- September 19, 2016
- Posted by Crispin Peters
It was mid July when my crew and I were sent to an ill traversed trail on Odell mountain. Located just outside of wisdom Montana, Odell mountain would prove to be one of the most challenging and delightful experiences for our crew this season. We began the hitch with a 4 mile hike in. Our sponsor had provided us with a few mules to haul our gear and for that we very grateful. This was the first back country hitch of the season and I had grossly over packed. My pack weighed 60lbs, almost double the average weight of my fellow members. About a mile into the hike I ditched a good amount of socks and underwear in the woods for pick on the way back. When we first arrived at camp we were greeted by our voracious new hosts, the mosquitoes. Any piece of skin uncovered soon became a pin cushion for our thirsty neighbors. The term human juice box was something I wasn’t familiar with until my hitch at Odell. The work we did was installing rock bars. The work was hard and on top of that the weather had begun to become more inclement as the days passed. It was about the third day that we began to experience powerful thunderstorm with lightning that at times would halt our work for up to an hour. That night at about 3am I was awoken very suddenly by my tent collapsing onto me. It had been snowing all night and the tree above me dumped a great pillow of snow right on my tent. That morning we spent digging out our camp and drying our gear by a nice warm fire. The work resumed the next day and the rest of the hitch continued with rainy weather and heavy lifting. We had been tested as a crew and passed with flying colors. We were stronger as crew for what we had gone through and it was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything.
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