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Hiking the Continental Divide Trail: Starting at the End.

Could I, Would I, Can I, Will I?

Last week we needed to go to town to get a few items that are part of an experimental project we’re working on.  We wanted to see if it’s possible to cool our house using a passive system that has no motors or generators, uses no electricity or other energy source other than wind, doesn’t make noise and only requires filling with water when it runs dry.  The wind part won’t pose a problem.  Even on days when there’s almost no wind we get a nice breeze at night.  Our home is so well insulated that overnight cooling generally lasts through most of the next day, even during the hottest times of year.  It works and I’ll be posting another article with photos soon.

The wind factored into our decision…which day of wind, dust and blowing sand would be the least likely to close the road?  The weatherman only had bleak forecasts, so we took our chances on Thursday.  Even though there were times when it appeared we were destined to stop and wait, we were glad we went.

On our way to town, we passed a man at about the 20 mile marker, here that  means it’s 20 miles from the border, who was walking south, facing traffic and had the look of a person traveling the Continental Divide Trail or other long haul, enduro trip.  I’ve done quite a lot of hiking, trekking, long distance cycling, kayaking and transpacific sailing, but I had to ask myself whether I’d have the mental toughness to walk on a day when the road might disappear at any moment behind a windblown cloud of stinging dust and sand.  

By the time we finished in town, it was even more doubtful that we’d get home without sitting behind a Department Of Transportation truck waiting for a break in the weather.  We made it past the really bad spots with only a few inches of blowing sand obliterating the shoulders and center line. 

South of the Border Patrol checkpoint, we passed the walker again.   Celinda asked me if I thought we should stop to see if he wanted a ride.  Having been in those situations, I knew if it were me and I’d gotten that far from wherever it was that he’d started, there would be no way I’d want a ride the last few miles, even if it meant pulling myself along by my fingernails.  She asked if we should stop and see if he needed water, which made sense but by that time we were a half mile down the road.  Our conversation on the subject lasted another seven and a half miles until it was decided that we should go back and ask.

When we got to where he was, we chatted for a few minutes, gave him some water, our name, phone number and an invitation to come to dinner.  I had my camera with me, but I’m still making the transition from writer and photographer as two separate entities, to photojournalist.  After lunch, I went back out into the not-so-nice weather to get some pictures.  When Lynne got to the car where I was parked next side the road, we talked for a couple of minutes before he again headed south.  About an hour later the phone rang and Celinda was off to find our dinner guest.

We talked about hiking adventures, life views, many things.  Lynne has done the Appalachia Trail, the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) and had left Grants, NM on the 5th of May to do his first leg on the Continental Divide Trail (CDT).  His plan is to do the CDT as time permits, hoping to be able to do at least half this summer.  Lynne Whelden makes videos about lightweight backpacking which he sells, plus other backpacking related items, on his website, www.lwgear.com.  This trip will be on his website sometime in the future.  I shared my El Camino de Santiago walking adventure across Spain and what little bits I’d done on the PCT.  After a great dinner, that was filled as much with talking as eating, it was too late, too dark and too windy to set up camp at the local state park, so we offered a hot shower and the floor in the living room.

We all had a lot in common, the call of physical and mental challenges (whatever that means to us), not being dependent on someone else for entertainment, treading lightly on the earth and using the Internet to conduct our businesses. 

It was a rewarding experience.  We can now claim the title of “Trail Angels” and, like Donal Ryan whom I met on the Camino in Spain, we probably have a friend for life.  On my 4 month, 4000 mile, solo, hike, bike and kayak odyssey, chronicled in my book Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, the wind was in my face the majority of the time.   Could I, would I do it again?  We’ll see what this summer’s new adventures bring.

Since that time, through some of my articles, we’ve been contacted by other trail angels and look forward to personally meeting them in the weeks and months to come.

