Bill “White Beard” and I spent today hiking around Lake Sonoma, which is a huge reservoir where our city of Petaluma gets a lot of its water.  For the past several winters, we’ve been a bit short on rain, so the lake never really got full, but wow, it is now!  The steelhead are running in the river that comes out of the dam, but we didn’t stop to watch–we wanted to get on the trail!  Both of us are fighting off some sort of cold (snuffly noses, scratchy throats) but we loaded up our packs and went anyway–the only difference is we didn’t walk as fast, and we took a whole hour to eat lunch.

It was a muddy trail, as we expected, and there was one tricky creek crossing where (sigh) I had to cross on a couple of logs.  Bill zips across logs–I am a “chicken maximus”.  Once I got across the creek, I had to climb well up on a steep hillside to avoid using a very narrow slippery trail on the edge of a cliff, which would have taken me back to the “main trail” very quickly, but I was too chicken to follow it.  But my scrambling up the hill had a couple of dividends–I found a two-point antler AND a wild pig jawbone.  

And the wild pigs certainly are to be found in abundance around Lake Sonoma!  The trail is sometimes hard to follow because they have plowed it up so much, and sometimes they make a wallow right in the middle of the trail.   The pigs are really elusive, though–rarely do you SEE any.  We certainly saw none today, though we came upon what was obviously VERY freshly plowed up ground.  Because of the pigs, instead of green meadowy ground under lovely big oak trees, what you get is rough ‘n tumble, muddy dirt, all worked over by the pigs.   The backpack and boat-in campsites all have tall poles for hanging your food so the pigs don’t get it.

Personally, I’m cheering for the hunters!   Every now and then, the rangers let them have a go at pig hunting.  Wish they’d do it more often; I hate to see whole hillsides all brown and muddy instead of green and full of wildflowers.

Well, to switch to the subject of cooking on the PCT…..   Some thruhikers cook.   Some don’t.   We are in the “cook-once-a-day” category.  We find that having a hot meal really makes a difference. It feels homey and comfortable.   But since we don’t want any bears and critters visiting us in the night, we cook in the MIDDLE of the day, around noon, unless it is really ghastly hot, in which case we wait till things cool down a bit, say around 5:30 pm, cook then, and make as many miles after that as we can before we camp.

Our system is that somewhere around noon (preferably near a water source, if possible) we stop to eat.   First order of business is to find a place to set up the stove, where there is ABSOLUTELY NO CHANCE of starting a grass or forest fire.  We look for flat rocks, bare dirt, whatever we can find.  Sometimes we will even CARRY a nice “cooking rock” over to where we want to cook and eat.   Once that’s done, I set up the “kitchen” while Bill airs sleeping bags.    I cook, we eat, then Bill “washes” the dishes (which we have pretty much licked clean, so there isn’t much to do!).   Then we pack up and hit the trail again.  The whole process takes 40-60 minutes, depending on how much of a hurry we’re in.

Our “kitchen” is an alcohol stove made from the bottom of a beer can.  We have a small pot rack for the pot to sit on above the stove, and we have a small titanium pot with folding handles.    We each have a plastic cup and spoon.   Some thruhikers just eat straight from the pot, but with two of us, it’s easier to divvy things up if we have the cups. 

Here’s our basic food plan:

First thing in the morning  (usually 5:30 am) as we hit the trail:  I eat a Larabar, while Bill snacks on jerky or some other bar.

Around 7:30ish, it’s  breakfast:  Granola with freezedried fruit, nuts & seeds, powdered milk.  We vary the type of granola, fruit & nuts.

Around 10:30,  we stop for 10-15 min. for a Snickers each.

Around noon, we cook.   I have a “base” of either instant mashed potatoes or stovetop stuffing mix or instant rice or freezedries, to which I add freezedried veges and meats, or a package of tuna if we are getting close to a resupply.   Once you open a tuna packet, it gets REALLY SMELLY really fast, even if you try to rinse it out, so I saved the tuna till almost the end of each section.  We usually also eat a cookie of some sort, and we each also drink a cupful of Emergen-C, and take some vitamins.

Around 3:30, we stop for 10 minutes and have another Snickers.

