In early July we took a trip into the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana.
When I researched the area, I had initially picked a fairly easy route. There was plenty of miles, but the elevation gain was moderate for me. I called the ranger station just to verify that those trails were open. They told me that the trail I wanted to go in on was taken out by a landslide and would be impassable until they could get a crew in there to repair it.
From there I changed the route and picked a much more difficult route. The new route would be much more scenic, but there would be a lot more elevation gain and more miles.
We started out by crossing Straight Creek several times and ran in to some horsemen going up the trail to stay at Straight Lake. As we started up the trail to Chilcoot Pass, I started to get cramps in my legs. I had a rough time, but I made it up and over the pass. At camp my legs continued to bother me and I actually vomited when we got to camp.
The next morning I did all I could to treat my issues and I almost changed our route to get out early. In the end there wasn't a closer route that was open. As we continued on, I started to feel better. The incredible views on the Bitterroot Divide were helping. The rest of the trip was unremarkable, physically, but the views were on point.
We hiked out on the North Fork trail to finish the trip. At the time this was the longest, toughest hike I had done. I'll remember it for a long time.
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