Re: Courtright Reservoir to Rae Lake info
Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 9:31 am
That's the key!!! Get him hooked first. I spent several years as a divemaster. After many, many beach dives in questionable conditions, I learned that the question is not "can I do it?", it's "will I have fun?". With this in mind, I always consider my hiking partner(s) with respect to their abilities and fashion the trip with their limitations in mind. I want everyone with me to have fun.
Once you see the fire in his eyes, you can take him to the top of Hell For Sure Pass and let him look over the top. I did that with my wife many years ago. It took two seasons of day hikes, overnighters, and a prior year trip over Piute pass to Muriel lake to bring her to the place where she could do multi-day pack movements. We stayed at Post Corral Meadow in an open packer's camp. Next day to Rae Lake, then next day a day hike to the top of HFS pass and back to Rae Lake. Returning to Post Corral the next day, we decided it was too crowded (July 4th weekend had arrived), so we headed out. She started to cry the last mile, but all of the wonderful stuff had already happened and she was getting used to the fact that the longest mile is always the last one, just yesterday, she was reminiscing (sp) the view from HFS pass. My roll of film got lost in the mail, so there were never any pics from that trip, but the view down is permanently etched in her minds eye.
Once you see the fire in his eyes, you can take him to the top of Hell For Sure Pass and let him look over the top. I did that with my wife many years ago. It took two seasons of day hikes, overnighters, and a prior year trip over Piute pass to Muriel lake to bring her to the place where she could do multi-day pack movements. We stayed at Post Corral Meadow in an open packer's camp. Next day to Rae Lake, then next day a day hike to the top of HFS pass and back to Rae Lake. Returning to Post Corral the next day, we decided it was too crowded (July 4th weekend had arrived), so we headed out. She started to cry the last mile, but all of the wonderful stuff had already happened and she was getting used to the fact that the longest mile is always the last one, just yesterday, she was reminiscing (sp) the view from HFS pass. My roll of film got lost in the mail, so there were never any pics from that trip, but the view down is permanently etched in her minds eye.