Around 5:30 or 6:00, we stop for supper–crackers and cheese or peanut butter; dried fruit; nuts.   We might have plain water or might add some Crystallite.  Sometimes I toss in something from town, if we have just come out of a resupply.   Some of the nicest suppers we had on the PCT were when trail angels gave us fresh veges or fruit.  At Ebbett’s Pass (oops, make that CARSON Pass–thankyou to a helpful comment from one of our blog readers!) the visitor center people LOVE thruhikers.   They keep fresh fruit in the refrigerator for us.   When we came through, they gave us a HUGE canteloupe, which was a great addition to peanut butter and crackers!   Another time, we were almost to Burney Falls when we went past a PG & E place, and the guys there gave us fresh tomatoes and cucumbers!   Wow!   Peanut butter and crackers with tomatoes and cukes! 

The last comment I have about food is–when you are in town, eat LOTS of high calorie food!   When we did the trail in 2005, we were trying to be all virtuous and only eat healthy food, especially NO candy!   The result was that after two months of hiking, we were both starving hungry all the time.  Bill lost a lot of weight and began to lose strength, too.  Finally, at a resupply, I was talking to fellow thruhiker Pika and told him of our troubles.   He said, “You need Snickers.”   He explained that we seriously needed to start getting caught up on our calorie deficit.  We took his advice, and boy, did it make a difference!   We started eating Snickers,  and in town we ate as much as we could.   I started bringing cookies on the trail, and more cheese, etc.   It really helped. 

So beware of calorie deficit!   Mangia, mangia!  as my Italian neighbors used to say whenever we were at their house.  Eat!   Eat!

Whew!  It’s been a hectic over-a-week here at our house, which is why I haven’t posted anything for awhile.  We were organizing and running what’s called an “Awana Grand Prix”–it’s like the Boy Scouts’ Pinewood Derby–little 7 ” wooden cars running down a LOOOOOONG track to see who’s made the fastest car.   We had all ages from 2 years old through adults competing, and the venue was in a local teen hangout called The Phoenix Theater.  It’s a very cool place, with every surface covered by colorful paintings,  plus there is an indoor skateboard park.   Local garage bands (and some bigger names, too) go there to perform.   Best of all, it was free, because the guy who owns the place was in Awana when he was a kid, and was very happy to help us out!  

Bill was sure his car (black with silver trim; very sleek) was going to win the adult races, but he came in second.   Oh well.

Besides the Grand Prix, the training/coaching sessions for other Awana competitions have really ramped up, and I am gone from home for hours, working with kids ages all the way from 5 to 17!

Add in training for the PCT, and that’s why I haven’t posted for awhile!   I now carry 14 pounds on every hike or walk, and Bill is at 19 pounds.   We increase by a pound a week.  It has pretty much been raining every day, or if not raining, it’s cloudy and cold and all the trails are very muddy.   We are beginning to be a bit concerned about snow levels in the Sierras and the implications for our hike this year.  We’ll see…..

Since all the hills and valleys around here are supersaturated, all the rain pretty much just runs off now instead of soaking in, so I thought that might be a good reason for me to lay out the conclusions Bill and I have come to about drinking water along the PCT.

Years ago, when we first started backpacking, we never bothered to treat our drinking water.   We were careful about where we collected the water, and never had a problem.  When we started taking our then 3 year old daughter along on our backpacking adventures (she had to walk on her own two feet and carry a tiny pack!!) we became concerned.  A little person like her would not be able to handle something nasty in the water.  So we started to bring a water treatment along which is no longer available.  It had two steps–first to SUPER-chlorinate the water and let it sit a bit, then add some other stuff that neutralized the chlorine.  The final product was safe, tasty water.

Eventually, our daughter grew up and was no longer interested in backpacking with us, so we went back to not treating our water.  But as we began to plan for the PCT,  we read people’s journals and how they were getting really sick along the trail from something in the water they drank.   So after much debate over what to do, we got a water filter–the kind that you pump and pump and pump.  It weighed about 14 oz.   We dragged it along all through Southern California and dutifully filtered much of the water we came to.   But oh man, it was TEDIOUS!   And we remembered that the folks who got sick along the PCT had been filtering their water–guess it didn’t do them much good.  So finally we said phooey, and sent the water filter home.   We did all of the Sierras, northern California, Oregon and Washington with no water filter and no problems.

