TRT Day 0
Well, here we are!! We’re currently in Carson City, NV, the day before we begin the Tahoe Rim Trail. We’ve thought about this trip for many weeks now, not only because we were raising money for Big City Mountaineers, but also because of our fear of COVID-19.
By the way, we reached our goal of raising $5000 for Big City Mountaineers! This will effectively breakdown some barriers in order to get kids into nature. The $5000 will outfit an entire week-long expedition of kids from dis-invested communities who would otherwise not have the means to go backpacking. Thank you so much to everyone who donated, we had at least 85 people who contributed to this effort!
We’re doing this trip with an Appalachian Trail friend of ours, whose trail name is Donner. We drove to his house in Nashville so that we could all be on the same flights to Reno.
We’ve spent the entire day traveling, wearing KN-95 masks. The flights were somewhat terrifying because people just can’t seem to understand how to wear masks correctly, and Donner and I witnessed a girl in the row next to ours wipe her exposed nose with her fingers. She then looked at her dirty fingers like she wasn’t quite sure what to do with them next. Donner and I looked at each other wide eyed and I whispered, “get me out of here!!!” We were so grateful to have bought KN-95 masks (the Chinese equivalent to N-95 masks).
Southwest is currently keeping middle seats empty unless you’re in a group traveling together, so even when the flight was completely full (which our second flight was), there was still a feeling of space on the plane. I did find it funny that although you apparently have to wear your face mask for the entire flight, they also hand out water and snacks. We all decided not to eat or drink on the airplane, so I stuffed the packet of pretzels in my bag for later.
We decided for the sake of logistics to spend one night in Carson City before hitting the trail early in the morning. We arrived basically famished, and the first thing we did after dropping our bags at the hotel was order Chinese take-out. We brought the food back into the hotel room and for a good 15 minutes we acted like we had been hiking for weeks. There was a long period of silence while we stuffed our faces.
As we packed our backpacks, and I realized that I forgot my p-style (the device I use to pee standing up), and Donner suggested I try cutting a small plastic water bottle in half as a substitute. I found one to attempt to engineer into the right shape, and then practiced in the bathroom, and found that the new set up may actually work. Gross or genius – you decide, but it will allow me to pee in a gatorade bottle inside my tent at night. Yay!
Now jet lag has started to set in, and although it’s only about 8PM, it feels like midnight. I have a feeling we’ll have no trouble getting an early start tomorrow to get a full day’s hike in.
TRT Day 1: 22 miles
I woke up sometime between 5 and 6AM, and John and Donner were still asleep, so I stared at the ceiling for a little bit until the alarm went off. I must have slept well.
We packed up, and used Uber to get a ride to the trailhead. Our Uber driver was chatty and proclaimed that he had only started wearing a mask a couple of weeks ago when it became a mandate, because the mask was not letting him get enough oxygen because he was an asthmatic. Then he started complaining about COVID-19 and how it’s really only a bad flu and our government should have just let it run its course instead of letting it drag on. John and I rolled our eyes at each other and tried to change the topic. Once again I was so grateful that we had bought KN-95 masks.
Once at the trailhead at Spooner Lake Summit, I was thrilled to be in the wide open forests of the dry mountains surrounding Lake Tahoe. We climbed and climbed, but the trail was easy. As usual, the trails out West are so nice because of the lack of tree roots and water erosion.
Donner stepped only a couple of feet off trail to pee and suddenly there was someone coming in the opposite direction. Bad luck, I thought. But moments later we passed another set of people, and then another. I realized that this was not going to be one of those remote feeling hiking experiences.
We climbed up a few thousand feet, and started getting lovely views of Lake Tahoe. The sun started beating down on us, and we all whipped out our umbrellas. The trees were all pine and fir trees spaced wide apart with lots of sandy ground between them.
The air was very dry. I could feel sweat evaporating from my lower back, and my tongue felt dry since my mouth was hanging open, panting from the lack of oxygen at this high elevation. We climbed to over 8,000ft, and my lungs could feel it. I haven’t been at this elevation in a while.
Cute little wildflowers dotted the side of the trail and John, who had brought his Sierra Nevada field guide book stopped intermittently to identify plants.
Ten miles into our day we reached Marlette Campground, which had a water pump that we had spent quite a bit of effort trying to figure out if it would be functional or not. Donner had even called the Tahoe Rim Trail Association (and got a reply in the form of a voice mail!). The pump worked, and we sat there and ate lunch, while downing at least a liter of water each in order to try to stay on top of our hydration. The next water source wouldn’t be for another 12 miles or so.
Eventually the trail became a popular mountain biking trail, and we had to jump out of the way of dozens of mountain bikers. Maybe 50-100 mountain bikers, I kid you not. It definitely got old and certainly slowed our progress. On top of that the wind picked up quite a bit, and blew more dust in our faces, while making it slightly challenging to hold up our umbrellas. But, we were making good time, and before we knew it we were already at the next water source. Two young men were collecting water in what looked like a dribble coming out of some rocks.
“This is Ophir Creek!?” Donner said looking wide eyed at our water source.
“Welcome to west coast water sources!!” I said. It actually turned out to be the headwaters of Incline Creek, but we managed to collect plenty of water from it.
We hiked a bit further and found a somewhat sheltered spot tucked away between some rocks and some trees and called it home for the night.
TRT Day 2: 24 miles
I heard John unzip the tent, and I looked at my watch, 5:50AM. I felt fairly well rested. Donner emerged from his tent and told us that his thermometer read just under 40 degrees. What a perfect temperature for sleeping in. We were hiking by 6:30AM.
