Each year a group of friends gather together to break away from the routine of daily life, tone down expectations and enjoy the blessing it is to live in this truly gorgeous part of God's country. This tradition started in 2010 when my longtime best friend and I embarked on a journey to the Selkirk Mountains with little more than 40 pounds of food, a 20,000 foot satellite image of the surrounding country and a desire - to get lost.
We succeeded. We found ourselves bushwhacking through the wilderness that is the Selkirk Mountains near Long Mountain Lake. We encountered many good times and were able to increase our bond as friends into that of brothers. Two years went by without a hike and then last year it happened. I gathered five of my closest friends and we embarked on a hopeful journey of 35 miles in the Selkirk Mountains. Oblivious to the water levels in mid June, we decided to make the trek. We came to the first of three "Crik" crossings and were met with a beast torrent that only Posideon himself could have congured up. The sounds was deafening and in that moment, we chose to forgo the remainder of the trip. We camped next to the raging river of death and woke up to find that our ears had adjusted to the sound of the overpowering river. We tinkered around camp and headed back down the trail with our tails between our legs.
This year, we are prepared for the ride and less than a week from now, myself and five other guys will once again make our decent into Long Canyon to attempt the 35 mile journey through the last unlogged drainage in the state of Idaho. We are prepared for grizzly bears, raging rivers and 15,000 ft of altitude change over the length of the trip. Wish us luck and pictures from last year are going to be posted on the photography page.
We succeeded. We found ourselves bushwhacking through the wilderness that is the Selkirk Mountains near Long Mountain Lake. We encountered many good times and were able to increase our bond as friends into that of brothers. Two years went by without a hike and then last year it happened. I gathered five of my closest friends and we embarked on a hopeful journey of 35 miles in the Selkirk Mountains. Oblivious to the water levels in mid June, we decided to make the trek. We came to the first of three "Crik" crossings and were met with a beast torrent that only Posideon himself could have congured up. The sounds was deafening and in that moment, we chose to forgo the remainder of the trip. We camped next to the raging river of death and woke up to find that our ears had adjusted to the sound of the overpowering river. We tinkered around camp and headed back down the trail with our tails between our legs.
This year, we are prepared for the ride and less than a week from now, myself and five other guys will once again make our decent into Long Canyon to attempt the 35 mile journey through the last unlogged drainage in the state of Idaho. We are prepared for grizzly bears, raging rivers and 15,000 ft of altitude change over the length of the trip. Wish us luck and pictures from last year are going to be posted on the photography page.