The water filter now sits in our garage collecting dust, and we are back to just being careful where and how we collect water AND also taking careful little steps to acclimate ourselves to handle drinking “surface water.”  I think that Ray Jardine is right–the reason people were getting sick was not the water, it was probably because they were not properly cleaning their HANDS after “answering the call of nature” behind a bush along the trail.   Ray said that before any longdistance hiking adventure, he and Jenny would drink very small amounts of creek water, etc. to help their bodies get used to coping with the resident bacteria, etc.

Our plan for the PCT in 2010 is to just hit the trail with no filter.   We might carry a bit of iodine just in case, but even doing that is debatable.  The only places where the water is often messed up are in southern California and parts of northern California where we were sharing the PCT with the cows.

We carry our water in Platypuses and use a drinking tube to suck water whenever we want it.  If I had had to stop and get out a water bottle every time I wanted a drink, that would really have been a drag.  I like being able to drink whenever I feel like it.   The “Platys” travelled inside our packs in a “hydration sleeve”, where the water stayed cool in hot weather and did not get horribly cold in cold weather.  The ONLY problem we had on the whole PCT was that the drinking tubes got a bit cruddy after about 3 months.  If we’d had a proper brush to clean them, we could have done that, but we ended up just buying new ones when we got to a big enough town.  

 We each carried TWO of the 2 and a half liter bags, plus each of us had a 1 liter plastic bottle.   We rarely carried a full load of water–we tried to calculate carefully and carry just enough to get to the next water, and if it was possible, to stop and cook at a water source so we didn’t have to carry cooking water.    Now, I have to say this–reading some people’s journals about how much water they drank every day was sort of amazing to me.   People were obsessing over drinking like a quart an hour, and were carrying backbreaking loads as a result.   We tended to drink lots at water sources (I could blow down  two quarts or more) and be less “guzzly” inbetween.   There was only one day where “White Beard” and I went through a whole 6 liters each in less than a day, and that was when we were between Tehachapi and Walker Pass and it was horribly hot.

I have to say this also:   most of the water in southern California tastes awful.   Yuck!   The rest of the trail is fine, and the water up in Oregon and Washington is awesomely good!   We took to carrying several little tubes of Crystalite powder to use when the water tasted really horrible.   Toss a tube of Crystalite lemonade powder in your southern California water, and it becomes OK instead of gagworthy.

But I have to say, I am SO looking forward to that awesome Washington and Oregon water!

Trying to have a life while getting ready for the PCT is a challenge!   Yeah, yeah,  we are retired, but to be real, we are now spending way more hours volunteering in various capacities than we ever did at work while we were working.  One of our biggest commitments, which takes quite a bit of our time each week, is being “Commanders’ of an Awana Club for kids.   Most Awana Commanders are pretty much just in administration, but in our club, Bill and I wear a lot of hats.

In case you wonder what Awana is, well, it’s an international (over 150 countries), nondenominational Christian club for kids ages 3-18.  Our club meets for a couple of hours a week during the school year.   The kids memorize a lot of stuff from the Bible,  play games,  sing and hear stories/skits/puppet shows, etc.  The older kids are “leaders in training”, learning how to teach the younger kids.    The kids also go to competitions, where they are up against other Awana clubs in Bible Quizzing (that’s, obviously, a Bible memory and knowledge competition) and AwanaGames (an athletic competition).  The cool thing about Awana is that it trains not only kids’ minds and hearts to love and serve God, but also trains their bodies to be strong and fast and healthy.   Our Awana club competes  with clubs from all over Northern California and Nevada, and we usually come out at or near the top. 

Yesterday was “Awana day” and I was not only setting everything up (takes a couple of hours to do that), but leading a “Council Time” for all the kids,  coaching our junior high Bible Quiz/AwanaGames team,  our “Sparks” (K-2nd grade) Games team, our “T & T” (3rd-6th grade) Games team, and finally, coaching a high school AwanaGames team.   All  in one day.   Whew.   I didn’t get home till after 9 pm.  And that’s a pretty typical day for me.  Which is why I don’t always get around to putting up another blog post!

After a day like yesterday, I  need a good night’s sleep, which brings me to my “subject” of  sleeping systems for the PCT.

