I led Jean and Roy up Winberry Tie Trail, a three part trail that intersects a Forest Service Road twice up to the Winberry Divide itself, climbing 1200 feet through 2.5 miles to the height of land separating Winberry Creek from the drainage leading to Lookout Point Reservoir, part of the Middle Fork of the Willamette drainage.
I used the term “leading” advisedly as I happened to be first. Yes, I organized the hike, but Jean and I had both worked on the trail at least a combined 25 times, and Roy’s experience in the outdoors was a league or two above mine. He didn’t know the trail, so I introduced him to it. It was wet down in the first brushy part, and I had worn my summer hiking boots because they were lighter. I didn’t care that my feet got wet, which they soon did. We noted one downed log on the first part and that the trail needed removal of encroaching growth. The second part of the trail needed less brushing but had a couple of downed logs that Jean and Roy cleared the branches from. The logs themselves would require a power saw to remove.
About half way up the third part, I was finding my respiratory rate way too loud and way too fast, which it has been ever since my testosterone was removed and the hormonal mischief has additionally given me both estrogen side effects concurrently with estrogen withdrawal effects. Earlier, on the first crossing of the Forest Service road, I had one of the worst hot flashes I had since starting the drug nearly six months prior, sweating far out of proportion to my effort.
I thought my breathing wasn’t as bad as it could have been but did a rate check and disappointed to find it 51 per minute, what I have at the top of Spencer Butte. That was disconcerting, so I took a break just after a switchback near a root wad that Jean and I had worked on with a few others four years ago. She and Roy were right behind me. After they stopped, they began to loosen their rain pants, and then I noticed they didn’t continue to remove them, just tied them up a little bit to put them out of the way. I think they thought I was ready to keep hiking.
Maybe it was my fatigue, maybe it was hormonal, I mean, it is a good excuse these days for anything I don’t like, but I noticed what they had done, and lately my ability to notice subtleties seems to be enhanced.
They wanted to take off their rain pants. I could see that. And I needed to tell them to do so: “Go ahead and take off your rain pants and put them away. We’ve got plenty of time.” Roy had commitments later that day, but one of the things I do really well on the trail is to have a sense of time of day and distance. I know both virtually every minute of a hike. We had plenty of time for the remaining distance, even factoring in the time that I was going to be acting as Santa Claus at the end of the hike, which they did not know.
With pleasure, I noted that the pair continued to remove their rain pants and put them in their respective packs. When they looked ready, I shouldered my pack, and we continued up the trail. I said nothing. I don’t know if anything was noted by them, for it was such a minor event, but my stopping and letting them deal with their gear was a very major action by me. I noticed and acted on it, rather than kept hiking when they weren’t ready. Maybe my hormonal lack was doing something positive.
The remainder of the hike went fine. I played Santa Claus, where Jean ended up with a saw along with a turquoise bolo tie, which she promptly put on. It looked great. The saw was obvious; she does trail work. The bolo tie was a first choice of 30 that I had donated to the radiation center, because it was her idea that I wear something special daily for my therapy. So, I counted only one present. I then asked if the two wanted to leave or have lunch where we were. Jean wanted to have lunch, so we all ate, then I drove them back out to their vehicle, where they had plenty of time to deal with the afternoon’s commitments.
It was a great hike. We scouted the trail, I know what needs to be done, Roy learned a new trail, the pair had a fun outing together without having to worry about driving out there, navigating, or worrying about time. I managed all of those and tried to make it all happen quietly.
And played Santa as a bonus.
You know, I guess I really was a guide after all.
Boreal B[l]og 
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