Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Food for the Long Haul: Bogg'sTrailButter Review

One of the greatest weaknesses I had on my PCT thru-hike in 2013 was the lack of good quality food. I funded my hike on a meager budget which basically meant a steady stream of cookies and candy that I'd bought in bulk and repackaged for myself at home with a food saver. I drank my dinners each night (a Vega protein shake–my biggest splurge). I ate nearly 300 Clif bars that were leftovers from a race that I'd volunteered at a few months prior. It was certainly no wonder that I was emaciated and passing out after 2,000 miles of 40+ mpd on a scant diet.


Now, on the brink of my next huge endeavor, I have even less of a budget than I had for the PCT. However, I have been blessed with discounts from several companies that have made it affordable for me to eat better. I have also realized the importance of fueling with high quality foods and not ignoring my gluten intolerance as I did in the past. I am spending far more money on food this time than last, but I believe the dividend will be immense.

There are five main nutritious food companies that comprise the majority of my resupply boxes. They are:
Salazon Chocolate (yes, chocolate is nutritious!)

In addition, Fuel Bites provides an excellent electrolyte staple that is a cross between whole food and supplement. Read my review of their product here.

I've enjoyed products from each of these companies for a long time and am thankful that they've assisted me in my fueling needs in 2015. I'll be reviewing the products I've been loving most in the next few Review Tuesday posts.

I'll start today with Trail Butter.

Trail Butter is a small Portland, OR company founded by brothers Brad and Jeff. Both avid adventures themselves they have a great idea of what's essential to fuel endurance. I have always been a huge fan of nut butters and coconut oil as fuels both on the trail and off. Many of you may remember this photo from PCT 2013...

Desperation Dinner Pre-Trail Butter Days
I've come a long way from the desperation of oreos tortilla wraps. In fact, I hope I never eat a single oreo on this hike. Or a tortilla for that matter, now that I know that gluten is the source of many of my problems.

Jeff and Brad have made several delicious blends of nuts, oil, and honey sweetened spreads. My favorite is the Expedition Espresso, hands down. I love the chocolate and coffee flavor and the kick it gives me from caffeine and simple carbs combined with the long term fueling of the slow burning fat calories. It's gotten me up many mountains, including Rainier, through long trail pushes, and through 2+ loops at the Barkley Marathons. It's in all my resupply boxes for the rest of the summer.

I also enjoy some of their other blends at home and on the trail. I like to balance caffeinated and non-caffeinated foods throughout my day. The variety in flavors is excellent for that and keeping me from getting bored.

The convenient pouch packaging is now available in single serves (Look for it at REI!!) as well as the 5.4 oz size. This makes it simple to use on an adventure of any length. The jars are nice for use at home or when car camping/racing.

The one con to this product (aside from it not being suitable for those with nut allergies) is that the coconut oil tends to get very hard in cold temps. I've learned to carry the Trail Butter in my pocket at night or when it's cold out to make sure it's ready to eat whenever I need it.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Rainier: Take Two!

Almost exactly 4 years after I attempted to climb Mt. Rainier I found myself again making the long trek up to Camp Muir.



Unlike 4 years ago, however, I actually harnessed up...and ascended away from Camp Muir.



There were six of us sitting around, watching the weather and trying to decide the plan of action. Weather was supposed to be coming in and we worried that our planned 10pm departure would land us on the summit in a whiteout.



Finally we decided to begin our climb at 6pm.

Not much was said as we fussed with our gear, roped up, and readied ourselves. We'd heard that the route was already in rough shape, more like September than July. We anticipated five crevasses open so wide that they were bridged with ladders. We hoped none had fallen in that day...or that any new ones had opened beyond our ability to jump.

Our two rope teams headed across the Cowlitz Glacier. My rope team pulled away and we waited on Cathedral Gap for our second to rejoin us.



Once they arrived the group made the decision to continue on independently. Our rope was moving much faster, the other was struggling with altitude.


Shortly after Ingraham Flats we entered a world of twisted ice and yawning chasms. We crossed our first ladder. It was dizzing and my stomach flip flopped as I stared down into it.






The Disappointment Cleaver was completely melted out and we scrambled through loose volcanic rock until we once again got onto snow.


We traversed toward Gibraltar Rock crossing yet another ladder. Sun set and we clicked our headlamps on. We encountered our fifth ladder. I can't even describe it's precarious nature and the way it was resting on the lip of an undercut. We all felt relieved when we were safely past it. In the back of my mind I thought, "Ok, I only have to do that once more on the way down."