Bill and I did a lot of hemming and hawing before we did the PCT in 2005, over what sleep system to use.  Should I make us a Ray Jardine-style quilt?  Or should we take sleeping bags–if so, should they be down or synthetic?   What “degree” level should we go for?  (32 degrees?   More?  Less?)   Finally we reached these conclusions:

1)  Our usual carcamping method is to zip two sleeping bags together.  We learned from this that  Bill is a tosser ‘n turner, which means that a lot of cold air comes racing in every time he tosses.  Brrrr for me, Monty.  I tend to burrow deep down into the sleeping bag, tucking it around myself, while Bill likes it loose,  with more “air”.

2) Bill (typical for guys), sleeps “hot”.  It can be fairly cold outside, and he is unzipping his side of the sleeping bag and  trying to cool off.  Monty (me), on the other hand (typical for gals) am often cold at night.  (I joke that Bill is my “hot water bottle”!)   We had been on some backpacking trips where all this made for a somewhat uncomfortable night, where neither of us got the sleep we needed.

So that led to our first conclusion:  We will need all the good night’s sleeps we can get on the PCT, so we’d better go for separate sleeping bags.

At that point, we were looking at down vs. synthetic.  Down won.   It is WAY lighter, and very comfortable and warm.  Some of the people we talked to said, “No, no, you can’t do that!  Only people with TENTS should use down.  You are using a tarp, so you should use synthetic, in case you get caught in a bad rainstorm and the tarp doesn’t keep you dry.”   Well, our experience with tents had shown us that tents are nasty, wet, damp places, and a tarp is DRYER.   So we hung tough on using down, and that’s what we got. 

My sleeping bag has no zippers and no hood.   It’s just a tapered, narrower rectangle shape.  It is long enough for me to burrow into.  It has lots of down at the foot.  Ahhh, warmness for my tired feet!   It weighs 32 oz.  And sorry, it’s a closeout.   Nobody makes it anymore.   Bill’s bag does have a zipper, so he can open it up when he gets hot.   It weighs 27 oz. and it’s made by Mountain Hardware. 

To keep our sleeping bags at their best, every day (weather permitting) when we stop for our noon break, we take the sleeping bags out of their stuff sacks and air them in the sun.  During that time, my job is to cook dinner, and  Bill’s job is every few minutes to turn and fluff the sleeping bags, turning them inside out and rightside out, and flipping them like pancakes, till they get totally warm and dry and fluffy.  This makes them weigh less!  If you don’t air your sleeping bags, they get heavier and heavier with your own moisture that evaporates off you in the night. 

Then at night, once the ground cloth is down  ( and if needed, the tarp is up), the next item of business is for me to roll out my 3/4 length Ridgerest , while Bill puts out his Gossamer Gear sleeping pad (I call it his “doormat”, because that’s what it looks like), get out the sleeping bags and fluff them and let them “re-aerate” while we do other things like “washing up”, changing into sleeping clothes, etc.   I use a Ridgerest, because it does such a great job of insulating me from the cold ground.   Bill doesn’t mind cold ground, and he likes the idea that his doormat only weighs 3.5 oz.    Neither of us would ever consider Thermarest.  Waaaaaay too heavy.

The other part of  our sleep system is our sleeping CLOTHES.  To stay warm enough in such lightweight  bags, we carry silk longjohns (separate top and bottom) that weigh 3 oz. for each “piece.”   Our “silkies” as we call them, are fine for all but the coldest nights.  Personally, I also add a pair of clean, lightweight wool  “sleeping socks” since my feet get cold easily without them. The silkies travel in the stuff sacks with the sleeping bags while we are hiking.

When it gets REEEEALLY cold, we start adding things.  Besides the silkies, we put on a polyester longsleeved top (known by many hikers as “polyphews” because polyester can get pretty stinky from sweat), and wear a fleece hat and mittens.   To keep my legs warm, I occasionally added my fleece jacket, draped over my legs inside the sleeping bag.    Only twice on our entire 2005 hike did I need to WEAR my fleece jacket inside the sleeping bag at night, and I also snuggled up right against Bill–he still makes a good hot water bottle.

Words are not adequate to express the wondrous feeling of putting on CLEAN silkies with CLEAN socks and sliding into a soft, warm down sleeping bag at the end of the day.  Man, does it feel good!   I’d put on my headlamp and write notes in my journal  and just relish the wonderful feeling before turning off the headlamp and calling it a day.

