Another attempt at the perfect Swan Mountain Sunset

Last night as I left the office for the day, I looked up at the sky and just knew the sunset was going to be incredible. I hopped in my jeep and took off toward Bigfork, to the place where I had such wonderful views last time. But the light was fading fast and honestly I didn’t know if I could make it. So half way there I veered north toward Columbia Falls. This is what I caught….sunset and snowI am adding these photos chronologically. So you can see the way the light changes as it disappears.swan mountain rangeThese photos are part of a project I wrote about a few weeks ago. This is my attempt to capture a beloved set of mountains for a highly particular client. To read that entry click here.storm over the swan mountainsAfter a night like this it is impossible to not feel outrageously blessed. Life is good and I am happy and what could possibly be wrong with the world when there is beauty like this to take in? I know, life is never as simple as that, but in those moments standing alone in a snow covered field, watching the light strike the peaks and bounce up into the low hanging clouds above, my life was perfect.Swan Peak with cloudsI didn’t get to show these to my friend yet. He’ll see them today I hope and maybe, just maybe, one of these shots will be the one that finally wins a space on his wall.Swan Mountain sunsetWhether these win his final approval or not, I had an incredible night. Nights like that, sights like these, remind me how good life really is, and how blessed am I.
Love and best wishes to you all, BrenSwan with Clouds
Favorite of the Swan?
storm clouds over the Swan Mountains
Vertical of the Swan
Cloudy Swan Mountains
Last light on the Swan Mountains
Last light on the Swan Mountains

The Most Challenging Assignment Ever

Swan Mountain SunsetFor a month or so I have been looking at the mountains to the east and scouting for locations from which to photograph them.

I’ve been in love with these mountains since I moved here and realized exactly how close I was going to be living to them. But this recent push to get the perfect view has less to do with my love of the mountains and more to do with a request from a friend.
Swan Mountain SunsetOne of my friends grew up in Kalispell. He grew up looking out his parents front window at those mountains at sunset. And he would like me to capture a very specific view of the Swan Mountains. Now, there are several parameters for this photo. It has to be shot in the winter. It has to be shot at sunset. It has to show the bright pink Alpenglow that he loves.
Brenda Ahearn PhotographyThe way the eye sees and the way the camera sees are two completely different things. I’ve looked at the peaks from his old road. It’s a terrible view for a photograph. Houses, telephone poles, electric wires, and clutter that the eye can ignore and the camera cannot.

One of the first things you have to learn in photography is to see through the lens. The eyes and the brain can tune into a specific subject, mentally fading out all other distractions. The eye see things emotionally, seeing what it wants to see. The camera, however, is perfectly objective. It will record whatever you put in front of it, all of what you put in front of it. So when you are learning photography you have to learn how to eliminate the distractions. It is up to you to compose the shot and remove lamp posts and cars, and anything that takes away from the subject you are trying to capture.
Swan Mountain SunsetThe great thing about the mountains is, you can see them from all over the Flathead Valley. The bad thing is, everyone wants that view. So, there are houses, and fences, and roads, and cars, and wires, and barns and all matter of whatnot that get in the way of the clean, pure view I am looking for. The hard part about this project isn’t the mountains, it’s finding the perfect location.
Flathead Valley SunsetOn Saturday, I had a spectacular night. The peaks were brightly lit in the last rays of sunset and I just so happened to be in Bigfork. As soon as I saw what was happening, I knew I was going to get some great shots. Maybe even the shot for my friend.
Sunset Peaks of the Swan MountainsThis night was nearly perfect. The sky was filled above the peaks with dramatic clouds, that captured the light without obscuring the mountain tops. We had fresh snow and the peaks were positively vibrant. They glowed. In that light, the peaks were simply gorgeous. As I drove, looking for a place to stop and shoot I started wondering if my friend was seeing the peaks. A minute later I got his text: “The mountains are going to be awesome tonight” with the word tonight highlighted. I had to laugh at his timing.
Alpenglow on the Swan MountainsAs I said, the night was nearly perfect. I have to say nearly, because I don’t think these shots will be the ones he wants. He really wants the mountains alight with Alpenglow. But I am hoping one of these views ends up being the one he wants. At least then I will know exactly where to go when the right night finally comes.

I’ve got several snowy sunsets still to come for this winter, so I’m not worried yet. But I am determined. I have never tried to capture someone else’s vision before. I go. I find. I see. I fall in love with what I am seeing. And I record it. That’s how my scenic photo shoots usually go. Trying to record what someone else wants, a specific commission tied to what one person has seen and loved his entire life, has been one of the most challenging assignments I’ve ever taken on.

Year in Review

I always love looking back through the photos of year. What I did, where I went, what I captured: it never fails to leave me feeling proud of what I accomplished and challenged to do even better next time.

I believe that great things are coming for 2014 and am really excited, but before I close 2013 for good I wanted to share these, my top 12.

Best wishes to you all!













