The Spirit of All Star and Hoo Ra Lives On

Hello all, I hope you all had a good week. Last time we spoke was in Augusta, in the library there, a wonderful librarian named Susan, offered a rideunexpectedly and we took it. After a lond night of prep for Scapegoat Wilderness we were off with Suusan at 7 in the morning. It turns out she gave us a ride too give us the dirt on Augusta, she explained the intricacies and interactions of the towns people, and her husbands ranch, and the intensity of work done by the cattle ranchers. They take 5 minutes to decide who becomes hamburger and who doesnt and this dtermines their success in the owrld of cattle farming. In stantly on the trail my tendon tightened up and would make me lame for the next 60 miles. We made it a few miles before running into a fellow through hiker. We stopped for lunch and recognized Lynn to be the creator of The How To Hike the Continental Divide videos. We ate and shared stories and ideas with each other, then provided him with an image of us discussing the merits and shortcomings of fat free turkey peperoni. Lynn is now filiming a video about his hike specifically, hope it keeps going well buddy, we'll probably leap frog soon enough!
We continued through a burn area and found a spring gushing from the ground, the only other unfiltered water we drank was 50 feet from the top of a mountain, higher up or farther down the water the better I guess. We squished the mossy slopes and the wildflowers culminating around and wet our lips from this ice cold spring. After sitting we watched the butterflies form clouds of purple and orange. After this we reached a small pass and saw the rest of our way. At our first camp sight late in the night a couple Marcy and Retro, came into the area and cowboy camped on the porch.We all would have quite a day the next. The next day we ended up meeting at a junction, in a tragedy of the commons, we somehow legitimized a bushwq hack that sent us all way off target. They went ahead, we followed and immediately back tracked for we saw this was not our direction. We cut our losses and set up for a long next two days. The next morning, done with my boots, I decided I would hike in socks and sandals, previously I cut the liners from my running shorts and my boxers were poking out, needless to say I did not get those at Deveroes. We walked along great ridges, watched Vistas that took us 60 plus miles, from Bob Marshall to the north to Eastertn plains. We viewed Elk crazing in valleys, and descended for water. While eating an early dinner,rain came as we took shelter under a Douglas fir. This quickly turned into hail O <twice this big, WHOA! The ground turned into a bag of popcorn with icy kernels bouncing all around, the pellets welted our finger tips, and left an ice pebble beach to walk on. After this more rain and a wrond turn pitted us on a very high ridge with night falling with fifty feet of visibility. We were forced to set up tents and deal with circumstances. Our real threat lightning was becoming brighter and more apparent the later it got. I found my self in a stand of trees contemplating whther or not to get in my antenna that i sleep under. Alex and I entered are tents after much rationalization, he read and I became a God fearing believer for an hour before a postioned my body for a direct current transfer to the ground and went to sleep. The closer you get to the sky the more intimidating it becomes. I woke up in the night from a dream that my tent slid down the hill twenty feet, I tried to scoot my tent where it was. I called to Alex for bearings and he reponded,"We're alive!", yes we were. We came from our tents to realize we still had no visibilty. We walked alond a five mile ridge with little more than our heading and rock cairns. Clouds swept through us and where i could normally see miles, Alex was only a shape. We spotted a Mountain Lion print. And came upon a hawk when it took off and disappeared before it was very close to us. The sound startled me. By noon we descended a bit, we looked out the clouds parted like a drape and opened up a view of mountains and ridges, now we could find outr way. This dream sequence continued for rest of the day. We lunched at Lewis and Clark Pass where Merriweather Lewis stopped in 1806 on his return East, on that day his travel mate wounded a moose, his dog worried much. We summitted Green Mountain with the pace of a pack mule, this provided excellent vistas to the Eastern Plains and North to the Bob Marshall Wilderness and beyond? We made it by night fall and camped next to the high way after some failed hitch attempts. In the morning Lynn headed south by our camp, we chatted about our and his trials and tribulations, exitting he exclaimed, "The spirit of allstar and hoo ra live on", yep. We found a guy Jeff on the road and ended up getting a ride to the Sportsman lodge with Rick. He renovarted his Dodge van to look like a log cabin on the inside, very cozy. Now I write from Lincoln, the home of the Unibomber and the biggest (stuffed) Grizzly in the lower 48. We went to the post office where it all went down, I imagined it differently. Now we are refueling. Rick gave me the shoes off of his feet so no more sandal hiking. Thanks Rick. Marcyand Retro got in so they lived, awesome. TV is a little hard to handle. Yesterday we bought three pounds of flathead cherries, and its been red lips ever since. All in all Scapegoat was the business. This is All Star and Hoo Ra we love you Detroit, good night.