To our surprise we encountered a 6th ladder, slanted upward not long after. I wasn't looking forward to descending it. The sky was clear. I watched the Milky Way and stars and planes. In the far distance I saw a flash of lightning. I listened closely, but heard no thunder. We continued onward.



By now it was cold. I was happy with my layering choices which I had deliberated for hours before leaving home. As someone who is frequently cold I had been incredibly concerned about staying warm on the notoriously cold peak. For the climb I wore Icebreaker baselayer pants, a pair of Sherpa hiking pants on my legs (I have an older version that I LOVE. Hard to find now). On my torso I wore my Seven Hills singlet layered with two light fleece shirts and my faithful Patagonia Houdini. Seal Skinz hat, gloves, and socks were perfect in keeping me dry and warm. I wore a buff around my neck as well to round it out. I was completely comfortable throughout the night, only adding my Feathered Friends down coat at the summit (and wearing it back to the Disappointment Cleaver).

We reached the crater rim around 12:30am. The wind was whipping as we searched for a way down into the crater. There seemed to a large moat open between the rock and the snow. We slipped off our harnesses and circled the crater arriving at the true summit at 1am.

We clicked a couple of pictures and returned to our gear. As we were roping up I watched a blood red crescent moon rise through wispy layers of clouds. It was eerie to watch while standing on the rim of a huge volcano.

Stoked!

This dude was very altitude sick...doesn't show one bit!
As we descended I noticed that there were far less stars. Clouds had thickened.

As we reached the severely broken glacier we began encountering the myriad teams on their way up. We had to wait several times in precarious locations as they labored upward. I felt frustrated that they wouldn't step aside for a clearly faster team. The anxiety of hanging icefall above me in the darkness knotted my stomach.

At the bottom of the Cleaver, we stopped to put our crampons back on. Just then a large icefall plummeted from above...cascading over our route. We looked at one another and agreed to "run" to Ingraham Flats.

Contemplating the dash through that mess

We finally dropped into Camp Muir not long after sunrise. There we slept for a couple of hours before descending with the rest of our team. We were back to the parking lot by 9am.



A few days later as my plane rose above Seattle and turned eastward I gazed out my window. Rainier's bulk filled it. I felt a smile curve across my face, despite my sadness at leaving Washington. I had stood there on that snowy dome one cold, dark night at the top of the world around me.

Whenever I see that mountain, whether in life or in pictures, I will never feel the same again.


Special Thanks to:
 Grant Larsen for leading our rope, 
Ryan Minkle for taking great pics, 
and Doug McKeever for bringing it all together!

Monday, July 20, 2015

Fuel 100 Electro Bites Review

I have been using a product called Fuel 100 Electro Bites for several years now. In prior hot weather races and hikes I relied primarily on S-Caps and salty snacks at aid stations for my electrolyte needs.

I always felt like a capsule was less optimal than a real food source, however, as someone who is unable to eat gluten there are not always salty snacks at aid stations that I can have. It's also volume prohibitive to carry bags of chips.

So, when I discovered Electro Bites, a real food electrolyte supplement I was pretty excited. Not only do Electro Bites supply your electrolyte needs: Sodium (190mg) , Magnesium (46mg), Potassium (55mg), but also calories (100 for 23 grams).

More nutritional information here.

As an electrolyte supplement these are very salty. So, be prepared for that. However, I have found that it's a good gauge of whether I need electrolytes or not. The less saltier (better) these taste, the more I need them!

Part of this balanced summit snack!

Enjoy a discount on your first order, use ANISHSENTME.

Monday, June 29, 2015

BioSkin Calf Skin Compression Sleeve Review

The folks over at BioSkin recently sent me a pair of their Calf Skin compression sleeves to try out. I was skeptical because in the past I've never found a compression sleeve that fit my huge calves, but I was willing to give them a try.

The fabric is much different than other compression wear I've tried. It's "slippery" feel definitely makes it slide on and off more easily and tights slide over top easily as well.

It's fairly thin and very comfortable. I ordered the XL since my calves are on the high end of the size L (16"). I was happy to find that there was space near the ankle. Other compression sleeves I've worn have cut off circulation there resulting in "sausage foot".

I am not prone to shin splints or muscle strains, but I do like to utilize compression for recovery purposes. I've been keeping these in my "post-hike bin" with a change of clothes, coconut water, and recovery food.

