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  • 2013 Trip: Quetico, Heart of the Park

    MOS Adventurers-

    Ready to shake off the winter chill?  Just imagine paddling across a cool lake on a warm, sunny summer day, in the middle of millions of acres of rugged wilderness beauty.  Or seeing the setting sun, bathing wisps of clouds in orange and red, while the loons begin their evening calls.  Oh yeah and, after 6 days in the woods, the best hot shower, cold beer and hot tub soak you’ve ever had.  That’s right kiddies… after 4 years in other locales, we’re headed back to Quetico!

    Details…

    WHAT: 6 Days of canoeing (and portaging), camping, fishing, exploration and fun

    WHERE: Quetico Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada

    WHEN: August 17-24, 2013

    WHO: Group size is limited to 9 people.  We’ll take people until we’re full-up, so first-come first-served!  ***UPDATE 4/22: 8 of the 9 slots are taken, only 1 remains.  Get your name in by 5/1 if you want to go!***

    HOW MUCH: Budgeted from Chicago and back, about $600-$800 per person.  Includes: permits, all in-park food, canoe rentals (if needed), group meals in transit, hotel nights (1 in, 1 out), group gear (packs, stove, etc.), gas for the drive up and back from Chicago, and any other group outfitting needs.  Does NOT include beers to drink in the hot tub after we exit the park, that’s seperate.

     

    Quetico Provincial Park is the Canadian mirror to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.  Bigger and much less travelled than its border-sharing American cousin, Quetico and the surrounding crown lands make up a nearly 2 million acre roadless wilderness of lakes, streams and ancient forests clinging to ancient rock.  The only way in, out or through the park is with a canoe to paddle and 2 feet to portage from lake to lake – no motorized boats or vehicles of any kind on these waters.  You can go days or more without seeing another human soul, but you won’t likely leave without seeing a moose or two, or maybe hearing wolves howling in the distance.  Fishing is superb for walleye, northern pike, smallmouth and largemouth bass, and lake trout.  There are archaelogical sites scattered throughout the park, reminding you whose path you are following.  The night sky is a riot of stars and sometimes, the Northern Lights.

    So what does a Quetico trip look like?  For those uninitiated, here’s how this goes.  The group leaves in cars from Chicago early on Saturday morning, to make the long drive up to Ely, Minnesota, where we will stay (with the outfitter/resort in a cabin) for the night (do final gear shake-out, out to dinner, etc.).  Sunday morning (early again) we put our boats, our gear and ourselves on a motor boat, and the outfitter drives us across some lakes to the edge of the park to drop us off.  That is where the trip really starts.  We will spend 6 days and 5 nights canoeing, portaging, camping, fishing and exploring in the park, probably in a 2-days-in, 2-days-base-camp, 2-days-out format.  Most of the travelling is done in canoes on the water, but some connections between lakes require portagingfollowing a trail (sometimes a rough one) ranging from a few yards to a mile, carrying the canoes and gear to the next lake.  The camping is primitive – there are no facilities or enhancements, the campsites are just areas where you can put a tent or two down, and might have a fire ring to gather ’round.  On the final day we get a boat hop back out to our cars from the edge of the park, and drive back into Ely to check into a hotel for much-needed showers, followed by dinner, beers, swimming, etc.  Then on Saturday, we drive back to Chi-town.

    And what about this particular trip – what route are we taking this time?  Each trip we do, we visit different places – if you don’t have a Quetico map this paragraph may seem like a foreign language.  This trip, we are putting in at Lac La Croix, which is the southwest of 6 primary put-ins, and the only one we haven’t yet used.  We’ll be headed east over the Black Robe Portage to McAree, Pond and Wicksteed lakes, to camp the first night on Wicksteed or Darky.  2nd day in, its Darky, Brent, possibly William and on to either Suzanette or Conmee for a base camp.  We camp there 3 nights and 2 days, doing day trips into the very heart of the park – Delahey and Veron, Camel, and anywhere else we want to visit.  On the way back out, we can either do the Memory Lane portages to Poohbah and then the Maligne River out (Via Minn), or one of a few other routes, back to Lac La Croix.

