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And just like that we’ve walked 500 miles!

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Our journey began on July 2nd as we made our way up to Harts Pass – thank you to trail angels Ani & Tigger for the local tour and ride up from Bellevue, WA!

We checked in with Ranger Terry at the Harts Pass Ranger Station and then began the 30 mile walk to the US/Canadian border. The trail was stunning from Harts Pass -> Canadian Border – as lifelong east coasters this is our first time on the west coast and we are thrilled to be here. 

Rocky Pass – on our way to the border!

On July 3rd we arrived to the northern terminus monument at 6:00 pm and hiked 3.7 miles (officially heading south now) – if we hiked this mileage every day we wouldn’t arrive to the US/Mexico border until next June!

The section from the border to Stehikin was one of our favorite parts of Washington and we are already making plans to return. Rocky and Woody Pass were one of my favorite areas. We saw lots of hummingbirds, marmots, wildflowers, and hung out with lots and lots of mosquitoes. 

Rocky/Woody Pass Area

 

Stehikin Bakery – a must stop!

After the first 100 miles, our time in Washington seemed to go by quicker and quicker. We swam in endless pristine back country lakes, hiked over pass after pass, walked through old growth forests, and hiked around volcano after volcano. We stopped in the towns of Stehikin, Leavenworth, Snoqualmie Pass, White Pass, and Trout Lake and were so appreciative to those who helped us out (Right Time, WAC volunteer – helped Matt get new trail runners, Jo Ellen, and so forth). 

Old growth cedar!

 

Red Pass

 

one of my favorite mornings just before getting into Snoqualmie

We are taking a couple of days in Cascade Locks to rest up before heading through Oregon! We have been loving the trail and are so grateful to share this experience with one another. We are realizing just how fast this journey will go so are taking everything in as much as possible. We are thankful for all of the love and support from family, friends, and folks we’ve meet along the trail! Looking forward to Oregon and hopefully meeting up with some friends. 

For more updates follow along on IG or Facebook @ashleydefayette

 

Happy Trails

~Matt & Ashley

didn’t see any goats so I guess we’ll have to come back!

 

sunrise over Mount Adams – Goat Rocks Wilderness

 

goodbye washington, hello oregon!

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Bruised Up and Bloody After Two Hard Falls

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Last night I had made plans with Taylor to get a ride back to trail this morning around 6:30 AM. My hope is to be hiking north once again right around 7 AM. Which considering I stayed in town last night, is about as good as it’s going to get. It was hard waking up this morning because I stayed up super late last night. But I had bought myself a giant piece of raspberry cake which I ate for breakfast. That sure helped. Then Taylor drove me back to trail.

There’s nothing quite like eating cake for breakfast.

Even though I didn’t spend a ton of time in Quincy last night, that was absolutely amazing. It’s crazy how just sleeping in a bed and taking a shower can be such a major reset. Even after doing a big day and not getting much rest. It definitely feels like more of a reset than just ending the day in my tent for the night. Plus, I got to get in tons of calories last night.

Heading into the Bucks Lake wilderness.

Now today, I am only about 23 miles from the town of Belden. A tiny town with a general store, motel, and RV park, which the trail passes right through. And the overall structure of the day today is actually very similar to yesterday. The first 23 miles of the day there isn’t a ton of elevation gain. I think I’ll have one or two small climbs. Then I drop down 4000 feet to get into Belden. And leaving Belden I have to climb back up 4000 feet again.

The views through the Dixie burn are beautiful in their own way. You just need to change your perspective a little bit.

The morning wound up being really nice and easy. Plus the temperature was super cool. When I was in this part of Northern California in 2022 it was during a heat wave. And this area is just absolutely brutal when it’s over 100°. Because of all the damage from the Dixie burn there really isn’t a lot of coverage. So I’m incredibly grateful that this time around my experience has been the polar opposite. The temperature has been really moderate most days and even cool at times.

Heading to Belden!

Yesterday it felt like there were a ton of blowdown along the trail, and I went through a good bit of fire damage. But today it was basically all fire damage all day. The entire trail is just completely burnt, and the trees are left behind like a little black toothpicks. Some sections of trail do have a good bit of new growth. But shocking other sections of the trail really don’t.

