Lucky in Truckee

I feel so lucky. The trail just seems to be getting better and better. Every day is a treat — every turn reveals a new scene . This last stretch was full of dramatic landscapes. I walked out of Tahoe, through the Desolation Wilderness on my way to Sierra City.  Luck was on my side on this stretch. 

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I set up shots like by mounting a GoPro on a mini Gorilla Pod. I connected to the camera with my phone. This allowed me to use my Phone as a monitor and remote. Hi-Tech stuff out here. 

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There was a patch of dirt just long enough to fit my tent in. The skies were clear and it was warm enough to sleep without the fly. 

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:::Puts on tin hat:::

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I stopped under this chairlift for lunch. I had some cheese and salami — which was pretty memorable, seeing as I'm writing about this almost a year later. I also remember this location because it is where I thought I had left my GoPro. I realized this nearly 25 miles later just as I was approaching the town of Truckee. 

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I came across a beautiful vista that needed an adventure photo taken. I stopped, took off my backpack and dug around looking for my GoPro. First search revealed nothing. Second, more desperate search — nothing. Third search, the contents of my bag strewn all over a rock  ... nothing.

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This crow saw me muttering harsh words to myself. Only this crow knows how loudly I was swearing. I decided it was lost and that I should keep going on to Truckee and maybe get a ride back to the ski hill. 

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I arrived at Donner Pass thinking that maybe I could catch a ride back to that chairlift if I could get down to Truckee. On my way down I ran into a trail runner, I stopped him and asked him if he lived in Truckee. He said "Yes, you need a ride?" I told him I sure did and he said "Well I'm going to run to the top and then If your at my truck when I get back down I'll give you a lift." 

Luck seemed to be shifting in my favor. I got to the truck in time and caught a ride down with this kind runner. I asked him to drop me off at a hotel or a grocery store and I could go from there. He offered to put me up for the night and I took him up on the offer. We drove up a hill to an amazing house that he had built. Huge windows and an amazing view of the lake. The house was definitely a labor of love. He is a carpenter by trade so there were beautiful details around every corner. 

That night I washed up and did my laundry. We shared stories over a beer. I was in awe of his achievements in ultra running and construction, he was inspired by my walk. I retired early and wrote to GoPro to tell them my sob story. Unfortunately, stupidity isn't something they cover. 

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I decided it was as good gone and I should just get back on the trail. An expensive loss, but I was shooting most of my photos with my phone so I figured I'd survive, though I'd mourn the loss. 

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On the set of Fern Gulley. 

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I arrived in Sierra City to pick up a drop box, drink some brews and eat some delicious sandwiches. I was hanging around the convenience store with these dirt bags when Gear Slut came strolling into town. "Hey did anyone lose a GoPro?" 

I was excited and a bit embarrassed but I instantly shouted "YES!" I was so grateful and gave him a big smelly hug. Again I was reminded that people are good. I was reunited with my silly little camera and I hit the trail again with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. 

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CANADA BABY! (in 1300 miles)