    In terms of personal gear, you’ll need a sleeping bag, appropriate clothing/shoes and either a passport or similar identification to enter Canada.  A gear list will be sent out to people going with further details, and if you don’t have a passport, we can discuss with you what your other options are.  Also, IMPORTANT: YOU MUST KNOW HOW TO SWIM TO GO ON A QUETICO TRIP.  You don’t have to be a life guard or anything, but you need to be able to handle yourself in the water.  We will have life vests and other safety equipment, but strange things sometimes happen, and we will be spending a lot of time on the water.  If you don’t feel comfortable in the water, but want to go, then you best get to work on some lessons.

    A brief warning, as we do with all of our trips, especially if you are new to the wilderness… a wilderness is by nature and name, wild.  We will be, at times, multiple days’ travel from any sort of civilization or help, and you are exposed to all the elements while on the trip.  Weather can be erratic, trails poorly marked and maintained, and waters unforgiving.  Make sure you are mentally and physically prepared for that.

    Now with all that stuff out of the way, what is your reward?  All the beauty of a unique wilderness, stunning sunsets and night skies, tranquility, comraderie and an adventure unlike any other.  Sound good?  Are you ready for the challenge?

     If you are interested in this trip, please contact Matt Cassidy (dwt -at- middleofsomewhere -dot- com), or talk to us on the MOS Co-op Facebook page.  We are taking names now on a first-come, first-serve basis, and we have a limit of 9 people (park rules).  So if you are considering it, you should get in touch soon!  Feel free to ask us any anything, we are happy to answer any questions you may have.

    We hope to see you outside!

    -DWT

  • 2012 Trip: We’re Going to California

    MOS Adventurers-

    We now have dates and a tenative location for our 2012 trip!  Exact location will be finalized a bit later, but we will be backpacking for 3 days, over the weekend of September 8-9, in northern California.  Current tenative locale is going to be either the Desolation or the Carson-Iceberg Wilderness Area, just west of Lake Tahoe.  But we are also looking at other nearby areas, including Granite Chief, Yosemite, Ansel Adams and John Muir.

    Details…

    WHAT: 3 Days and 2 nights backpacking in mountainous wilderness

    WHERE: Carson-Iceberg or Desoltion Wilderness Area, California

    WHEN: September 6-10, 2012

    WHO: Group size limited to 10 people, currently 8 open slots

    HOW MUCH: About $300-$350 per person, plus airfare to the area if needed, includes permits, group food and camping supplies, group meals, hotel night(s), group gear, vehicle rentals and gas.

     

    Desolation and Carson-Iceberg present some of the most beautiful and dramatic scenery in the High Sierras.  Both areas have well-maintained trail systems leading to countless glacial tarns (lakes), waterfalls, lush meadows and dense forests for endless exploration.  Altitudes range from 5,000′ to 12,000′ ASL, passing through numerous biomes and climates.  Desolation is heavily visited, but has some particularly spectacular vistas and lakes.  Carson-Iceberg provides more lush vegetation and more opportunity for seclusion.

    This trip will work like other long-weekend hauls that MOS has done recently.  Day 1 is a travel day, everyoone arriving in the Bay Area, acquiring supplies, and staging up near the wilderness.  Days 2 through 4 are backpacking in the wilderness.  The end of Day 4 is the traditional hotel/drinks/hot tub wind-down, and Day 5 we all go back to our “normal” lives.

    Because of the rugged terrain and altitude, it is recommended that participants be in reasonably good physical shape for such a trip.  We won’t be doing any technical climbing or running any alpine triathalons, and you don’t need to a superior athlete by any stretch.  But just walking these trails carrying 30 pounds of gear can be pretty taxing.  If you are unsure if you are up to it, just ask, we’ll talk you through it.  As long as you are mentally ready, you will probably find you are up to the challenge.

    Your reward for the hard work is the unparalleled exprience of adventuring in a true wilderness, and seeing all that nature has to offer the Sierras.  You will probably even make some new friends along the way.

    If you are interested in this trip, please contact Matt Cassidy or Scott Steiner, or talk to us on the MOS Co-op Facebook page.  We are taking names now on a first-come, first-serve basis, and we have a limit of 10 people.  So if you are considering it, you should get in touch soon!  Feel free to ask us any anything, we are happy to answer any questions you may have.

    We hope to see you outside!

    -DWT

  • New Website, New Trips!

    Welcome to the new and improved Middle of Somewhere website!

    We’ve listened to your suggestions, and we are delivering.  This new website will allow us to keep content much more up to date – that means pictures, diaries and other goodies being available more quickly, and more importantly, we’ll be able to publish new trip information earlier to make your planning easier.  The site allows for comments and discussion, site-wide search, and some other nice toys.  Also, it looks really cool!