Bucks Lake! It easy to imagine how glorious this wilderness must have been prior to the fire.

About 4 miles into the day I crossed over another major road. This is the second road where you can hitch into Quincy. And it’s the recommended road for hitching into Quincy because it’s a lot more populated than the road that I got picked up that last night. After crossing over the road, I began a very gradual climb for the next few miles. Then I was basically just up for a while riding along the ridge. Even though I was mostly just looking at burn, I did get some really beautiful views of Bucks Lake in the distance. I can only imagine what the Bucks Lake wilderness looked like prior to this fire. It must have been really beautiful.

The walking today felt a little monotonous at times. But on a bright side, it also felt like the time went by really quickly. It looked like I would be getting into Belden before 4 PM. Which was amazing because I was planning on going in and out quickly and then hopefully doing another 10–12 miles. I was also really dreading the descent into Belden. In 2022 this is where Peg Leg came to be. I was having really mild IT band problems prior to this decent. Then the trail dropped 4000 feet over 5 miles into Belden. And I think on that downhill I was going about a mile an hour.

Today there were a lot of wide open and exposed segments of the trail.

I wound up spending a couple days at the RV park in Belden. Then somehow continued along and made it to the town of Chester. In Chester, I took another few days off for injury and eventually got everything sorted and started my road to recovery. It’s just so funny being back here where the name was born. This time around though I was pleasantly surprised by the downhill. It was graded really well and wasn’t nearly as bad as I remembered. I actually wound up enjoying it honestly.

I got down into Belden just before 4 PM and headed into the store. OutsideJay had left me a box with some resupply goodies. I also bought some cold drinks and soda. I knew it was going to be a very hot and exposed climb coming out of town. So I wanted to hydrate a bunch and also take a lot of goodies with me.

In my memory, I picture this porch covered in hikers hiding from the heat of the day. But today when I arrived, there wasn’t a soul in sight.

At this point, I was planning on potentially doing this entire upcoming climb this evening. It was about 13 miles of uphill. So I chugged a Red Bull, ate an ice cream, and got rolling. I had seen one other backpack outside of the store while I was there, but the hiker never came by. Not long after I got moving again, though, they came running up behind me. They must’ve asked the clerk about me or something like that. Because the clerk told them my name and I think they came to catch up to me.

Leaving Belden to begin the 13 mile climb out of town!

This hikers name was Data, and our paths actually crossed earlier in the year. There was one late night where I set up my tent by a water source with one other tent nearby. Apparently next to him and his wife’s tent. The next morning when they got up, I was super apologetic about whether I might have woken them up the night before. But they said they hadn’t even heard me. Since then, his wife has gotten off trail because of a combination of things. But he’s planning on continuing to finish.

Warning: now leaving Belden.

We got to talking and then fell in line together and making our way up the climb. I think sometimes it’s hard for me to hike with other people. I simultaneously crave the connection while also craving the routine that I’ve created for myself. I find it really easy to hike by myself, make big miles, and allow time to slip away. I think sometimes when I hike with other people that time also flies by quickly. And sometimes when I hike with other people, it makes it more difficult for time to go by quickly. That might not make a lot of sense, but it’s just something that I’ve thought about recently. Every instance is different.

It was nice having someone to talk to and we walked and talked for the next few hours. The climb was graded pretty well, which allowed us to keep chatting. We were basically just continuously going uphill for the entire rest of the day. Thought it was the perfect time a day and was starting to get a little cooler. We also started getting brief segments of shaded trail. As the day went on the trail would get more and more shaded as well.

An hour or two after leaving Beldon though I took a really bad fall. It was just one of those perfect falls where your foot get stuck on some thing and you’re not able to free it. But my backpack is super light right now so I’m hiking without my hip belt attached. Which means when I fell forward, my backpack basically tried to jump up and over me. Which just made for a much harder hit onto the dirt and rock covered trail.