Today was another wet, wet day!  We hiked by a pond which last week was very low, but today, after a week of rain, is now filled to overflowing.  It was a good day for further experimenting with rain protection.  I am still trying to finesse my “rig” for a hands-free way to carry an umbrella.    I’m sort of torn, because I love the protection of the umbrella, especially for my glasses (it’s no fun trying to see out through rain-bedewed lenses)  but the downside is that I cannot see the scenery as well, because the umbrella partly blocks my view.   And the scenery is worth looking at!  We are so blessed to be able to live in Sonoma County, right on the edge of open space and farms.

What I’m aiming for is a way to rig the umbrella that is very SIMPLE and quick to set up/undo on the trail.  When I finally get it nailed down, I will try to describe it for y’all.

What I’d like to mention today is our conclusions about PACKS.   The last time we did the PCT in 2005, we researched packs.  We went to REI and tried on packs.  We got packs from companies online and tried them.  But no matter where we looked or what we tried, nothing seemed to really feel right.  I studied Ray Jardine’s pack design (it’s basically a bag with net pockets on the outside, plus shoulder straps).  I really liked Ray’s design, but discovered that the lack of a hip belt was a major problem.  If I have very much weight hanging off my shoulders, I am in pain.   When I tried adding a hip belt to Ray’s pack, it only partly solved the problem. 

In the end, I made myself what I jokingly call “the Ray Way Hybrid”.  I took a small old external frame pack we had, kept the hip belt, but removed the old pack (it was heavy, and had lots of zippers–yikes!), made a Ray Jardine pack, and attached it to the small frame.  Voila! All the benefits of Ray Jardine’s design, and all the weight transferred to my hips by the frame!    Yahoo!  I was very happy with my hybrid pack.  Maybe I shouldn’t have been so gleeful, because Bill then decided he wanted one and I had a last-minute dash to make him one too!

My hybrid pack weighs 2 and a half pounds (it would be lighter if the frame were titanium or plastic pipe, but I stuck with the tough old aluminum), and the “bag part” has no zippers  (I would never take a pack with zippers on the PCT–what if a zipper gives out?) .  It has a little short pocket to tuck my umbrella into when it’s not raining (the rest of the umbrella is lashed on with lightweight cords ) .It has net pockets on the sides and a big net pocket on the back.  It is made out of cordura on the bottom and the back where it touches the frame.  The rest is silnylon.   Since silnylon and cordura are not totally waterproof, and of course there are seams, I always line the inside of the bag with a trash compactor bag.  This keeps everything inside totally dry.  In the outside net pockets I carry all the stuff that can get wet.  That way there is no need for a pack cover in the rain.

The pack is JUST big enough to fit my gear and it has an “extension collar” on top which is normally just folded under, but comes into play when we have to carry say 10 days of food through the High Sierras.  My High Sierra bear can fits into the pack, too.   I carry my RidgeRest sleeping pad rolled up, and lying across the top of the pack, held down by a “Y-strap” that anchors at the top corners of the pack frame, and the bottom of the “Y” clips to the bottom of the pack, creating a very secure compression for holding things down.   There is also a bit of lacing to compress the contents of the big net pocket on the back of the pack.

Bill’s pack is the same as mine, only bigger.   The only modification I would do if I had a different frame to work with is I would consider adding “loadlifter” straps.   They really help!   But since my old aluminum frame isn’t made for that, I’ll stick with what I have.  The only thing I have to do to the pack for 2010 is replace the elastic at the top of the net pockets–it’s pretty worn out!

My advice to anyone who is trying to pick a pack is to REALLY give each “candidate” a good trial run.  The online pack companies are really nice about letting you get a pack and try it for awhile.  Be sure you pick a LIGHT weight pack–not one of those awful 6 or 7 pound mooses. And remember that whatever pack you pick–be sure you can fit a bear can into it!   Those Yosemite rangers are dead serious about checking for bear cans.  We were warned by other thruhikers that “somewhere in Yosemite, you WILL meet a ranger on the trail, and that ranger WILL check to be sure you have a bear can!”   They were right!   So be sure your pack can comfortably accommodate your bear can!

It’s not quite mosquito season…yet…in the San Francisco Bay Area.  At the rate it’s raining, though, I think we’ll be seeing a lot of the whining little guys once spring gets going.  Some folks have been inquiring about how we deal with mosquitoes (or “mossies” as I like to call them) along the PCT.

