of Swedes and Russians (serfs had it bad) died in the process of building a city on an uninhabitable marsh, but finally a wooden fortress was erected, and St Petersburg was founded. 


Fast forward some 250 years later, and someone invented the St Petersburg Metro.  To compensate for the fact that the city was built on a swamp, most of the stations were built far below the ground (back in Cold War days they served nicely as nuclear bomb shelters).  
Does not do justice to the steepness or depth of this
4,550 ft deep metro escalator
As former residents of Washington D.C., Glen and I are used to metros and the deep underground escalators that accompany them.  But words cannot describe the depth and rapid descent of our first escalator ride into the St Petersburg Metro.  We were on the system's deepest station, Admiralteyskaya, which is 105 meters (4,550 ft)  below ground.  And steep.  Anyone with height issues better close their eyes.  But there must not be too many agoraphobics in St Petersburg because their metro serves over two and a half million passengers a day, making it one of the busiest metro systems in the world.   And finally, the metro artwork - the main reason I wanted to start Glen's first trip to Russia underground in the subway.  Have a look at the artwork and interior designs of some metro stations in St Petersburg:  
Pretty Nice for Having Opened in 1955
  

Heroic Battle Murals Are Common Themes


Named After A Famous Cosmonaut 











This reminded Glen and I of the Space Race of the Cold War era.  Seems so harmless now but at the time we used to really worry they would get to the moon before the USA!  Now that we got there????


 One of the more ornate metro designs in St Petersburg.  Must have seemed decadent during those grey Stalinist years.  Actually it still does considering that according to the guide book (2010), 20% of apartments in cities like Moscow and St Petersburg are still occupied by multiple families.

 Our lovely metro tokens for 22 rubles per person.  You can ride all over town and tour the underground for about .75 cents USD.  Nobody sneaks onto this metro - guards at the turnstiles and grim looking but pretty "watchers" placed at the top and bottoms of the escalators.  No hanky panky on those long escalator rides! Come to think of it, we did see a bit of smooching during those 3-4 minute rides.  Waste not a moment.