Flying Over Glacier

I will never get tired of Glacier National Park. It is my favorite place to visit…photograph…hike…see…explore…look for the Milky Way…wander…sit on a rock by a river and read…see the wildlife…see the sunrise…see the stars.
I love Glacier.

Glacier is never the same. Every day there is a new light and spark of wonder to find. There are countless angles and views and shafts of life and sweeping clouds.
In the years I have been in Montana I have been fortunate enough to fly over the park a few times. But this week I got to go up with a pilot/amateur photographer who understands the light and importance of time of day.

We had an incredible sky. Enormous clouds that made us question the decision to go when we were on the ground, but ended up being a blessing because they gave contrast to the sky and drama to way the light played over the mountains.

I don’t have a lot to say about these images but I wanted to share my new aerial views of Glacier. Ironically the park reopened today after the government shutdown and I was up at Avalanche Trail this afternoon. But I will share those photos another time.

One last note: for those of you who like my photography facebook is the main way I share my images. If you’d like to see more of what I do, send me a friend request.














12:44 a.m. text messages are awesome!

fb_aurora_borealis3158 It’s 12:44 a.m. It has been an outrageously long day. The dancers are in town for the workshop. There are three more days of classes and dances to be prepared for. Life is outrageously good, but overwhelmingly busy. Then your phone starts beeping. This isn’t my normal alarm clock beep, and not the beep of a call coming in. It’s my work phone. And it is the loudest, most obnoxious sound I can find because this is where I get my text messages from dispatch alerting me to fires and car wrecks and all the other things I have to cover at the drop of a hat. I groan. Make myself get out of bed to get the phone. I keep my phone just out of reach because if I can stay in bed and “accidentally” turn it off,  I may not get out of bed at all. But the message isn’t from dispatch, it’s from a friend who works for the Sheriff’s Department. “Northern lights are over big mountain!” … Ok. … Go!

I have never seen the Northern Lights. I remember hearing of them when I was child, seeing videos of the dance across the sky and dreaming that some day I would get the chance to visit Alaska or Norway or wherever, so I could see them for myself. As it happens, Kalispell, Montana at 48 degrees North is north enough to see the Aurora Borealis. Still, I’ve been here three and half years with no sign of them. So when that text came in, suddenly it doesn’t matter that I am sleep deprived, or that the next few days are going to be exhausting. All that matters is I need to be outside, with my camera, RIGHT NOW!

I grabbed my clothes, boots, camera, and keys and was out the door in minutes.

fb_aurora_borealis3161Wow. What a sight. From my back porch (which is near downtown) it was hard to discern the difference between the Northern Lights and the light pollution. Where to go? Answer: call the friend who sent the text. He sent me south of town toward Highway 40. I actually got on JP Road and this was where I got my first clear view and fell instantly in love.

As I said, I had never seen the lights, I had no idea how long they would last. That uncertainty led to some moments of silliness on my part. I was speeding and scrambling and not really thinking about compositions early on. Luckily there is a bridge on JP Road and as I crossed that I suddenly knew exactly what was needed — water. If the sky is gorgeous, find water to reflect the sky and voila! twice as much sky. This is an ancient photography rule. One I know well. It wasn’t until after I crossed the bridge that I figured that one out. But finding that bridge actually set the tone for the night.

fb_aurora_borealis3173After JP Road, I went to Whitefish State Park. I have to admit I felt a little guilty about this one. To get to the beach, at 1:30 in the morning, you have drive through the camp ground. People are sleeping. People are missing the Northern Lights, but I’m not their alarm clock. Maybe they don’t want to be woken up in the middle of the night the noise of my Jeep engine and me stumbling around in the dark looking for the beach. Note to self: even the places I have visited before become uncertain and difficult to navigate in the pitch black dark of night.

As my friend had been able to see the lights from Bigfork (about 50 minutes south) I started wondering if I might be too close. That decision set the tone for the rest of the night. I was out until 4 a.m. basically working my way south to Kalispell and east.



fb_aurora_borealis3209My favorite photo of the night is the next one… Actually, this is one of my favorite moments in my life. And it came at 4 in the morning. The sky began to pulse. I can’t think of a better word for it. It was as if the energy behind the lights was sending out waves or blasts that quietly electrified the sky and caused the Northern Lights to really dance. I have no words for this. I can’t really explain what I saw, or what I felt. It was a moment of a lifetime for me and one I shall never forget. There was, standing beside the retaining wall on the bridge on Highway 35 that crosses the Flathead River. This is NOT a safe place to stand. Especially at 4 a.m. when all is dark and the drunks are out. But this was the view I wanted and this was where the show became it’s most spectacular.

fb_aurora_borealis3219In most cases, photography is inferior to human vision. The eye can discern more than 200 shades of gray. Cameras aren’t that lucky. In slide film there are five f-stops between black and color. On negative film there are nine. Digital I’m told runs between 11 and 13. But there is something a camera can do that the eye can’t. It can collect cumulative light. Long exposures. All of these images were shot with a tripod, something I seldom do. The exposures ran from 30 seconds up to one minute. By letting the light play over longer periods it’s effects are made more visible. The Lights were incredible to see. Nothing like them in my life. The Lights on film are even more dramatic, even if they don’t convey quite the same level of power as the pulsing sky.

fb_aurora_borealis3222It wasn’t the rising moon that put a halt to the show. It was the dawn. This was the first time I can ever remember wishing dawn would hold off, wait… Of course, it didn’t. The sun continued to climb and slowly the white light of new day began to wash out the other worldly green.

fb_aurora_borealis3240I have now seen the Northern Lights. Seen, and instantly loved. Instead of being ready to cross this item off my bucket list, I’ve moved it to the top. I want to see them again. And again. And again. I want to see the sky dance.

