Wonder what Pam packs in her backpack for a night on the trail?

Wonder what Pam packs in her backpack for a night on the trail?

Pam LeBlanc’s backpack and contents for an overnight trip at Lake Somerville this week. Pam LeBlanc photo

Wonder what I stuff in my backpack before hitting the trail?

I unpacked my gear after a short overnight stay at a primitive site in the Nails Creek Unit at Lake Somerville State Park.

Here’s what I carried, starting at the top left and going by rows:

  1. Baseball cap
  2. Buff (borrowed from Joe)
  3. Sandals to wear in camp
  4. PJ pants and long-sleeved shirt
  5. Tent in orange bag (Big Agnes Copper Spur II)
  6. Gas, tiny campstove and pot for boiling water
  7. Osprey backpack
  8. Sleeping bag in black stuff sack
  9. Foam cushion for sitting
  10. Inflatable sleeping pad (Sea to Summit Etherlight XT)
  11. First aid kit
  12. Water bottle
  13. Platypus bag with water (on longer trips I bring a water filter system)
  14. Cosmetics bag with glasses, sunscreen, toothpaste and toothbrush
  15. Headlamp
  16. Sunglasses
  17. Ditty bag filled with snacks to clip around waist
  18. Freeze-dried meals (Austin-based PackIt Gourmet are my favorite)
  19. Titanium spoon

 

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Arctic Cowboys test gear in snowy Austin before planned Northwest Passage paddle expedition

Arctic Cowboys test gear in snowy Austin before planned Northwest Passage paddle expedition

West Hansen and Jimmy Harvey paddle Lady Bird Lake on a rare snowy day in Austin, Texas. Pam LeBlanc photo

West Hansen wriggled into a dry suit Monday, squeezing his head and wrists through tight gaskets designed to keep out water, then snapped a neoprene spray skirt into place before climbing into his torpedo-shaped kayak.

Hansen, who is gearing up to lead a kayaking expedition across the Northwest Passage later this year, wanted to test out his cold weather equipment. That meant loading an 18-foot Epic sea kayak covered with half a foot of snow onto his vehicle and heading to Lady Bird Lake in downtown Austin, where he tugged on a knit hat and attached pogies – insulated mittens that look like oven mitts – to his double-blade paddle.

Everything went as planned, and Hansen and fellow Arctic Cowboy Jimmy Harvey logged a couple of hours of urban paddling on one of the coldest days in Austin history. Temperatures hovered in the 20s as the two slid their boats into the water near Austin High School, paddled up to Loop 1 (MoPac), blew down to Congress Avenue, then glided into Barton Creek, where steam rose off the water surface and snow clung to branches arched overhead.

Chances are, the temperatures they braved in Austin yesterday were colder than what they’ll face during their expedition, tentatively planned for summer 2021. High temperatures in Tuktoyaktuk, at the western edge of their 1,900-mile route, average about 61 in July. Temperatures in Pond Inlet, near the eastern edge of the route, are colder, about 52 degrees.

“Our faces were a little cold, but other than that it was nice and toasty,” Hansen said of yesterday’s shake out.

West Hansen pulls on the top of his dry suit. Pam LeBlanc photo

Jimmy Harvey prepares to paddle. The insulated mittens attached to his paddle are called “pogies.” Pam LeBlanc photo

There will be differences, though. The winds in the Arctic will probably be stronger, creating colder wind chills, and the wildlife more dangerous. The Cowboys will likely encounter polar bears, which can smell their prey a kilometer away and swim up to 6 mph, as they kayak across the passage. They could also face orcas, storms and cracking sea ice.

Hansen hasn’t determined yet which direction they’ll make the roughly two-month trip. That will depend on how quickly the ice breaks up as summer begins, and how soon the Canadian government allows access into Nunavut, populated by the native Inuit people. And that all depends on how well Covid vaccine rollout goes.

“We’re gearing up as if we’re going, communicating with the Canadian government, and reaching out to different scientific organizations that need testing done to link with them,” Hansen said. “We’re treating it as if we’re going, and hopefully in next few months things will change with Covid.”

West Hansen and Jimmy Harvey paddle Barton Creek in downtown Austin on Feb. 15, 2021. Pam LeBlanc photo

Hansen, who became the first person to paddle 4,200 miles from a newly discovered source of the Amazon River to the sea in 2012, doesn’t seem worried about the potential hazards. He endured colder conditions in Russia in 2014, when he and Jeff Wueste, the third member of the Arctic Cowboys team, paddled the entire Volga River. And river bandits, whitewater rapids and an injured shoulder didn’t stop his Amazon trip.

As for the nippy Austin run?
“It was nice,” he said. “And we saw a cross country skier.”

That skier was gliding along the Butler Trail around Lady Bird Lake as they pulled their boats out.

