Philmont 2012 a look back Day 3

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Day 3: I have to admit it was hard waking up the second morning but I knew we needed to get going and eat food. For some reason throughout the whole trip, I was starving in the mornings. I took down the tent because Michael was helping with something else and then Rob got down the bear bags and we got our personal gear and then we ate which was the usual of granola bars and other energy bars and then headed off for Crags Camp.

We stopped at the cabin just outside of Rimrock to fill up with water and do our porch talk. Ron went up to ask the guy for a porch talk and the guy responded with “You guys wanna milk a goat?” and Ron replied “uh… sure?” and proceeded walking towards the wooden shack. The man never told us his name but he was really good at milking goats and he taught us how to do it. It was really easy and everybody got it. We weren’t allowed to drink the milk. I was kinda happy because it didn’t look very good to be honest.

By this time, we are already late but we (mainly Rob) decided to go at a slower pace because we just woke up. The hike itself wasn’t bad but I think it was day three where Robert got the trots, so it was a bad day for him. I was loving it. I noticed that I wouldn’t talk for a good hour or so just because I was looking around at the scenery and keeping focused at where we were going and what we were going do when we got there. I also noticed that when I got bored after about three hours of hiking I would start planning the day out and the following days about the camp sites and food just to make time go a little faster, which it did and very soon we stopped at Abreu for a map check.

We thought we were in Old Abreu a quarter mile down the trail, and we were quite unhappy when we got to Old Abreu to find out that we were farther away than we thought. It was about here where we encountered our first river crossing. We unclipped our packs and crossed the 1 log wide bridge. Ginette was the only one who had trouble because she is not a big fan of heights. Lunch followed and it was just about the same as breakfast only there was more. There was almost always trail mix or something similar. After 3 days of it, I gave mine to Michael cause I was sick of the stuff!

We continued hiking and Dalton continues running his mouth. By this time everyone wanted to sew it shut! The worst part was he would tell us these completely b.s. stories over and over again. Ron was about ready to crack but luckily we were almost at Crags. Spencer made us stop for a 20 min. break and we all wanted to keep going… until we saw the view. It was by far one of my favorite spots in all of Philmont.  We also had to do our first real switchback about a half a mile out from camp, but we finally got there.

Crags was a trail camp, so no staff, but it did have a stream running next to it so that was our water. We got camp set up and then everyone went to pump water except me. I used the latrine. Spencer was using his pump, which is exactly the same as Adam’s, and it was fast compared to Rob’s old one. We finished our 2 Dromedaries then gave Dalton the old slow one so he could do his part. I then loudly announced that I had to go back to camp to check on the food and everybody volunteered to come help me. Dalton had to finish pumping so we sat on the rocks waiting for the water to boil and when Dalton was finally done he gave the pump back to Rob and came and joined us.

Rob confronts Dalton and asks “where’s the O-ring?” Dalton was quite confused and said “What O-ring?” Rob then explains where it goes and that the pump was disassembled incorrectly. Dalton then explains that nothing fell out when he was taking it apart. A small argument breaks out and Rob wins. We were all happy but Dalton was embarrassed. Robert and Seth then cook and we eat.

Michael does his thing and I do my wilderness Ghia thing. Guns and roses follow and then Spencer says that in the morning he will leave us. He then pulls out a pound cake and frosting and says that we, overall, were a good troop and then gave us the pound cake. We gladly accept it and eat it. It was warm but delicious. After about 20 min. of cleanup, we put up the oops bag and go to bed.

This is a continuation of my brothers trail diary of his Philmont Trip in the summer of 2012. To read all of the previous posts you can find them here:

Adam Nutting relishes being an avid backpacker, hiker, and all-around adventure junkie. While he currently spends his time hiking in the backcountry of southern Arizona, he grew up in Missouri, where he was naturally inclined to spend as much time as he could outdoors. Adam’s passion for the outdoors grew as he climbed the ranks of the Cub Scouts and the Boy Scouts, eventually attaining the rank of Eagle Scout.

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