In a recent trip where I was out for 4 days, but traveled between trailheads, I wore these for the 2 hour car ride. I actually forgot that I had them on under my sleep tights and fell asleep wearing them. In the morning I did notice that the top of my calf felt a little irritated from the compression being on there for 8 hours, but my legs did not feel like I'd done over 15k of elevation gain in the prior 2 days.

I haven't washed them yet or worn them for activity, so it remains to be seen how they hold up to that. However, I can say that as recovery wear they have been exactly what I've wanted. I'm also very happy to finally find some compression wear that fits my muscular legs comfortably.

BioSkin makes a variety of other compression and support products which you can take a look at here.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Altra Zero Drop Trail Shoe: Superior Review

Note: I receive shoes from Altra Running for my own personal use as a brand ambassador. All commentary found in this review is my own personal opinion of the shoe. This post contains affiliate links, which means I receive a commission if you make a purchase using links in this review.


I just took my Altra Superiors for their inaugural run/scramble up Mt. Si.

I've been using the Altra Lone Peak for just about forever and once I find a shoe I love it's hard for me to try something else, but, the Superiors have some great reviews so I decided to give them a try.


The Superior is a snappy fun yellow which I loved the minute I opened the box. As a woman who hears a size 12, I have been wearing men's athletic shoes most of my life. So, the fact that I can suddenly buy a women's shoe is still a novelty and I am enjoying the prettiness!

Pretty colors!


But, looks aren't everything.

The first thing I noticed about them is that they are lighter and more flexible than the Lone Peak. This made me feel pretty nimble both on the trail and on the scramble up the haystack at the end. The flip side to this is that you can feel the ground much more through the sole. This isn't a problem on soft trails, but might not be much fun on a lot of rock, or a harder surface (like a bike path).

On top of the Haystack


The grip seemed to be much stickier than what I'm used to. I actually noticed I was "sticking" to the floor in the kitchen before I left.

Sticky soles!

The upper felt pretty thin to me, so I'm not sure they'd be durable for off-trail or very sharp rocks/overgrown trails, but I might be wrong. I'm sure I'll have fun finding out!

Descending the roots and rocks


All the usual features you expect from Altra were there: a zero drop platform, foot shaped toe box, and plenty of room.

Overall, I really loved running in these shoes. As I said, the thinness of the upper and the less padded sole make them great for light and fast running. They'll be my new go-to shoe for my trail runs and approaches. They performed so well on the Haystack that I may pack them in to peaks that I know have some tricky scrambles and swap out of my boots.

New Faves!

I'll keep my Lone Peaks for the heavy pack days and the more burly off-trail terrain.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

6 Bulgers in 3 days and 2 Failed Attempts

I left Edmonds early Wednesday morning and drove to the Eightmile trailhead near Leavenworth. By 9:15 I was bounding up the trail relishing a gorgeous day. Parts of the trail near Eightmile Lake were difficult to follow because of deadfall of burned trees from fires past. I struck off uphill and intersected the trail a few switchbacks up.

The trail to the Caroline lakes was snow free and easy. I found the basin just above Little Caroline and ventured off in the direction of Cashmere's imposing looking summit. I drank from a meandering meadow stream swollen and icy with snowmelt. It was getting hot. The rolling slopes up toward the summit were a beautiful landscape of wildflowers. Turning around I could see the Enchantments and was already looking forward to the next day!

I gained the summit ridge and followed the bootpath over to the row of jagged gendarmes. My directions said to climb up and weave between them. However, a row of tracks led straight across the snow ahead of me and I started to follow them. It seemed to make much more sense to traverse low rather than climb up into the rocks. I detected movement and looked up to see the originator of the tracks dashing ahead of me.

Never follow goats.

I climbed up into the rocks. My route descriptions mentioned weaving back and forth across the ridgeline, but I checked the other side a few times and it looked awful. So I more climbed up and down as I traversed doing a few class 4 moves. I eventually reached the summit.

Looking down I could clearly see the goat tracks below me. For once my rule of thumb about following goats had been wrong! I scrambled down the intersecting ridge and hopped onto the snow. I was surprised to find that this particular goat had apparently been using an ice axe...

I followed the melted out human tracks/fresh goat tracks right back to the boothpath in about 10 minutes. Easy peasy. Oh well, at least I got an upper body workout from the scrambling.