    Read the new About Us page to see what we are all about… Check out the Diaries page to see past trip journals, some with embedded pics… peruse the Photo Gallery to see 20 years’ worth of images from our trips… See who all has gone outside with us over the years on the People page (formerly known as Legends)… And of course, find out all the details on our future scheduled trips on the Upcoming Trips page!

    MOS is now entering its 20th year of expeditions!  We’ve completed over 30 trips, to 9 states and provinces, and more than 60 different people have joined us in the fun.

    What’s next, you ask?  Go to the Upcoming Trips page to learn more, and let us know if you want to go!

    Last be definitely not least, please give mad props to our web guru, Minna Mazza of Blue Agate.  This awesome website is her creation!

  • 2012 Trip: TBA, Now Taking Suggestions

    MOS adventurers!

    We have not yet decided on the destination or timing for our 2012 trip(s).  But we are always interested in hearing your ideas!

    Here are a few thoughts we are throwing around currently…

    QUETICO: We do a canoeing trip to Quetico Provincial Park in Ontario, Canada, once every few years.  The last one was in 2009, so, 2012 may be time to go back again.  The great thing is, we’ve done Quetico over a dozen times, and never done the same route twice.  Lots of the park still left to explore.  This would be a week-long trip, in the summer months.

    CALIFORNIA BACKPACKING: Three of the Seven MOS Advisors currently reside in California.  The Big Bear state has some of the nation’s premier backcountry parks and wilderness areas.  And yet, MOS has never done a trip to Cali.  This should be remedied, soon.  Some of the wilderness areas we’ve looked at include Yosemite, Desolation, Carson-Iceberg, John Muir, Ventana, Sequoia – Kings Canyon, Lassen Volcanic and Siskiyou.  This could be a weekender, or a week-long backpacking trip.

    SUPERIOR TRAIL: When we want a canoeing trip, we hit the north woods.  When we want a backpacking trip, we head west.  Well, what about backpacking the north woods?  the Superior Hiking Trail is a 277-mile wonder that tracks along the rocky ridgelines along the north shore of Lake Superior in Minnesota.  Plenty of water sources, always a short walk to a beach, you can go campsite to campsite or town to town.

    WEST COAST TRAIL, VANCOUVER ISLAND: This would be our first backpacking trip north of the border, and also our first coastal hiking trip.  The trail is supposed to be spectacular, you can camp on beaches… what else could you ask for?  This is likely a week-long trip.

    MIDDLE OF NOWHERE: Being we are Middle of Somewhere, and we make such an effort to find pristine wilderness… how about a backpacking trip to the point in the Lower 48 that is furthest from any road?  That’s 22 miles as the crow flies, but more than 30 (each way) by trail distance.  This spot on the map is in the middle of the largest roadless wilderness in the Continental US – the River of No Return Wilderness, Targhee National Forest, Idaho.  The wilderness has 2,616 miles of trails, so no getting bored here.  If we intend to reach that mystical point on the map, it will take a solid week of hiking.

    Any of those have special appeal?  Have another suggestion?  Let us have it!

     

  • Trip Journal: Fire Water (2011, Apache Kid Wilderness, New Mexico)

    MOS-11-1 “Fire Water” Trip Journal
    Written by Heather “Gertie” Cramond

    Trip Dates: 8/5-10/2011
    Destination: Apache Kid Wilderness Area, Cibola National Forest, New Mexico
    Adventurers:

    Matt “Dances with Trees” Cassidy (Advisor)

    Mark “Skele-toe” Zeutzius (Advisor)

    Scott “Water Walker” Steiner (Advisor)

    Jess Cassidy

    Mark “Tall Pack” Yocom

    Emily Harrington

    Heather “Gertie” Cramond

    Ashish “Ashimal” Gheware

    Photos from this trip can be seen on the trip’s Gallery Page

     

    Thursday: Show me your gear!
    After a 20 minute train ride, I’m chauffeured by Mrs. Cassidy to headquarters and am shown the new shutters (they’re lovely). Despite the cicada buzz, it is eerily quiet without Miranda, who has been shuttled to grandma’s for a bedtime-free weekend of bliss. The still is soon broken, however, as DWT suggests that I show him my gear. This is the first of many times I have to remind DWT that this is a family show, and that such requests should really be transmitted through his wife. Because he is in pack leader mode, I get the stink eye. I also get a much lighter flashlight and sleeping bag, a sleeping pad, a knife and some other awesomeness. We make a trip to REI and Target for some last minute items (hurray! Clearance coffee!), call Miranda, and eat the first of many chile-liscious meals. I’m glad DWT is in charge; I’m the only one in the house getting a good night’s sleep tonight.