I knew almost immediately that I was completely fine. I could tell I had definitely roughed myself up a bit, but hadn’t done any major damage. Data seemed super concerned as I sat there on the ground. But I just always need to take a minute and slowly get up on my own.

A couple days ago I took a soft fall and scraped my knee a little bit. Now this time I re-scraped the knee and had ripped all of the skin off. So that was bleeding a little bit. But it definitely didn’t hurt as bad as the time earlier this year when I fell and smashed my knee on a rock. The only other damage done was that I smashed my left hand into a rock or onto the hard ground. It was super sore pretty much right away. But considering how hard I hit the ground, that actually didn’t seem to be too much damage.

My fingers don’t look super hurt, but the bruise took a while to come in.

We kept moving after that and the climb just went on and on. As time went on, though, I could definitely tell that my left hand was more hurt than I’d realize. It was very clear that it wasn’t broken. I took a similar fall on the Appalachian Trail in 2023 and my right hand hit a rock so hard that it turned purple almost immediately. This was clearly not as bad as that. And that also wasn’t broken. But over the next hour or two my hand started to throb and was incredibly uncomfortable. I also basically couldn’t use my left hand at all for anything. Which meant I couldn’t take my water bottle out of my pockets or do just about anything with my hand.

Are hands supposed to be purple? Probably not.

As we continued up the climb, the trail crossed over a lot of water crossings. A couple of them were a little bit tricky to get across with dry feet. I had actually read someone’s comment that they wished they had just gotten their feet wet because they hurt themselves doing one of the crossings. And at one point when I was crossing one particularly easy river I made a grave error.

I stepped out onto a rock that seemed super sturdy. But it was slick like oil and I just couldn’t tell. When I actually put weight onto it, my foot immediately slipped off of it, and I fell sideways partially into the river and partially onto some rocks. Once again, it was the type of fall that I knew immediately that I was ok. Honestly, the worst part was now half of my body was wet at 7 PM.

Data was behind me and saw this happen and ran over so quick. I thought it was hilarious that this man was here to witness two of the only falls I’ve taken in the last thousand miles. He seemed so incredibly concerned when he ran up to me. But I said that I was definitely fine, just soaking wet. The only thing that I did notice right away is that I had hit my right hand on a rock when I went down. I had a couple cuts on two of my fingers from smashing into a rock. So now both of my hands were sore.

On the bright side, it was only 7 PM and we were planning on hiking until just around dark. Which meant I had plenty of time to dry out before camp. I figured I’d still be a little damp later, but definitely not as wet as I was after falling in the river. It seemed like Data was originally planning on doing a slightly shorter day. But I said I was going to go up to the top of the climb and he wanted to tag along. Sometimes it’s easier to hike later into the evening or go further when you’re hiking with somebody else.

The last couple hours of the day the trail was basically the same as it had been. The elevation gain wasn’t too bad and was just very continuous. Honestly, though, I was feeling super sore after the two falls. Both my hands were throbbing and my right knee really hurt. It was scraped open and bleeding. Neither fall was that particularly bad. But it’s always jarring and bruises you up a little bit to say the least. I was definitely excited to get to camp for the night.

Making my way to the top of the climb right before the sun went down.

We wound up grabbing water a couple miles before the end of the day. Then had the freedom to continue up to the top of the climb and camp wherever we wanted to. As we continued along, the sun began to set, and it was absolutely beautiful. Then just before it got dark, we got up to the top of the climb. The views of the sunset from up there or even better. Unfortunately, there weren’t a ton of flat spots anywhere anywhere nearby. We just kept walking and walking and hoping we would find something. But eventually we went past some mediocre spots and decided to make the most of them. It just didn’t seem like we were going to be getting a significantly better option anytime soon.

It felt really good to be done for the day to finally be able to lay down. But setting up camp was already ridiculously annoying with my bad hand. You don’t really realize how much you use both of your hands until you can’t use one of them. This is exactly what happened on the AT in 2023 when I bruised my other hand. I’m just hoping that it feels significantly better tomorrow.

Entering into the cascade range.

