The first thing we needed to do to get the Brower’s Spring was to get throught the Federal Aviation Administration gate that guards the road up Sawtelle Peak. We needed to ske from one of the switchbacks over to Jefferson Peak and up and over the Continental Divide into the Hell Roaring Creek Drainage where the spring is located.
This is the top of Mount Jefferson which stands at 10,200 ft. We traversed the top of the bowl and dropped into the Hell Roaring Creek drainage off to the left. This was a spectacular moment in the ski.
GPS showed me I was soooooo close to the spring. The surroundings indicated to me that I was likely standing on or near the spring. I could feel it in my heart and soul. My heart was racing and I was excited.
I skied out of those trees where I am sure I was on or near the spring. Rod Wellington, who has also been there, confirmed that the area looked familiar to him.
We assumed that the trip would entail an easy seven-mile ski out of Hell Roaring Canyon. We were mistaken. Because of the snow cover, we needed to be cautious of avalanche danger, and often fell prey to terrain traps, which produced steep drop-offs, false canyons, and unskiable gulleys. Because of this, we were destined to stay over night, which neither of us prepared for. In fact, we absent-mindedly left the car with no means of fire or sleeping gear. We were both tense until we gave in to the fact we were staying the night. Then, our priority switched to surviving the night. We never doubted our ability to do so.
I shivered uncontrollably all night. I was only able to sleep for about five minutes. Norm was the same way. Somehow, the hours past and it was time to go. I am thankful to have survived and avoided hypothermia. I had trailmix to eat and a granola bar which we split. I had to eat one of the granola bars for calories just after going to bed. Perhaps, it helped, I could not tell.
Next came the bike ride, 90-some miles from the base of Hell Roaring Canyon to Clark Canyon Dam. The ride took three days. The ride of all rides, the vistas were spectacular.
I applied to be a SPOT ambassador some time ago and received a response yesterday, December 19. They have offered a pretty sweet deal, I think.
Thank you, Liana, for not blowing me off. You are my first “big company” sponsorship (if a promo deal can be considered a sponsorship). I look forward to carrying your product on board.
Here is the message I received. Just need to fill out the paperwork. YES!
Hello Janet –
Thank you for completing the SPOT Brand Ambassador Form. We have thoroughly reviewed your request and responded to you as promptly as possible. We feel you are offering a unique opportunity to showcase SPOT. Therefore, we are offering you an exclusive SPOT offer. Attached please find a form which will allow you to purchase a SPOT, plus one year of basic service and tracking for $99 (typically a $250 value).
Once your form is completed, you will need to send it to Tom Babb via fax at 985.335.1790 or email to Thomas.Babb@FindMeSPOT.com.
I am having a conversation with Eddyline regarding their Shasta kayak, my boat of choice for the trip. They’ve also offered discounted gear.
I will meet with Bob Bellingham this week when he paddles by Cooper’s Landing. Hoping to pick his brain regarding his trip which began at Three Forks, Montana. He is headed for St. Louis. We will also discuss the possibility of me purchasing his Shasta kayak, which he would keep for himself if he didn’t have to fly the boat home to Australia.
My dear niece, Rene Freels from St. Louis, mentioned creating a promotional video for the expedition, and a kick-starter campaign. Sounds like a good idea.
Discussing ideas with Charlotte Overby, beloved in our river community, and currently River Coordinator for Conservation Lands Foundation.
Researching GPS possibilities. Is SPOT a form of GPS, or a different system altogether? Is it enough? Suggestions welcome.
Student teaching is now pulling on my right hand while expedition planning is pulling on my left.
The more I learn, the greater my vision.
May seems so far away, yet so close. I long to begin the trip with all of its uncertainties. The thrill of adventure beckons me.
I will sleep when I get old.
live fast ~ paddle slow
Here is a short clip on what to expect on the lakes regularly: