Day 60
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Because the Wind River High Route is considered by many to be among the best backpacking routes mile for mile, it wasn’t hard to feel excited for my next trip once I finally quit dragging my feet and left Stanley. Andrew Skurka’s Wind River High Route is a ninety-seven-mile route traversing its eponymous range end-to-end, through deep, glacier-carved valleys, past hundreds of lakes and milky rivers, and over several high passes and peaks. With two thirds of the route off-trail and with an average of 620 vertical feet of change per mile, I had my work cut out for me. I also planned to tag Wyoming’s highpoint, Gannett Peak, so I added to my load of seven days’ food an ice axe and micro-crampons. Ultimately, weather scared me off Gannett and the last off-trail section of the route, but these are only two among two dozen things that I now want to return to the Winds to do.
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After a whirlwind of travel from Mexico City to Salt Lake City and finally to Stanley, Idaho, it was August 11th, I was camping out with Hannah (Road Runner, for long-time readers) for the first time in almost a year, and all felt right in the universe. This feeling of bliss continued during breakfast at the Stanley Bakery, and by 9:30 I was reunited with Chloe (Cinderella) and we were walking in a line down a trail as we should. Alas, it wasn’t a full PCT reunion without Buff Baby and The Model, but I still felt ecstatic.
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Feeling the need to drive off the spleen and regulate the circulation, growing grim about the mouth, lingering before coffin warehouses, my hypos getting the best of me, a drizzly November in my soul, et cetera et cetera, I knew it was time for a backpacking trip.
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The first bullet point of my journal is “holy shit.” That’s a pretty good summary of my impression of