Of course, though, after everything that transpired today, the possibility of taking a zero on Friday was sounding a whole lot better. And there was a slight change of plans today that made that dream seemed like a possibility. OutsideJay texted me today and asked if I wanted him to put me in touch with any Trail Angel’s from Chester. I told him that I was contemplating taking a zero on Friday but that there were no rooms available in town. He said he was on it and he would find a person to host me for the night on Friday. So it looks like I might get that zero day after all!

It was great to get to the top of the climb just in time for sunset.

Inside my tent, I didn’t have the energy to do hot dinner. I just decided to eat a bunch of snacks instead. I also didn’t have service so I wasn’t able to do too much on my phone. But I got a little bit of writing and video work done before calling it a night. Thanks to doing a big mile day today, now tomorrow I’m only 31 miles out from Chester.

My plan for tomorrow is to start early and get into town as quickly as possible. I’m going to stay in a room tomorrow night, which will be nice. I’ll be able to get a bunch of writing and video work done and enjoy some privacy. Then the following day, I will hopefully be staying with someone in Chester for the night. Jay makes magic happen so I know that I don’t have to have all of the details to have faith that it will work out.

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Discover Hidden Gems In Heber Valley, Utah For All Ages

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Sunday, August 3, 2025

Located in the heart of Utah, Heber Valley is a hidden gem that offers a great mix of outdoor adventures, rich history, and family-friendly activities. Whether you’re after an adrenaline rush, a peaceful nature retreat, or a look into the region’s culture, Heber Valley has something for every traveler. Nestled between the Wasatch Mountains, the valley features stunning landscapes, charming small towns, and a range of attractions for all ages. From scenic train rides to hiking trails and from cultural venues to lakeside activities, Heber Valley is a must-visit destination in any season.

Scenic Train Rides: A Unique Experience on Heber Valley Railroad

One of the best ways to experience Heber Valley is on the Heber Valley Railroad, a heritage railway that runs year-round. The train journey through Provo Canyon offers some of the most beautiful views of the valley, including the majestic Mount Timpanogos, Cascade Mountain, and the sparkling Provo River. The ride itself is immersive; passengers can listen to the train’s whistle and take in the surrounding landscape as they relax.

For those wanting a touch of holiday magic, the Heber Valley Railroad offers special themed rides like the “Polar Express” during winter. This festive ride brings the classic holiday story to life with decorations, hot cocoa, and a visit from Santa, making it a favorite among families. Whether you enjoy breathtaking views in summer or the festive spirit in winter, the Heber Valley Railroad is a unique way to see the valley.

Outdoor Adventures: Soldier Hollow and Mirror Lake Highway

For those seeking outdoor fun, Heber Valley is a paradise. Soldier Hollow, located in the valley, offers a range of activities throughout the year. In winter, it becomes a great spot for cross-country skiing and tubing. During warmer months, it turns into a popular location for mountain biking and hiking. With its stunning views of the surrounding mountains and valleys, Soldier Hollow is perfect for outdoor enthusiasts to indulge in their favorite activities.

In addition to Soldier Hollow, Mirror Lake Highway is a scenic route that offers some of the best views in the area. This highway winds through the Wasatch Mountains and gives access to numerous alpine lakes, ideal for fishing, picnicking, or wildlife watching. The area is particularly beautiful in the fall when the leaves change colors and add vibrancy to the already picturesque landscape. Mirror Lake Highway is great for anyone wanting to experience Heber Valley’s natural beauty.

Cultural Experiences: Heber Amusement Hall and the Timpanogos Valley Theatre

Beyond its natural wonders, Heber Valley also has a rich cultural scene. One of the valley’s historic gems is the Heber Amusement Hall, a venue that has been a center for community events since 1908. The hall hosts the Timpanogos Valley Theatre, where visitors can enjoy local performances, plays, and musical productions that showcase the region’s artistic talent.

The Heber Amusement Hall reminds us of the valley’s deep-rooted history and its commitment to arts and culture. Whether you’re attending a theater production, a local concert, or a community event, the hall provides a great opportunity to engage with the local culture and enjoy the region’s creative spirit.