The run back to the car was fun. At one point, descending the alp meadows amidst the flowers and butterflies and songbirds I had a bit of a Disney Princess moment. At least, if there was such a thing as a sweaty, mountain running Disney Princess who can't carry a tune in a bucket.

I got back to my car and ate some food, swapped essentials from my running pack into my overnight pack and drove the mile to the Stuart Lake trailhead. Less than 7 hours after heading up the Eightmile Trail, I was hoofing it toward Colchuck Lake.

Aasgard Pass is always a bear and it was especially so in the brunt of the evening sun after a 16 mile trail run up Cashmere. I ran into two goats near the top. Luckily they were not defensive nanny's like I'd run into on Rahm last week. The wind picked up as I scurried around the rocks near Tranquil Lake looking for a campsite. I finally found something flat, but definitely not out of the wind. This proved to be problematic since I am a light sleeper. The wind made the fabric of my bivy flap loudly all night. I barely slept.

When my alarm went off at 4 I felt like I'd just laid down. I packed up the essentials and weighted everything else down with rocks. Sleep or no sleep, there were mountains to climb!

Luckily there was a nice trench through the snow across the basins as I headed toward Cannon. Unfortunately, the snow was much icier than I had anticipated and I had to use my crampons much of the day. They work on my trail runners, but certainly not ideally as the abrasions on my maleolus can attest.

I reached Prussik Pass and looked down toward Shield Lake. The routeline I had drawn on my map showed a descent toward it. The slope was snowy and steep. I opted instead to contour high and follow a snow gully I could see that led toward the lakelets below Druid Plateau. I headed over there and soon intersected some melted out tracks. I was obviously not the only one with this idea.

The route was mostly snow covered, with one semi-disconcerting snow bridge crossing between lakelets. I removed the crampons to climb up to and cross Druid Plateau. What a fascinating place!
I climbed up the summit boulder and reversed immediately. It was windy! I hunkered down in some rocks just below and ate a snack. I was hours ahead of schedule and feeling pretty good about my chances of completing the 4 summits I had planned for the day.

Back at Prussik Pass I headed up toward Enchantment. I mostly snowclimbed with some rock travel here and there. There were multiple sets of melted human tracks that I intersected here and there. I reached the summit rather quickly and enjoyed the "ladder" climb to the summit proper. This summit was wide and flat enough that I sat for a few minutes enjoying the view despite the wind.

Finding my way over to the base of Little Annapurna was easy. By this point the snow was soft and smushy, so I started ascending without the crampons. It was tedious work and so I put them back on. I made short work of the climb, thankful for the snow. While taking pictures on the summit a gust made me take an involuntary step back. Luckily, there was more summit to step back onto! It was definitely getting windier as the day went on.

I arrived back at camp and ate lunch. I packed up and headed over to Asgard. I descended a short ways to where I wanted to veer over to the route up Dragontail. I cached my bivy and whatnot again there and headed up. I was surprised at what an easy route it was to the summit! I have wanted to climb Dragontail for years. I love that I am constantly finding that things are often not as intimidating or difficult as I had thought they'd be.

I enjoyed some caffeinated chocolate after attaining the summit in celebration of finishing all the Enchantment Bulgers (and to help propel me down Aasgard).

I reached my car at 7 pm. Pre-made Indian food packets, ftw!

I drove to the Nineteenmile Campground on Chiwawa River Road and made camp. I was nestled alongside the river, peaceful and comfy, listening to frogs by 11.

Shortly before 6 am a familiar green car pulled into my campsite. Adam brought me a thermos of hot coffee and snuck a Ghost Chili chocolate bar into my shoe when I wasn't looking. Lucky girl I am!

I was in a daze from lack of sleep and lots of hiking, so I'm really not sure what all was actually said. He was going over Spider Gap to somewhere and Michael and Josh were riding with him to go somewhere else. Or something like that. Either way, I got coffee, chocolate, and hugs. Then they were gone.

About 20 minutes later the caffeine kicked in and I was able to coherently form thoughts. I packed up and drove to Trinity. I was hiking by 7:30.

The climb to Chiwawa Basin was easy and uneventful, but I was somewhat disconcerted by the clouds I could see along the ridgetops. Adam had assured me that the forecast was good through Monday, but I had a gut feeling that this was not going to turn out well.