We soon hit a road leading to a campground just slightly off trail where we stoped to use the toilets and dumpsters. They also had running water, so we filled up our bottles. The chipmunks in the campground were fearless, and one almost stuck up behind me to grab my breakfast.
The trail then climbed up to the tallest point on the trail, 10,398ft up at Relay Peak. On the way up there was a little waterfall with many beautiful flowers on either side of it (such as monkey flowers and lupine). The trail was very exposed, and we were so happy to have our umbrellas to keep us from getting sunburnt. As we climbed over 9000ft, I started to really feel the effects of the altitude. My stomach was a bit queasy, my head slightly achey and my lungs gasping for air.
The scenery, though was so breathtaking, that I easily stopped every few hundred feet to take a picture. That made the climb much easier.
When we got to the top of Relay Peak, it felt like we were on top of the world with 360 degree views. I hardly knew which direction to point my camera.
Then, we started the long descent to the next water source, which was a lake that was about quarter mile off trail. Along the way we crossed from Nevada into California. Once we got to the lake, we sat there and collected and drank water for quite some time since we knew that the next section would be over 17 miles with no water sources. I decided to wade into the water a bit to get my feet wet and wash my dirty legs. The water was frigid. Across the lake we saw a deer munching on some grass, occasionally glancing up at us.
“Wouldn’t it be cool if a cougar took that deer down in front of our eyes” Donner asked.
“Maybe the deer is waiting to see a cougar take us down.” I answered.
We realized that it was already 2:30PM and we were barely half way done with the miles we had planned for the day, so we made a move, and I tried to pick up the pace a bit. We had a lot more downhill to go, which made it easier to go quickly, but also harder on the joints. Soon my hip started to hurt followed by my shoulder, my ankles and my feet.
Around 6PM we stopped to make dinner and let it soak. None of us brought a stove, so all the food we are carrying needs to cold soak. On the menu for John and I was couscous, which takes about 20 minutes to rehydrate in cold water, and Donner had instant mashed potatoes, which are still pretty instant with cold water. By 6:30, we sat down again and ate our dinner. Around this time I got a bloody nose. It’s something that happens often when I hiked in such a dry climate, especially at high altitude. A few mosquitoes started pestering us, which helped in finishing dinner rather rapidly before picking up and continuing with a few more miles. Not 20 minutes later, John also got a bloody nose. Somehow Donner was spared (so far at least).
We hiked a few more miles and crossed a road. Hoping to find some camping a ways from the loud road, we continued on. The last mile or so of a long day always feels even longer… I hurt quite a bit at this point. I’m definitely not in thru-hiker shape. It didn’t help that we were carrying quite a bit of water still.
We finally found a spot slightly off the trail along and ATV route. We set up the tents quickly and dived into them to avoid the mosquitoes. They’re not terrible, but they’re not fun to have buzzing around your head outside the tent either.
Tomorrow we’ll wake up early and try to hike the 18 miles into Tahoe City fairly quickly so that we can resupply and still hike out of town to camp. The hotel prices in Tahoe City are outrageous, so we’re going to skip trying to stay the night there even though it would be really nice.
As I’m writing this, darkness has set, and the moon is rising, mostly full. I hope it doesn’t keep us up.
TRT Day 3: 18 miles
At 5:45AM I heard Donner’s voice: “GOOD MORNING!! Town day!”
We all scurried around packing up more quickly than normal, and started hiking just after 6AM. We had 18 miles to get into town, and I knew some of them were going to hurt, because my hip was still sore from yesterday’s effort. As we hiked, we passed an active logging site which was making a racket chopping up trees.
We had one water source for the day, and that was at Watson Lake, and we got there in short order. I was somehow still carrying too much from our 17 mile dry stretch, so I only collected half a liter.
We passed a sign saying 14 miles until Tahoe City. I did some mental math on how long that would take us. Five minutes later we passed another sign saying 12 miles until Tahoe City.
I turned to John, “Wouldn’t it be nice if the next 12 miles go as fast as those two went!”
Not 20 minutes later, another sign: 13 miles to Tahoe City. Huh? The signage in this area was obviously not to be trusted. Another mile went by, and we got another sign: 12 miles to Tahoe City. Ha. I figured I should stop caring about how many miles it actually was and just hike.
We were at lower elevation than we had been for quite some time, and the heat we experienced really made us appreciate the altitude of the previous section.
A few bikers and a few hikers passed us, but honestly, the most remarkable part of this section was just how hot it felt. I felt sweat dripping from my back and quickly evaporating. At least our sweat was working, but we were probably quickly getting dehydrated.
Finally, we made the final descent into town, and I hobbled down the road to the grocery store, my hip aching. We sat outside the store charging our devices and trying to decide whether or not we were going to spend the night in town. There were a couple of outlets next to the store, and we bought some soda and sat there while our phones charged, and we took turns buying our resupply food.
Finally, we made the decision to spend the night in a hotel that had a hiker discount, so wasn’t as ridiculously expensive as everything else in town.
So, as I write this, we are comfortably installed in a room with two beds, contemplating where we will pig out for dinner. A burger sounds good to me. I’m not sure if I’ll have the opportunity to update the blog until we finish the trail, but we’re now about a third done with it. We’re looking forward to the Desolation Wilderness, which is supposed to be the most beautiful section. That should be coming up in a couple of days.
Now, time for a shower and a greasy meal!!