Well, first off, after many years of hiking and backpacking, Bill and I (Monty) have learned something:  mosquitoes LOVE to chew on me, and are less interested in Bill.   So I tend to “do more” to protect myself than he does!

Basically, there are 3 main situations you have to plan for.   1) While you are hiking along the trail     2)When you stop for a break (like to eat lunch or a snack) and 3)When you camp.

1) While you are hiking…..If the mosquitoes aren’t too bad, you can just hike fast and outrun them (sometimes).  Once they get more annoying, my next step is to put on gloves (I made these–they are just pants fabric) and a headnet.  My legs are already protected with long pants, and arms with longsleeved shirt.  That usually does the trick, but there are times when the mosquitoes are TOTALLY OUTRAGEOUS.  In that case, I put on my raingear with the headnet, though usually I put the raingear jacket on backwards so that I don’t get as hot.  The pack protects my back just fine.

2) When you stop for a break….At this point, if the mossies are not too bad, a headnet and gloves might be enough.  If they are annoying, I wear full raingear and headnet.  Sometimes they were so outrageously bad that Bill and I crawled into our net tent to eat in peace.

3) When you camp….When Bill is by himself, he rigs the tarp (if he thinks he will need it) or just lays out his groundcloth and sleeping bag.  Then he takes his sleeping clothes (we use superlightweight silk longjohns), walks a little way away from his camp, then VERY FAST, he changes into his sleeping clothes and makes a RUN for the sleeping bag, dives in, burrows in, and he says he then can sleep in peace.  It doesn’t work for me.  So if I am around, and the mossies are around, too, I want the net tent!   I got the idea for it from Ray Jardine’s book, “The Ray-Way Tarp Book.”  Ray designed and sewed what sort of looks like a miniature house.  I liked his design, only I tapered it down at the foot end so that it would be lighter in weight.  It rigs easily under the tarp, and “shares” the tarp stakes.  I cannot think how many times on the PCT, when the mossies were whining around us in clouds, how WONDERFUL it was to rig the net tent, scurry in, and be able to dress/undress/take a “sponge bath”/write in a journal/read/etc. in PEACE!  I remember we were approaching Evolution Creek in the Sierras, when we met the famous thruhiker, “Billy Goat.”   (He was taking a rest break by the trail).  Of course we had to talk to him, and as we were getting ready to leave, I asked him, “How bad is the crossing at Evolution Creek?”  “No problem,” he said.  “It’s only knee deep.  But the mosquitoes are pretty bad.”  He wasn’t kidding.  We rigged our net tent that night!

Aside from the mosquitoes, I wanted to say that I haven’t posted for awhile because we were having some computer issues.  I think they are solved now.  Hopefully.  We continue hiking 3 days a week–Tuesdays it’s ALL day, and Thursdays/Fridays for a couple of hours each.   Every week, we carry more weight.  I’m at 12 pounds now, which is just short of my “base weight” for the PCT.  (Base weight means the weight of my pack and gear, without the consumables of water and food).

The weather here in California is making our training hikes pretty muddy and wet.  On Tuesday we did the Cross Marin trail, plus much of the San Geronimo Ridge.  It’s a great hike for pouring rain weather, since so much of it is rocky rather than muddy, and the Cross Marin part is actually a paved bike path.  And pour it did!   Oh, man, did it pour!  I had decided to wear my waterproof/breathable raingear (which I do NOT wear for the PCT) and it reminded me again of why you can’t trust waterproof/breathable in a downpour that goes on and on.   It does NOT keep you dry!   I was pretty wet by the time we got back to our car at the end of the day.  Some of the wet was just sweat, but some of it was LEAKS.  On the PCT, we use very lightweight silnylon fabric for raingear, and cut to fit quite loosely.  It kept us dry and mostly not sweaty.

Our Tuesday hike was further enlivened by a thunderstorm, which is not that common around here.   Fortunately, when it started to flash ‘n rumble, we had just come down off San Geronimo Ridge.  Whew!  I would not want to have been up top when the lightning started.  All the creeks were roaring, muddy brown.  They looked a lot like the nasty creeks we had to get across going around Mt. Hood up in Oregon.  I was glad to have bridges over the creeks today!   We didn’t have to look for logs.  And we didn’t have to face the prospect of putting on cold, wet clothes, socks and shoes tomorrow morning.  Training hikes are fuuuuuun!