Larry Miller: I was born in Los Angeles in 1940. My father was a fighter pilot instructor during WWll and we moved from coast to coast, maybe that’s where I got the nomad in my blood. After graduating from high school in 1958 I joined the Marines. That lifestyle wasn’t for me and upon my discharge I went on with my life, and have never looked back. I worked briefly for a Caterpillar dealer in Riverside, CA before moving back to N. California where I was a welder and truck driver for a chemical company. Truck driving wasn’t my calling anymore than being in the Marines, and I went back to work for another Caterpillar dealer steam cleaning dirty tractor parts and welding. They sent me to schools, lots and lots of schools. I spent as much time going to trade schools as I did at work. I went from cleaning parts to apprentice field mechanic, to mechanic to the parts department to satellite store manager in less than two years. They wanted me to move to Sacramento and be a salesman: I moved to Oregon to learn to commune with nature. I went to work for another heavy equipment dealer and was later contacted by the World’s largest Lorraine Crane dealer and offered the position of purchasing agent and general parts manager. In 1967 I was offered a line of automotive parts and supplies and went into business for myself. My business revolved around eleven race cars that we maintained for others, driving race cars professionally and maintaining high end sports cars. I was a championship and regional champion driver. My business was the largest import parts and service, non dealer, in the state until I sold it in 1979. We went sailing in 79, first to Mexico and then Hawaii. I was an award winning Trans-Pacific sailor and sailor of the year, Hawaii, Island of Kauai. An opportunity presented itself in Hawaii during 1981 and I was back in business, importing Japanese auto body and hard parts. I also felt the pull to write and began freelancing for magazines and newspapers in 1982. My main focus in my articles is, and always has been, health, wellness and fitness. Most of us have heard the saying, “Time is all we have.” I disagree. Our health is all we have, because without our health, we have no time. I was a US Olympic team hopeful in racewalking and held all the records for the state of Hawaii. As a sponsored athlete in my forties, I finished first in nine marathons in a row in my division, qualified for the Ironman® and was the state USCF cycling champion five times in Hawaii and Oregon. Celinda and I were married in 1988 after a three year engagement. We sold our businesses and organic farm and sailed back to Oregon. After our sailboat boat was sold, we moved to Joseph, Oregon, two miles from the trailhead into the Eagle Cap Wilderness. We were caregivers for my mother the last ten years she was alive. We moved to New Mexico in 1995 because it was too cold for my mom in Oregon during the winters. Celinda designed, and I engineered and built our strawbale house. I began writing the weekly health column for a local newspaper in 1996, and still do. In 2000, I took the summer off to do a four month, 4000 mile, hike, bike and kayak odyssey. I’d been writing health, fitness and sports articles since 1982 and the journey produced a full-length, nonfiction, first person adventure book, Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, which can be bought from Amazon.com and others over the Internet. The summer of 2001 was spent hiking. kayaking, fishing and exploring the southwest. In 2002 Celinda and I spent the summer in Canada learning the hospitality business at a resort in preparation for doing promotion for the resort in the US. Most of 2003 was spent reestablishing the trees and landscape that had died during the stay in Canada. We had a house sitter and the house sitter had an ex-husband, and that’s a long story. In July of 2004 I did a solo kayak trip on the Snake River, taking pictures, writing articles and pencil sketching the journey. I hope to do another kayak adventure on the Snake River during the summer of 2008, on the section I missed in 2000 and 2004. In 2005, I returned to Canada to the resort where we’d spent 2002. I was supposed to be there for the month of June. I’d contacted people I’d met in 2002 and they came back to Canada to fish, hike and spend time at the resort, Echo Valley Ranch and Spa, while I was there. My one month became five and then it was off to Spain to do the El Camino de Santiago as a travel companion with one of the guests who’d returned to Canada in June. During the summer of 2006 a friend from Ireland, who I’d met in Spain the year before, came to visit in NM and we fished, hiked and explored the White Mountains of AZ. He’d never slept out in the wild in a tent before, and it was quite an experience, for both of us. My newspaper articles were put on the Internet beginning in 2002. I was asked to give public speaking engagements, photo and video presentations, on various subjects for the library in Deming, NM and continue to do so. In 2006 I videoed and produced a DVD for the Smithsonian Institute’s travel exhibit “Between Fences.” NMFILMS had a conference by invitation only, which I attended. While attending the conference, I realized that film making wasn’t what I wanted to do but I still wanted to use my sixteen years of experience and enjoyment of videoing and photography. During the winter of 2005, I discovered that no one on record had ever run from the Arizona border to the Texas border, a distance of 165 miles. During the spring and summer of 2006 I trained for the run and the run was completed in October, 2006. In late 2005, I began building and maintaining websites incorporating all the things I enjoyed about video, photography, travel and the out of doors. 2007 has been a summer of upgrading the home and property which resulted in a downgrading of my enthusiasm for being located in one place. If we don’t like what’s happening in our life, we need to change what we’re doing. Celinda and I are ready to pull up roots and move on. I guess I’ve come full circle. I’m ready to revert back to my childhood, and a nomadic lifestyle.
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