    Friday: The transition to vacation Matt
    The three of us pace around the house muttering to ourselves. Should I put my shoes…. where did I put my….I guess I don’t really need. The first thing I say out loud is,“There’s a weird man with gloves looking in the window.” The weird man, of course, turns out to be the cab driver. We load into the car and have a relatively uneventful check-in. Ashimal, another trip newbie, meets us at the gate. We’re all impressed at his lack of carry-on. Once in Albuquerque, we started the Mark shuffle. After loading up Skeletoe’s car, we found Smocum, hereafter known as Tall Pack, and headed to Applebee’s. More salsa. Another shopping trip (oh, yeah, water would be nice), then back to the airport, gather the last two, more salsa. At long last, we load into the car and make the trip to the Cibola Wilderness [Editor’s Note: actually the Apache Kid Wilderness, in the Cibola National Forest] area ready for some wildlife. The wildlife is not impressed by us, except for the baby cows, which Jess suggests seem to be disturbed by the large metal cows containing many hairless cows. After a dusty, bumpy hour or so in Skeletoe’s car, we arrive at Springtime. We set up our three tents, and behold: fire. With the fire comes s’mores, some ugly, some uglier than that; we also got a few ghost stories from Jess. All completely true of course. As we rub our hands in dirt to remove the marshmallow and wander off to water the trees, I realize that the planning is over and the trip has finally started.

    Saturday: Which way do these stairs go? They go up.
    Well, most of the planning is over. We send Tall Pack and Walks-on-Water back to the fine city of Truth or Consequences to find fuel, or as they put it “get gas.” This joke is used almost as frequently as the jokes about tent poles. The runners have some trouble getting supplies, so we don’t actually hear from them until later in the day. Perhaps they should have prayed to the Chuck Norris statue.

    The other seven of us –I’m counting Squiggy, our rubbery scorpion mascot–start the ascent to what will become our base camp. There is some disagreement about the distance, as most of the signage is less interested in our campsite and more interested in San Mateo peak, but all agreed that it was somewhere around 4 miles, and the general direction was up. Breaks are pretty frequent (some for the view, some for breathing), and many, many snacks are consumed. Team Cassidy separates, keeping the newbies (Ashimal, me, and Emily) between them, and Skeletoe helps keep the small herd moving. The trees are frequently watered, and we discover Ashimal’s love for throwing things. While Jess, Emily and I are busy composing a song about our current seat called “Lovely Lady Logs” (What you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your pack?), we are scared to a very brief silence by something bounding off into the trees below. Brief, because once we realized it was an Ashimal, not an animal, we give Ash his new trail name and continue our songwriting.

    We hit a spring about a mile away from camp, but it’s dry. No one is surprised by this, as most of us have nearly emptied our reservoirs and some us have some pretty poofy fingers. By this point, our runners have joined us. They’ve also noticed the trail of M&Ms that I’ve left them. It turns out when I throw trail mix at my mouth while walking, I have pretty bad aim. While candy connoisseurs will of course argue that M&Ms are not Reese’s Pieces, the group agreed on Gertie as my new trail name. Because we’re running low on water, Walks-on-Water, Emily, and the Marks head off to Twentyfive Yard Spring, which is supposed to be near where we plan to camp. The rest of us think really hard about setting up. First things first: we bust out the roti bread that Ashimal’s wife Chaitra has made for the trip. It’s difficult to explain the wonder that is roti bread, but just imagine ground peanuts and ghee inside fried bread. The water crew radios back that the spring was farther away than we thought, and we realize that they have not had lunch. DWT heads off in their general direction, roti in hand. He will offer it to them like a marathon water station attendant, but most of them want the bread in their mouths, not thrown over their heads. In the meantime, Ashimal, Jess and I learn just how bad a bunch of supposedly smart people can be with spatial relations. Eventually, the tents go up, sleeping bags are unfurled, and the water team returns triumphant.