The Chiwawa River ford was about ankle deep and cold. I walked across the meadow toward Point 5971 and consulted my beta. One source said to enter the forest and climb a gully. I went into the woods and didn't see a gully. I did, however, see a highway climbing the ridge to my right. It was heavily trafficked by deer. I looked at my other source and it said to climb the other side of this ridge.

I don't follow goats, but I do follow deer.

Up, up, up. Easy to follow trail to the top of the ridge. Then I was promptly dumped into a deadfall maze. Off to the right I could sort of make out the upper basin I was supposed to be in. I read my beta from this point onward and decided not to fight my way into the basin. I simply crossed over to the ridgeline that I was supposed to attain, found a gully, and went up. Again, following deer tracks. There were a few steep veggie belay moments, but overall not bad.

I traversed the ridge feeling more and more anxiety about the dark clouds blanketing Fortress's summit. Chiwawa remained in the sun as the wind whipped the clouds over the crest and the arid east side air dissipated them. I fought through some krumholtz and popped out at a nice stream right before I would need to don crampons to reach the Fortress-Chiwawa Col. I was feeling nearly panicked when I realized it had been probably about 4 hours since I'd eaten or drank anything. I got out of the wind, drank and ate and instantly felt better. I was still uneasy about the weather, but no longer feeling desperate. I need to start using my timer system like I did on the PCT to remind me to eat when I'm out climbing!

Reaching the col was straightforward, but as I started to climb Chiwawa I discovered that the snow slopes were very, very hard. I was only able to kick tiny steps even with repeated bashing of cramponed boot into snow. I was thankful I'd climbed Buckner a couple of weeks ago, because otherwise the steepness of the slope would have turned me back.

I reached the rock several hundred feet up and scrambled to the summit(s). The wind nearly blew me off my feet and more than once I had to squat down and hold onto boulders. I spent all of about 5 seconds on each summit before hustling back. I managed to find a way to eliminate about 200 feet of snow by scrambling down more to the south and then traversing back. But the downclimb of the remaining snow was definitely scary as the wind tried to throw off my precarious balancing act.

I circled back around and looked up at Fortress. I couldn't see the summit because it was encased in dark clouds. The plan had been to traverse across the mountain and camp at Pass No Pass. My full pack urged me to continue with that plan. Otherwise, why the heck did I carry this all the way up here?!

As I was standing there watching the clouds intermittently cover and reveal the peak as they'd done all day, I found myself thinking that it'd probably be ok. Afterall, the clouds hadn't actually done anything except blow through.

And then it started snowing.

More like little sleet pellets, but enough to send me downhill.

I found a promising looking gully marked with orange tape. It wasn't the one I'd come up, but obviously someone had. So I went down it. At the bottom, I found my footprints. Apparently I hadn't even noticed the two pieces of flagging on the way up! I waded through the deadfall garbage in what I vaguely believed to be the right direction and soon found myself on the game trail. By the time I was sitting at the Chiwawa River taking my second break of the day (at 5:30!) the sun was shining on Fortress.

I was somewhat dejected, but I'd made my decision. Not to mention that if the south slopes on Chiwawa had been that icy, the north slopes on Fortress would probably have been terrible. So, I descended down the pleasant, albeit somewhat overgrown, Chiwawa River Trail.

I reached the junction with the Buck Creek Trail at 7 and decided that since I had a day's worth of food left in my pack I'd just wait to see what the weather looked like in the morning.

4:45 am and the sun was shining! Undaunted by the day before I threw a daypack together and left everything else in the tent. I headed up the Buck Creek Trail.

I reached Pass No Pass without difficulty except slipping off of a frosty log and drenching my feet. So I left my trail runners on a large rock in the sun and continued on.

Finding my way up the heather slopes and through the gully was straightforward. I can honestly say I've never seen so many marmot burrows in my life!

This side of Fortress looked much more inviting, especially without clouds and much less wind. I strapped on the crampons and headed up. The top inch of snow was soft, but underneath it was rock hard.

About the time I was balanced on tiptoes with only the front two point of each crampon dug into the snow and resorting to hastily chopping tiny holds with my axe that I realized that this peak was actually not that important to me.

I was like the proverbial cat in a tree though. I was probably 100+ feet up the steepening snow slope and 25 feet from the rocks. I decided to climb on to the rocks and rest. Perhaps I could even find a way up a short ways before getting on the snow again.

I reached the rocks only to discover that there was a very deep moat separating me from them and that they were covered with ice.

