ITLKSEZ
Watching a toddler play w/a loaded gun
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- Aug 13, 2015
I can finally post an update!
My old phone crashed, and my new phone wouldn’t let me load my photo hosting app for two weeks.
I made it back out to see what the other half of that trail looked like. I drove out to Superior, MT after work on a Friday. This sign is visible from I90 if you know where to look. 320 is where I was headed.
The Montana side of 320 was like a paved highway compared to the Idaho side. This was where the pavement ended. The road was this quality up to the state line.
On the Idaho side, it instantly turned to a rocky quad trail. I was surprised to see just how far I was able to make it towards our last stopping point. The map showed 1.7 miles from where I ran into a mess of trees to where we were forced to turn back a few weeks prior. I felt pretty good about that. I was hoping to clear a mile on Saturday and the rest on Sunday.
I doubled back a few hundred yards to a side-road that ended at a hiking trailhead and primitive campsite. Perfect!
I was parked next to the creek that was actually the beginnings of the mighty St. Joe River.
Saturday morning around 6am, I got to work. It was brutal, and very daunting.
The next two pics were taken from the same spot. What I cleared, and what was next.
By around 10:30am, the ridiculously thick sections had been mostly conquered, when a Jeep JK pulled up behind me. A guy hopped out who was really hoping to make it through to Avery that day, and I had some bad news for him. He told me he had a saw and was willing to help.
We leapfrogged for the rest of the day, with our sights set on the intersection of FS715, which was around the halfway point to my ultimate goal.
Meet James.
By the time we made it to FS715, we were both exhausted and starting to cramp. It was around 6pm, and I’d been at it for 12 hours straight. The intersection was a wonderful sight.
What was even better, there were fresh tracks at the intersection. Somebody punched through the other side!
James went on his way to finish the quest he set out to do, and I headed back to camp, thrilled to know I had an unlimited hot shower waiting for me.
I fried up some tilapia on the burner and had an excellent evening amongst the wildlife.
I couldn’t get rid of this deer after I fed her a Pringle.
The next morning, since I had no more trail to clear, I was looking forward to taking a hike up to the lake where the St Joe River begins.
Nope.
I packed up camp, then took my time driving out, enjoying the fruits of my labor. I took a side quest and hiked up to the top of Needle Peak before heading home.
FS320 is open!!
I have also been working on something… more updates soon.
My old phone crashed, and my new phone wouldn’t let me load my photo hosting app for two weeks.
I made it back out to see what the other half of that trail looked like. I drove out to Superior, MT after work on a Friday. This sign is visible from I90 if you know where to look. 320 is where I was headed.
The Montana side of 320 was like a paved highway compared to the Idaho side. This was where the pavement ended. The road was this quality up to the state line.
On the Idaho side, it instantly turned to a rocky quad trail. I was surprised to see just how far I was able to make it towards our last stopping point. The map showed 1.7 miles from where I ran into a mess of trees to where we were forced to turn back a few weeks prior. I felt pretty good about that. I was hoping to clear a mile on Saturday and the rest on Sunday.
I doubled back a few hundred yards to a side-road that ended at a hiking trailhead and primitive campsite. Perfect!
I was parked next to the creek that was actually the beginnings of the mighty St. Joe River.
Saturday morning around 6am, I got to work. It was brutal, and very daunting.
The next two pics were taken from the same spot. What I cleared, and what was next.
By around 10:30am, the ridiculously thick sections had been mostly conquered, when a Jeep JK pulled up behind me. A guy hopped out who was really hoping to make it through to Avery that day, and I had some bad news for him. He told me he had a saw and was willing to help.
We leapfrogged for the rest of the day, with our sights set on the intersection of FS715, which was around the halfway point to my ultimate goal.
Meet James.
By the time we made it to FS715, we were both exhausted and starting to cramp. It was around 6pm, and I’d been at it for 12 hours straight. The intersection was a wonderful sight.
What was even better, there were fresh tracks at the intersection. Somebody punched through the other side!
James went on his way to finish the quest he set out to do, and I headed back to camp, thrilled to know I had an unlimited hot shower waiting for me.
I fried up some tilapia on the burner and had an excellent evening amongst the wildlife.
I couldn’t get rid of this deer after I fed her a Pringle.
The next morning, since I had no more trail to clear, I was looking forward to taking a hike up to the lake where the St Joe River begins.
Nope.
I packed up camp, then took my time driving out, enjoying the fruits of my labor. I took a side quest and hiked up to the top of Needle Peak before heading home.
FS320 is open!!
I have also been working on something… more updates soon.