    At this point, chef and defacto camp mom Jess cooks her first propane meal: there is great rejoicing. The chocolate mousse in a bag for dessert is less of a success, at least in terms of maintaining hygiene. Tall Pack teaches us a card game called May I?”, or if you’re DWT “Oh, mine, that one.” Luckily, Ashimal has brought 3 packs of cards, and my pen is not lost. More rejoicing. Perhaps the most wondrous thing of the evening is how, following Talls Pack’s lead, we make our sleeping pads into recliners of a sort. We’re having so much fun playing cards and are so grateful to have our boots off, that we barely notice the on-again-off-again rain that starts to smear the cards until one by one, we drift off to our tents.

    Sunday:
    We split into two teams. Jess, Ash and I are all really excited to see the Apache Kid gravesite. DWT is excited to spend a day with his wife. The other four, I believe, head off to Myers Cabin and Vicks Peak. Each group covers somewhere between 8 & 9 miles.

    The Apache kid group stops at Twentyfive Yard Spring on the way, because, although Monday will be mostly downhill, we used a bunch of the water to cook last night, and we also all enjoy not dying. It is a little hotter than the day before. Our hike is v shaped: down then up on the way in, and down then up on the way back. We see most of the same critters as we had the day before: some horny-toad-looking lizards who seem to be more pink up in the rockier parts of the trail, and some squirlish fellows. I also see a butterfly that borders on indigo. DWT gives us a little geology lesson on the area (much of the weirdness of the area is volcanic rather than tectonic), and shows us some of the trees that quickly fill in after there’s a fire: aspen, and some type of conifer that I forget, the pinecone of which is activated by fire. When we finally make it to the gravesite, we find a hacked up tree, but not where DWT’s GPS coordinates had said the grave would be. We feel somewhat satisfied that this is it, so we take pictures with a horseshoe nailed to a tree and call it a success. We hit the spring on the way back and realize both that we’ve killed the filter, and that if you put a double-shot of electrolyzing salt into the water, it tastes like pool. Good thing we brought gatorade. We return to the camp, and change into slightly less smelly clothes before another much-appreciated dinner. By this point in the trip, I’ve made short work of most of my allotment of snacks. More spotty rain sends us to bed early after an attempt at round 3 of May I?, and I’m grateful, as my brain has gotten really used to not doing much work.

    Monday: I’ve already done one dumb thing with Scott today
    Walks-on-Water decides to make coffee on top of the ranger tower at San Mateo Peak, about 3/4 of a mile away from camp. DWT and I are close behind, and soon Ash starts the trek. Yes, there are a number of things wrong with this idea: it was rather windy; the bottom ladder wasn’t secure; some boards were missing. However, it’s important to note that when you mix Starbucks Via with Swiss Miss, you get something that resembles mocha. This is important.

    When we return to base camp, more responsible folks have packed up the tents and sleeping bags, and we all get our packs ready to head down after one more group picture. It occurs to us that Squiggy may be dead. I had placed him in the rainfly on Saturday afternoon in the hopes of freaking someone out, but he has not been see since. I consider pouring one out for him, but consider what it took to get the water; Squiggy would rather I was hydrated. And so, we go down. We’re all pretty amazed that we made it up there in the first place and that we don’t see any of the leavers of the large and various types of animal scat that surround Springtime on our return.

    We pack our sore, stinky selves into to cars. Tall Pack, Walks-on-Water, Emily and Ashimal head to Albequerque: Tall Pack heads home to see his ladies and take a shower. The other three head to Santa Fe in a rented car “much like your grandmother might drive” so that no one need get up early with Emily and Walks-on-Water. Our carful does useful things like stop at McDonald’s. We find a gas station that sells pop in glass bottles. Unfortunately, those bottles come with extra flies, which ride with us for the rest of the trip to Santa Fe. Also the stock market crashed while we were gone. So there’s that.

    We arrived at the hotel, and wonder of wonders, shower. Dinner, not surprisingly, involves more salsa, chips, and guac. Tall Pack, who’s rejoined us for dinner, heads home, and we go to a small theatre to see Cowboys and Aliens, which was filmed in Santa Fe. The movie was, to paraphrase both Jess and The Onion, a “peanut butter and peanut butter sandwich.” At least Ashimal got a nice nap, Walks-on-Water got to play video games, and Daniel Craig, did, as expected, take his shirt off.

    Thus ends our adventure as a group.

    – Gertie