I stood on the edge of the moat only a few hundred vertical below the summit and considered my options.

I could keep climbing this rock hard icy snow and risk falling at any point.
I could loiter here on the edge of a moat for a couple of hours and hope the snow softened.
I could descend and come back.

Given that my ax was only penetrating about 2 inches, it was already after noon and clouds were again building I doubted that going up would be safe and that any softening that might take place would be marginal.

I tiptoed down the slope developing the Elvis Shakes more than once as I struggled to maintain the tension necessary to stay perched on the slope. At one point my trekking pole collapsed and I nearly lost my balance. I inched my way down until at last I felt the slope lessen and felt more than two points bite into the snow.

Back on the slopes above Pass No Pass I sat in the heather and had a pity party for one. I lamented my failed attempt(s) to a very sympathetic marmot, who undoubtedly was hoping I'd share my gummy snacks with him. I didn't.

I found my shoes to be 95% dry and threw them into my pack. Back at Buck Creek trail I headed toward the pass. I wasn't destined to ascend Fortress, but I figured Flower Dome would be a nice place for a late lunch.

I flopped down on Flower Dome and watched Glacier Peak generate a seemingly endless supply of dark clouds. I ate a chocolate bar and let my feet dry. After about 10 minutes I felt the raindrops hitting my bare legs.

I headed back downhill noticing that Fortress was once again surrounded by dark clouds. After the first few creek fords and only remaining snowpatch on the trail I switched back to my trail runners. I felt pretty light and happy...but I think that was more due to the coffee chocolate than the shoe switch.

I was dragging by the time I reached my camp. I crawled in the tent and laid down. Then I remembered that I had Indian Food in the car.

I was wolfing down Chana Masala and Juanitas tortilla chips by 7:30.

Overall it was a lot of miles, a lot of mountains, and a really great time!

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Ultralight Backpacking Basic Gearlist

Item Notes Weight (in ounces)
Pack

20

Gossamer Gear Gorilla Aluminum stay and back pad removed 16



Ditties

11.6

trash compacter bag waterproof packliner, make sure they are unscented for bear country! 2.2
knife
0.8
lighter
0.8
Toothpaste
1
Hot Hands (2) hand warmers 1.7
chapstick SPF 15 0.3
Sewing kit
0.1
Neosporin Check out minimus.biz to buy tiny  0.5
Immodium, Benadryl, Ibuprofen quantities of your first aid  0.3
bandages supplies and toiletries 0.1
mini floss
0.1
toothbrush (no case)
0.3
Stuff sack I like Cuben Fiber by YAMA 0.5
simple compass
1.2
Duct Tape
0.3
Leuko Tape
0.3
Wet Wipes Individually wrapped 0.2
Qtips
0.1
hand sani
0.3
sunscreen small quantity in a ziploc 0.3



Sleeping System

55.2

wool LS shirt (I use Icebreaker)
5.1
wool pants (I use Icebreaker)
5.6
sleeping pad (I use thermarest z-rest short)
10.8
Wool Socks (I use Smartwool)
1.7
GoLite Sleeping Bag


32
Shelter

16.6

Zpacks Hexamid Tent
15
titanium stakes + Duece of Spades (as stake and trowel)    
2.6
Gossamer Gear Polycro Groundsheet
1.6
Gossamer Gear LT4 Trekking poles per pair 8.2



Hats, Gloves, Buffs, Bandanas, Sleeves, etc

8.1

(Patagonia) Beanie
0.9
Sunglasses
0.8
Half Bandana
0.6
Turtle Fur Balaclava
1.2
OR mitts
2.6
Visor
2



Jackets and Long Sleeve Layers

14.2

OR rain jacket
5.5
Patagonia Houdini Jacket
3.4
wool long sleeve (I have a Smartwool mid-weight)
4.9



Hiking Clothes

2.7

hiking dress
2.7



Socks and Shoes

26.4

Injini RUN 2.0 Midweight Performance Socks
1.4
Altra Lone Peak
25



Hydration

7.8

Platypus Hoser
3.8
Sawyer Mini Filter
2
Bottle
2



Technology

14

SPOT GPS Tracker
6
Smart Phone
8

Total Carried + Worn

186.4 (11.65 pounds)

Base Weight on Back (without clothing)

111.2 (6.95 pounds)

This is my general kit for a multi-night hike. See also my Fastpacking recommendations for Fastpacking adventures.