Family Fun: Deer Creek Reservoir and Heber City Park

Families looking for a fun day outdoors can head to Deer Creek Reservoir, located just outside of Heber City. The reservoir is popular for boating, fishing, and picnicking, offering a relaxing environment to spend a day by the water. Whether you’re renting a boat to explore the lake or just enjoying the shore, Deer Creek Reservoir is perfect for family getaways.

Heber City Park also offers plenty for families to relax and have fun. The park features playgrounds for children, sports fields for outdoor games, and walking paths for a stroll. It’s an ideal spot to spend a day with family, enjoying the fresh air and peaceful surroundings.

Conclusion: Heber Valley – A Place for Everyone

Heber Valley, Utah, is a destination that has something for everyone, regardless of interests or the season. From the scenic train rides on the Heber Valley Railroad to thrilling outdoor adventures at Soldier Hollow and Mirror Lake Highway, the valley is a year-round playground for all ages. With cultural richness found in the Heber Amusement Hall and relaxing family fun at Deer Creek Reservoir and Heber City Park, it’s clear why Heber Valley is an unforgettable destination.

Whether you seek adventure, relaxation, or a cultural experience, Heber Valley offers it all. Plan your visit today and immerse yourself in the beauty and charm of this hidden gem in Utah. With something for everyone, Heber Valley is waiting to be explored any time of the year.

(Source: Heber Valley Tourism, Heber Valley Railroad, Soldier Hollow, Mirror Lake Highway, Deer Creek Reservoir, Timpanogos Valley Theatre, Heber City Park)



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35 Trail Magic Items in a Hiker Box 0.00

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Waking up on the dining room floor of the hut at around 5.30am, I was feeling fantastic. I’d eaten about half a turkey the night prior, and downed enough lentil soup to drown a large moose.

A quick and easy pack up had me ready to hit the trail before 6am. But wait. The croo did even more awesomeness for us and fed us oatmeal for breakfast. I didn’t even have to enact any operations or side quests to achieve this delicious bowl of goodness. 

With a massive bowl of oats in my tummy, now it was time to hit the trail. Purportedly, the easiest and most well maintained part of the Whites non existent trail system lay ahead. So of course I came up with a plan to avoid this bit of much needed infrastructure.

I had devised a much more interesting blue blaze plan the night prior, which allowed me to walk directly to the AMC highland centre. The benefit of this plan was no hitching required to get to the centre, and I could recharge my devices before continuing on to the next campsite.

The blue blaze was a really beautiful trail traversing through gorgeous forest and past some lakes, and included a hill that was not bad to climb or descend. 

Highland Magic

As keen readers will remember, one of my hiking superpowers is to read Farout comments for all the icons that I will pass on my days hike. This methodology will often bear fruit, and in the case of the AMC Highland Centre, I made it rain. 

We arrived at the lobby of the hotel cum visitor centre and took up position in the corner of the common room, hoping our thru hiker stench may contain itself. We plugged in devices to charge and took a break after the enjoyable morning hike. 

I hunted around for the hiker box that a comment on FarOut had mentioned from a couple of years prior. After making like Sherlock Holmes all around the common areas I was perplexed and vexed in my inability to sniff the box out. 

I asked at reception, and the girl on the desk immediately smiled and said, let me grab it for you. The box was stored behind reception, which struck me as odd as the idea of the boxes is for people to leave what they don’t need and grab what they do. 

When the receptionist went to pick up the box I was concerned she was about to break her spine. It took a herculean effort to heave the box from the ground and place it on the desk. I smiled, knowing I’d just hit the trail magic motherlode, and politely asked if it would be OK to take the box to the common room to see if there was anything of use. 

The receptionist acquiesced, and said that nobody had looked in the box for weeks and she had no idea what was inside. 

Opening the box was a bit like what I imagine opening the Millennium Falcon toy would have been like as a seven year old Star Wars super fan. Laid out before me was some serious trail magic. Some kind angel had clearly come along and packed the box full of supplies for the thru hiker. 

I took the photo after already distributing a lot of magic out to Chestnut and myself. And there was still so much left. We gorged ourselves on skittles, and m&m’s, trail mix and gatorade, and resupplied with ramen and knorr’s sides.

