Troop 727 Philmont July 4-16, 2009 Itinerary 24 – 71 Rugged Miles (88 actually)
Christopher – Our Fearless (ish) leader. AKA - Dirk
Danny – The Navigator. AKA – The Naviguesser, Ground Berry, The Tranny
Riley – The Cook AKA – Cookie
Andrew AKA – Hot Dog and Flyboy
Joe AKA – The Donkey Whisperer
Michael AKA – Mini-Vinnie
Michael AKA – The Animal
Nicholae AKA – Goldilocks
Trevor AKA – Paco (The Burro)
Pat – Our Ranger
Mr. Claassen – Crew Advisor AKA: Silvertoes or Twinkle Toes
Mr. Martinez AKA – Taco Tent Trixie
Mr. Powell AKA – BIG BOY!
In the beginning, there were 4 baldies
And then there were 7
Base Camp – Day 1
The road went on forever, but are those mountains in the distance?
In camp, just before pictures
The bell…don’t walk in front of it!
I wannaaaaa go baaaaacccckkkk to Philmont
Day 2 – Base Camp to Ponil Turnaround to Sioux
Ponil Turnaround…the beginning of the hiking
Hiking is not a clean activity!
We made it through our first hike!
View from Sioux Camp…this could be Mt. Lion (or not!)
Clustered but not in a row
The now infamous…Taco Tent
Day 3 – Sioux to Ponil to Pueblano
They made us take a burro…which one to take?
Pueblano – remember the logger children!?
And the tent is still standing…ta da!
The beginning of the wildlife viewing
Loggerball… anyone remember the rules?
Loggers against all these scouts…and they still won!
The creek by our Pueblano campsite
The Company Meeting
Day 4 – Pueblano to Miranda to Baldy Town
Spar Pole climbing…our crew leader showed us the way
Michael P’s turn
Andrew kissing the eye bolt…interestingly there are about 12 pictures of him climbing and zero of his dad
Danny showing the proper technique
Owoc steadily climbing
Almost there Riley
Joe yelling something manly
Big Boy removing the belt after reaching the top
The views from Pueblano to Miranda were awesome
More trail to Miranda
The jackass is taking a break
Good riddance Paco!
Oh for $700
Why that’s Michael Zotti! It was unexpected and very cool to see a St. Martha’s boy at Miranda.
On the way to Baldy Town
This is the view from the porch of the main cabin at Baldy Town (10,000 ft)
Day 5 – Side Hike Baldy Mountain
Baldy behind baldy town
The next several pictures are from the top of Baldy
Day 6 – Baldy Town to Baldy Skyline
After we did our conservation… making nice sweet trail at Baldy Town!
Skeleton…Looks like a burro..but it is missing something
Oh Yeah! The skull! This is sitting about 8 feet up in the tree above the body.
Remnants of gold miners
On the trail to Baldy Skyline
More day 6 scenery
That’s Baldy again in the background
Are we there yet?
Two baldies with one more in the background
Two more baldies
It’s not all uphill
Day 7 – Baldy Skyline to Devil’s Wash Basin (AKA Day from Hell #1)
Remnants of the Ponil Complex fire in 2002. This was near the beginning of our, 12, no, 15, no 19 mile day
So far so go…only 13 miles to go.
Smelly Mini Bear
Alligator looking rock
Another Mini Bear
Ranger Zip Lines
Deer Lake Mesa “water” supply. I wish all water had been this easy to get. This is about a mile from Devil’s Wash Basin
Day 8 – Devil’s Wash Basin to Clark’s Fork
On the way to Clark’s Fork
The folks at Ute Gulch Commissary had an interesting sense of humor
Even Santa loves Philmont, must be his summer home.
We eventually made it to camp…Andrew and Trevor had to help with the chuckwagon dinner!
Clark’s Fork Campfire
Day 9 – Clark’s Fork to Cypher’s Mine
Cimarroncito Reservior. This was on the way to Cypher’s Mine
We hiked up a canyon to get to Cypher’s Mine. It was the upper fork of the Cimarroncito River. The whole day was Philmont flat…meaning mostly uphill.
The hike was pretty…pretty tough!
Main Cabin at Cypher’s Mine
The water from this stream was clear and cool and good to the last drop!
Riley is a stud! That stuff was heavy.
Nicholae should have kept these glasses…too cool!
Oh Miss Bessie
I am so sorry for hitting you on your prudy face
Then Danny did it…
Not to be left out, so did the crew leader
Playing hacky sack
Stomp…the Cypher’s Mine evening show. Yes that is Nicholae up there!
Day 10 – Cypher’s Mine to Red Hills
Red Hills camp…Yes I got cell phone reception!
Sometimes we had to improvise…
The easier way to filter water
The creek running through Red Hills Camp
Christmas in July
Hiking is a dirty job
The wild life was mostly friendly
Day 11 – Red Hills to Shaefer’s Pass
At the top of Big Red (11,121 ft)
Our next conquest Black Mountain (10,880 ft)
Not quite Iwo Jima, but it probably felt similar in some respects
The packs were much more comfortable than the ground.
Where are we?
Climbing Black Mountain. We had to go down to 10,000 ft to come back up to 10,880.
All those little orange things? Ladybugs…
We can still see Baldy…how long ago were we there? 6 days…really?!?!
No words to describe.
Day 12 – Shaefer’s Pass to the Tooth of Time to Base Camp
The sun rises on our last day of hiking!
Our hike to the Tooth of Time had some of the best views.
It’s Base Camp…We can see Base Camp!
From the top of the Tooth.
Mr. Claassen and the Crew Advisor for our sister crew.
Us with our sister crew.
Call home let them know how cool this place is!
Father Son photo op #1
Father Son photo op #2
Father Son photo op #3
Starting to think someone is a little vain! Not a bad smile for a guy with a twisted ankle who just bouldered 400 ft to the top of a big ol’ rock.
Going down was easier than up, but not much.
Our sister crew ready to head to base camp. (They left 30 minutes before us and we got to camp 30 minutes before them!)
Sure let’s walk straight down 2500 ft.
Somehow we didn’t get any pictures of the steep rocky part of this trail…Just the pretty, fairly flat, pasture part of it.
Are we still on a trail?
Staff tents right behind the welcome back sign
A sight for sore eyes!
There’s the Tooth, weren’t we just there 2 hours ago?
Ring the bell! We made it!
These tents were great…we didn’t have to set them up and tear them down!
The sun set on our last day at Philmont
I wanna go back to Philmont, I want to go bbbaaaccckkk to Philmont! The Philmont Ranger Song I want to go back to Philmont Where the old Rayado flows, Where the rain comes a seepin' In the tent where you're a sleepin' Arid the waters say hello. HELLO (shout) I want to wake up in the morning With my socks all wringing wet, For it brings back fondest memories, That a Ranger can't forget. WANNA BET (shout) I want to hike once more the canyon floor From Scribblins to Old Camp, With my pack sack a-creakin', With my back with sweat a-reekin', And my legs beginning to cramp. OHHHH (shout) I want to hike again with such great men As made those famous treks, From Beaubien to Porky And from Cito to Car-Max. HIP, HIP, HORAY