Author Archives: Gabriella Elliott

Stumbling Blocks and Brambles – Their Use and Appreciation

Using trekking poles to minimize your energy expenditure during backpacking can be a great idea. They can reduce your weight. The question is how do you make the most of them?

Some suggestions are:

  1. Block the trail with stones or rocks.

Find a sturdy tree to put the pieces underneath, either a rock or an artificial stump.

Make sure the path is wider than the pole you use for balancing.

Do this on the sides of the bend where the pole touches the ground.

jog on the spot where you have to put the pole.

The weight of the pole will help slow you down.

Find a rock to place under the pieces you have Positioned in the path.

Make sure the rock is solid and straight.

Don’t rely on chance. Be certain the rock under the pieces is large enough to support the weight of the pole you are using.

Rest where you have been at the top of the pole.

Lower your pole to the ground and away from the trail.

Consume as much energy you can when moving as fast as you can. The more you use your trekking poles the more you can compress the energy you use.

I have used my poles to direct traffic away from a leaky canoe which threatened to swamp the boat and movagation could not get back to camp quickly enough.

The poles also offer great stability while you are walking if you find your balance point tracking a little ways off.

Last but not least the poles are extremely lightweight per ounce.

Now when you are on the trail using trekking poles is a great idea and will reduce your stress on your knees and legs.

We are going to keep on multiple poles. We find ourselves on a trail and we need to switch directions quickly. It is so easy to become distracted in these situations. We have been using trekking poles to direct traffic away from our campsite. We keep because we hear noises in the middle of the night. We stopped to see if it was a bear and then we kept driving.

It is easy to become reinsorted in our day to day life and just allow the wheel of our boat to take us where we want to go.

NACONNE commented “We need to conserve energy. We only have a limited amount of energy.”

Wecap the day by fishing and at night a bonfire was held. This is something we do not do in our home towns. The people fish and the fish swim away to undetectable hiding places.

Fish remaining in the water swim away to where they were caught. Fish on the surface are less attractive to fish. Their goal is to eat and as they replace energy they go to the food. It is your job to catch and eat them.

I explained this to a young lady from the U.S. Marine Corps. She said “I don’t understand why people aren’t concerned about fish swimming away and not concerned about people remaining in the water.”

We caught some fish and had a wonderful time. I celebrated, she celebrated and the children celebrated their vigilance at not knowing what was happening.

The next day we headed for the nurseries. The children had fallen asleep and tired heads were pounding. The tide was coming in so fast that fish were starting to get their heads cut off to eat at the surface.

We stopped to tell stories about wranglers who had helped save the wife of an American soldier who had been captured and decommissioned. Her name wasistors something someone had said to her while watching TV. I liked to tell stories too. But I found out after the story that she was okay. She was OK with not talking about it.

It was a touch and go situation. I had the story and she did not. We went to bed late that night.

The next morning we headed for the nurse’s office. The doctor’s office was another pump and the damage was done.

breast cancer is delicate. It takes a while to kill it.

They had no symptoms. It grew back the next year too.

We spent the rest of the day talking and fishing on the grass banks at Camp Ocoee. The next evening was a dance by the campfire. Everyone had to get up in the middle of the night. It seemed like we kept going up to the top of the mountain because the people climbing up were soaked in blood.

Big House, our cabin was near the top of the mountain and guess what, we were the first people to get on the top of the big house. We stayed a few nights near the top of the big house and had a wonderful time. We were also the only ones on the mountain that had blueberries.

That is what the doctor told us. Blueberries were bad.

Adventures in Peru – Hiking Across the High Plain

A few years ago, I was planning on spending the whole month of July in the neighboring district of Ayacucho, working with other missionaries there, but as often happens here, plans change. One thing I did plan on was to make a stop at a nearby village to see if I could get a bit of a respite, rent a canoe and explore some remote trails. However, a few last minute things fell through and I wound up stuck in a capsized eleven foot rubber raft, which capsizes pretty quickly, but that’s not really the way you want to experience this part of the world. So instead I decided to head South to a little village called Huambo.

6 hours later, I arrived at Huambo, which is a remote little Peru village where I had heard that there was a road to the high plain. For a fee of $2.50 per person that included your boat and equipment, and if I remember right they also had the paddle and life jacket available for $4.00 per person, it sounded like a reasonable route to me.

Deciding to go to the north side of Huambo, I drove out of town about 5km and turned into the primary road, which is a dirt road that winds up and down all the way to the high plain. It was a great drive, not much wider than a regular car but thankfully it was on a weekend with no snow to slow the cars down.

The first half of the walk from the car to the ranch was easy, even though the second half would be 20km later, and by this time I was glad that I had remembered my map and remembered to bring a compass and, worst case scenario, a GPS.

At 11:30 I reached the rim of the canyon, which is the part that the Indian tribes told us was the home of the Tall Mans, contrary to version in the B movies. It was a pretty steep descent, but thankfully the main road was still quite good and I got to see a decent sized crater that helped me work up speed. It was time to go around the crater, I decided that going to the top of the rim would be a good idea.

It would be an easy enough walk, even without the GPS, but I was pretty tired by now so I drove to the top of the rim, which was about 4km, or 1 1/2 miles. There was a small marked trail going to the top, but it didn’t connect up with the main trail, which didn’t look like the right way to go anyway. I went down the trail a ways and stopped for a few short rest breaks, which was almost an hour by my watch, and came up again. I was ready to go again, as were most of the other members of the team. Almost as soon as we began our descent into the crater, the GPS stopped working, it started trying to batt up with a function that it shouldn’t have. It finally worked on the way down, but when it tried to migrate to the top, it lost the ability to guess how much river water would be going into the crater. I got it checked at the local Festigian Camp, and it was grudgingly agreed that it was probably the rain.

We arrived at the bridge in a hurry, only to find the area affected by the rains completely washed out. The bridge was not in our final plan and we decided to dump our gear and finish the hike on the beach at the edge of the crater. The next morning the rain continued and we were lucky to find an uncovered lot and an uncrowded beach that our group could camp next to. The water was high and rough and we decided that while the R/V might be able to handle it, the tent might not. After all the surrounding vegetation could probably be cut down to feed the mangroves, right? Well, that’s exactly what we did, and we are discussing whether or not that was the right decision. There were also a few hidden surprises after we stopped on the beach, such as this guy who chopped off his arm to survive a counted Ent in the recent rainfall.

How Agate City came to be There are still a few people living in Agate City, mostly those that built the city before it was swallowed up by the sea. There’s always a question of whether they will ever be able to rebuilt it to its original form. If you are fortunate enough to tour the city while it is still standing, there are still a few architectural wonders to behold, such as the note paper left in the water tower, which features the skyline of White Beach, along with a detailed explanation of the city’s original charter.

Water sports fans, don’t miss the wreck park behind the San Diego Zoo. It’s a wonderful wildlife spot and a haven for bird watchers.