West Hansen and Jimmy Harvey launch their kayaks near Austin High School on Feb. 15, 2021. Pam LeBlanc photo

 

 

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It’s official: I’m hooked on vanlife

It’s official: I’m hooked on vanlife

My husband and I spent a week driving a campervan around Colorado. Chris LeBlanc photo

After spending a week rambling around the cool, aspen- and pine-shaded mountains of Colorado in a customized Dodge Ram ProMaster 1500, I’m convinced I need a campervan in my life.
I love sleeping in a tent, but snoozing in a cozy nook in the back of a van, then flipping open the rear hatch to watch the sun rise, makes me swoon. You just drive up, park, and voila – your campsite is set.
And because nearly 36 percent of the land in Colorado – roughly 23.8 million acres – is publicly owned, that means ample places to spend the night, even if official campgrounds are full. By contrast, only about 1.8 percent – or roughly 3 million acres – of land in Texas is publicly owned.

The “dispersed” camping in Colorado is amazing – drive onto U.S. Forest Service land, park, and sleep. You can see Ivan in the lower part of this photo. Pam LeBlanc photo

We rented Ivan the Terrible from Native Campervans (www.nativecampervans.com) in Denver, which also operates locations in Las Vegas and Salt Lake City. Several models are available, but we went with the “Biggie,” which comes with a mini fridge, two-burner stovetop, interior lights powered by a solar panel, and a bed that sleeps two. (If you’re taller than 5’10”, you’ll have to curl up.) It didn’t have a toilet or shower, but we didn’t really need them.
Rates vary depending on the model, length of the trip, and season, but Ivan the Terrible (all vans get names) goes for $239 a day in the summer, $199 a day in the fall, and $169 a day in the winter for a week-long rental. By comparison, a “Smalls” style campervan from the same company rents for $149 a day in the summer.
I learned a lot during our week on the road.
We made a big loop, starting in Denver and heading to Buena Vista, where we found a campground in the nearby national forest the first night. From where we parked, in a pine-dotted canyon accessed by a bumpy gravel road, we couldn’t see any other signs of human life. We hiked up on a ridge and soaked in the wilderness, happy for the need to zip up our puffy jackets.
We spent the next day in a rubber raft, running a hit parade of rapids through Browns Canyon with a private guide from River Runners, then parked Ivan for the night at a roadside campground in Almont. From there, we boogied our way to the fruit and wine region of Paonia, where we stayed two nights between the peach and apple trees at Big B’s Orchard. We visited the north (less visited) rim of Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, peering 2,200 feet nearly straight down into the steepest, sheerest gorge I’ve ever seen.
Mid-week we indulged in a hot shower and a longer bed at the Bross Hotel in Paonia, then we hit the road again, stopping to camp in Redstone and, finally, Twin Lakes.

I loved the sleeping nook in our van, nicknamed Ivan the Terrible. Chris LeBlanc photo

I learned lots along the way.
First, it may seem like a good idea, but don’t fry chicken and brew coffee on the stove while rolling down the highway in a campervan. (Don’t worry. I didn’t actually try this, although I was tempted.)
Second, watch for freak summer hailstorms. We cracked a windshield when one blew up out of nowhere at the top of newly-paved Cottonwood Pass.
I love mountain passes, by the way. Kebler Pass is home to one of the world’s largest aspen groves, and we spent two days in the area, hiking the spectacular Lost Lakes and Cliff Creek trails.
Also, I hate mountain passes. I had to blindfold myself as my husband Chris drove around hairpin turns with sheer drop-offs on Independence Pass between Aspen and Twin Lakes. I opened my eyes long enough to see a pop-up camper dangling about 20 feet off the road, its vehicle nowhere in sight.
My favorite new Colorado town? Redstone, known as the “Ruby of the Rockies,” with a population of 92 and the ruins of nearly 100 old beehive-shaped coke ovens, where coal mined in the surrounding ovens was once refined. (At its peak at the end of the 19th century, 200 ovens operated here. They fell into disrepair after World War II, and hippies moved into some of them during the 1960s and ‘70s.) It’s close to fantastic hiking at Avalanche Creek, too.
It’s worth the trip to tiny Marble, a cell service-free zone favored by buzzing four-wheelers, if only for the ribs at Slow Grooving BBQ. (They brag about the brisket, which is pretty good, but we’re from Texas and we know better, y’all.)
We finished our adventure in a lovely campground at Twin Lakes, where we popped a celebratory bottle of wine from the Storm Cellar in Paonia and toasted Ivan for carrying us safely around the state.

Chris LeBlanc dances a jig outside the campervan. Pam LeBlanc photo

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Day tripping to Blanco State Park

Day tripping to Blanco State Park

Take a natural “shower” beneath the dam at Blanco State Park. Chris LeBlanc photo


I snuck off to Blanco State Park this morning, to dangle a toe in one of my favorite swimming rivers in the area.
The park, like all Texas State Parks, is currently operating under a reservation-only system. To get in, you’ve got to go online, reserve a slot in advance, and print out your registration forms (or save them on your smart phone).
I booked my spot two weeks ago. Other parks, such as Pedernales Falls State Park and Guadalupe River State Park, fill up even farther in advance. Face coverings are required inside all park buildings, and visitors must maintain a 6-foot distance from anyone not in their group.

