FromSwamptoSummit

FromSwamptoSummit has been silent over the last few weeks….but that’s the effect of a brand new grandchild, who shall be known by the initial L, son of A and N. Plus, daughter S and her boyfriend known as T (he plays a starring role in our Basque Country trip back in 2023) just announced their engagement, with a wedding early next year, so that’s served as another distraction.

But my real excuse is that never in my wildest dreams did I still think I would be trying to finish our sabbatical trip write ups over a year after the fact!I still have to write about Orvieto and Rome. And of course, my dedication to fully memorializing our six months of travel means that I haven’t even broached our trip in May 2024 to climb the highest mountain in North Africa (Mt. Toubkal in Morocco). That trip is still residing untouched in my travel journal.

But in an attempt to introduce some temporal reality, I’m going to take a detour to 2025 and current events.

Right now J and I are training with 30 plus pound packs for an upcoming backpacking trip to the Lost Coast in Humboldt County, California. We start off with a few days in San Francisco and Monterey to see family (including the newly engaged couple!). Following that, we have to figure out how to get to the REI in Corte Madera, which is the meeting spot for the backpacking group. REIs seem to be a common meeting place for backpacking groups – we did the same thing when we hiked Long’s Peak in Colorado with a different outfitter.

The Lost Coast is about a 4-5 hour drive north of San Francisco. It’s the section of Pacific coastline that was too rugged for Highway 1 – hence, the coastal highway dips inland, leaving a completely remote area known as the King Range National Conservation area.

The hike itself is 4 days and 3 nights, and involves sand walking, rocky beaches, and going up and down dunes and cliffs. One night we camp in a cove that is “locked in” by the high tide.

I’ve always made the point that FromSwamptoSummit is not a water person, despite the swamp in the name. Swamps do contain a lot of earth, I note, which makes them more palatable. But I must admit, the idea of a beach hike has a lot of appeal. For one thing, coming from the swamp of Florida we won’t have to deal with the acclimatization issues that can affect a bid for a real summit. (Wait til I write about Morocco.)

And for another thing, we can actually train for sand walking. A couple of weeks ago we went out to the Canaveral National Seashore to hike in the back country. To get there you have to walk through the farthest end of the public beaches – where, as usual, we were the most covered up folks around. (I will just point out that there is no federal law against nudity.)

But once we got beyond that back country sign – permits dutifully in hand – there were no footprints, and little but sand, surf, and most remarkably, a flock of flamingoes on the sound side of the narrow strip of barrier island. (The photo below doesn’t do them justice. They really were pink and definitely were standing on one leg.)

We’re hoping for some of the same next week. Although I don’t think flamingoes will be in the mix.