The thru hiker I’d chatted to the night prior about getting off trail then turned up at the Centre, and said he had indeed decided to pull the pin. He had two more nights booked in the hut system, and wondered if I would like to use the accommodation as he was unable to get a refund. 

My answer was of course yes, I was so grateful, what an incredibly generous gesture. He also wanted to unload his food on Chestnut and I as he was heading straight home that afternoon and was confident he wouldn’t be eating any of it.

Pack Weight an Issue

When all your Christmas’s come at once, it can get tricky. Chestnut and I hadn’t been eating our own resupply due to Operation Oatmeals and WFS, we had just stuffed our gourds full with trail magic, and added some of it to our packs, and now we were being gifted more food. Also we were insanely hungry. So we loaded up with even more food, and heaved our full to bursting packs onto our shoulders, ready for our afternoon hike up another blue blaze to our campsite.

Our pack weight was noticeable as we climbed up another hill to camp. Fortunately the blue blaze was a real trail like this morning, so it appears it may be a conscious effort by the Whites governance to not maintain the AT while creating more accessible trails in other parts of the park. Sad. 

WFS Again?

We arrived at the campsite in the afternoon, and were greeted by the bubbly Sofia, the caretaker of this AMC location. The camp was located right next to another of the huts, and it was a little after 4pm. The possibility of another WFS was right there. Chestnut and I were unsure of the etiquette of doing two WFS in a row. We decided to wander over and see if it was available, and if more thru hikers turned up we could always just give it to them and head back to the campsite and put up our tents.

We walked into the hut and were told we could do the WFS. We grabbed a bench near reception and waited to see if any other thru hikers turned up to look for WFS that evening. We sat and chatted to some hut guests and thru hikers that had booked to stay as a guest, and then I spotted it. Another hiker box. Here in the hut. Where day and overnight hikers come past. All the time. And it was a holiday weekend.

The box had a trail mix bag inside that easily weighed over a kilogram. Chestnut and I, along with the people we were chatting to, dug into it and enjoyed our fourth dose of magic for the day. Magnet doing what Magnet does.

Dinner time for the guests arrived and no other thru hikers had come in seeking WFS, so Chestnut and I made ourselves scarce to allow the guests to enjoy dinner, and wandered back over to the camp to chat with Sofia and a couple of children that had become enamoured with the two old smelly thru hikers as we had been telling them tall tales all afternoon. Their parents I believe were equal parts horrified and happy that we were causing such entertainment.

Dinner?

At 7pm we came back to the hut, and were presented with an absolute feast. 

We even got dessert! You’d think after the day of eating we had enjoyed that eating this sickening amount of pasta and corn would be beyond us. You’d be very wrong if you thought that.

Very, very wrong. We ate until…well we ate until there was no more food. I’m not going to lie. Toward the end it did get tricky. I was very close to being full. Close. But not quite. 

My chore for the evening was to crush cardboard boxes. I used to do this chore when I worked at McDonald’s in the 1980’s. It was with great nostalgia that I bashed up these boxes for about twenty minutes until there was a large flat pile of cardboard.

Croo Raids

We chatted with the croo after the chores were completed, and found out about a secret underbelly world that has been happening in the huts for years. Croo raiding. Each of the eight huts scattered throughout the White Mountains has a relic from the past inside. The hut crops mount night time raids on each other trying to steal each other’s relics, with a goal to hold all eight of the artifacts at one time during the season. 

This croo had raided The Lake of the Clouds Hut successfully two nights prior and had carried an old aeroplane propeller at 3am across the trail and back to their hut. Craziness. 

We were asked to come and wake the croo if anybody came to raid that night, and after being fed so well, we were happy to raise the alarm.

The hut guests all turned in early, and at 8.30pm we were able to set up our mattresses, and head to sleep as well. What an incredible day of magic it had been.

I remember thinking how unusual it must be to spend a day in the Whites as a thru hiker and to increase your pack weight through a combination of finding trail magic, not eating any of your own resupply the entire day, and going to bed completely stuffed full of food.





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