Chris LeBlanc and Marcy Stellfox paddle standup paddle boards on the Blanco River. Pam LeBlanc photo

But officials are only filling parks to half capacity, which means once you get in, you’ll have plenty of space to spread out.
At Blanco, you can sign up for either a morning slot or an afternoon slot. We took a morning spot – which means you can arrive as early as 8 a.m., and stay until the park closes at 10 p.m. if you want – and encountered only a handful of folks on the east side of the park. (The west side is more popular with families and picnickers, but the west side has a better stretch for swimming, I think.)
We brought along paddleboards and swim goggles, and spent a few hours gliding up and down the river. It’s fun to play on the dam, too, where you can lean under a natural shower of water or jump off the top into the pooling green water below.
When you’re done, curl up on a towel beneath towering cypress trees and listen to the breeze ruffle through cottonwoods. Ducks waddle along shore, and a series of covered picnic tables makes a great spot for a meal. The 105-acre park hugs a mile-long stretch of river.
Admission to Blanco State Park, 101 Park Road 23, is $5 per person (free ages 12 and under), or free with a state parks pass. For more information, go to https://tpwd.texas.gov/state-parks/blanco.
There’s plenty of room to spread out beneath the cypress and cottonwoods at Blanco State Park. Pam LeBlanc photo

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Third Coast Cowboys finish strong at Louisiana border

Third Coast Cowboys finish strong at Louisiana border

The 3rd Coast Cowboys pull into Walter Umphrey Park outside Port Arthur on June 1, 2020. Pam LeBlanc photo


West Hansen pulled his kayak up the boat ramp at Walter Umphrey State Park in Port Arthur at about 5 p.m. Monday, stepped around a dead fish and greeted the small crowd of family members gathered there to cheer him in.
“Well, that’s done,” he said, 13 days of stubble bristling from his chin.
Hansen, 58, and four other paddlers left the tip of South Padre Island on May 20, then spent two days chugging through swells and chop in the Gulf of Mexico before shifting into the Intracoastal Waterway for the rest of the trip up the Texas coast. Tim Curry dropped out after four days, but the others – Jeff Wueste, Jimmy Harvey and Branndon Bargo – celebrated Monday afternoon by sharing stories and eating homemade chicken, potato salad and cookies in the shadow of the Sabine Lake Causeway Bridge between Texas and Louisiana. The 3rd Coast Cowboys Epic Kayak Journey covered 420 miles in all, and the kayakers paddled an estimated 65,000 to 70,000 strokes most days.

The team paddles past a barge in the Intracoastal Waterway near Matagorda, Texas. Pam LeBlanc photo


The paddlers spent their final night in cattle pens at a grassy crossing of the ICW about 5 miles northeast of the State Highway 124 bridge, lulled to sleep by croaking bull frogs, under the watchful gaze of a 6-foot alligator. Paddling into Port Arthur that last day, they went through another downpour, and steady headwinds.
“It was hard,” Harvey said while driving back to Austin a few hours later. “Today was a slog because the wind was blowing in our face all day and it felt like we were going upstream.”
Hansen originally guessed that the trip would take eight days; that stretched to 13 when the team encountered stiff winds, coastal squalls and swells so big they lost sight of one another. Instead of 50 miles – the distance Hansen covered on an average day during his 2012 Amazon Express expedition down the entire length of the Amazon River – they paddled closer to 35 miles.
“Was there ever a moment you wanted to quit?” someone asked Hansen as he feasted at the finish.
“Yeah, every one,” joked Hansen, his nose sunburned and lower back rubbed raw from his seat.
Besides challenging conditions in the Gulf, the team endured a series of storms, including one that wrecked several tents, swarms of mosquitos, and enough sticky ooze at one campsite to host a mud-wrestling competition. They also paddled alongside pods of dolphins, pitched tents on spoil islands covered in lush green and rust-colored grass, and watched serene sunrises and sunsets. One night Hansen sang songs from his tent; each morning they gathered for coffee before pushing back into the liquid highway. Along the way they swapped stories, tried to trip each other up with riddles, and pondered trivia questions.

The sun rises over a spoil island where the team camped along Matagorda Bay. Pam LeBlanc photo


They also met people, including a friendly fisherman who shared bags of fresh fruit, someone who needed a hand righting an overturned bathroom, and a constable who escorted the kayakers around a construction zone to replace the last operating swing bridge in the state. In the busy Galveston Harbor they paused to admire the three-masted Elissa, a tall sailing ship launched in 1877, before sprinting across the Galveston Ship Channel to Bolivar Peninsula, where they camped on a beach strewn with litter.

The team stops to admire the Elissa in the Galveston Harbor. Pam LeBlanc photo

Thirteen days into the adventure, the paddlers finished strong and looked happy.
I’m writing about the adventure for a statewide magazine. I’ll share details when it publishes.

West Hansen paddles through Matagorda Bay. Pam LeBlanc photo

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