And… I want more photographs.

Sunrise is always worth the risk.

Heaven's Peak at Dawn

It’s only mid-afternoon, but already it feels as if today has been a very long day. I know that this is to be expected when I go to sleep at 10 p.m. and set my first alarm for 2 a.m. in the morning. Why the strange hours? Why else? Sunrise.

Sunrise is always worth the effort. Sunrise is always worth the risk. Set the alarms. Drag myself out of bed. Shower and make ready. I am up well before dawn chasing a dream in my waking hours.  To capture the spectacular moment when the light, all golden and glowing, first touches the earth. It is a dream worth waking up early for, but as I make my preparations I do so knowing there are no guarantees with sunrise.

Maybe all that magical light I’ve been dreaming of will stay locked away and hidden behind a dense and deeply frustrating cloud bank. Maybe the colors in my imagination are too vivid and the reality will end up softer, more muted. And we’re talking about sunrise in the mountains. Mountains tend to draw in their very own weather patterns which are impossible to predict even from so short a distance away as 60 miles. Logan Pass really isn’t that far away from Kalispell. But the mountains make all the difference. You can have bright blue skies here in Kalipsell and snow storms over in Coram. And vice versa. There is just no telling.

So I get up. Always take a shower, otherwise I’d be considerably more likely to fall asleep while driving in the wee small hours. Gather my gear. And go. I go hoping. My very version of the leap of faith.

This morning I did not get what I wanted at all. I wanted an East-side sunrise. This is important to me because I know Logan Pass will be closing even before coming snow forces the road closed. They are doing a lot of construction up there and the tourist traffic slows that down. I want a sunrise looking out over Saint Mary’s Lake.

Turns out, Logan Pass is open. Except at night. At night the road is closed from 9 p.m. to 2 a.m. and from 2:15 a.m. until 7 a.m. I’m up at the park pretty early, but I not early enough to meet that short window. I got to The Loop at 4:30 on the nose just in time to greet a guard telling me I could go no further. He was as kind as he could be, but I was highly disappointed.

Hours later the sun starts to come up. I wasn’t going to get the sunrise I had so wanted. This particular sunrise was shall we saw less than awe-inspiring. Light clouds washed everything out leaving the mountains and vistas flat, boring compared to how it could be.

But there was one moment. One moment to redeem the day. One moment to make the effort worthwhile. I had parked at the top of The Loop facing Heaven’s Peak (elevation 8,987). And that snow-capped mountain caught the very first rays of light. Just enough to light up the very top. One brilliant spot of gold against a vibrant blue sky and a mostly silhouetted base. Black and blue and flaming gold. Definitely worth the drive. Definitely worth the effort. Always worth the risk.

And hey, it’s not as if I turned around and left at this point. No-no. I went up to Logan. And I saw my first big horn sheep. Four of them. Very large. And not the least bit afraid of me. They let me get close.

I still want that East-side sunrise. And I know I have to go soon. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to drag myself out of bed again that early on Saturday. Even if I don’t get exactly the photos I want I know I will leave the park with a deep sense of satisfaction. You see, even when I don’t get what I am dreaming of, I can be happy, even proud, knowing that I did not simply let the moments and opportunities pass me by. I would rather risk a sunrise that doesn’t quite thrill the photographer in me, than sleep in and wake up after the sun, wishing I had risen earlier.

That's my jeep that this guy just strolled alongside of...I'm going to have my jeep in the newspaper. : )

Remembering Kansas

I’ve been living in Montana for almost two years now. And still I am constantly reminding myself not to take this place for granted. Pay attention. Look around. Get outside and into the wild. Photograph EVERYTHING!

I am not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, in fact, there is a part of me that has begun to think this might be the place where I’d finally like to stay. None the less, I have to remind myself to do these things because otherwise I get blind to what is right in front of me. I forget to be awe-struck by what I see every day. I forget that the pattern of my life has so far been, to move to a new place, spend a few years, enjoy it while I am there, move on, and never return on any kind of permanent basis. I do not want to miss the opportunities that surround me here because I am aware that they may not always be mine.
One of the places I lived and once loved was Kansas. And last week I had a bit of a Kansas moment right here in Montana.

In 2002 I got my first newspaper job at a daily paper in Salina, Kansas. That was not my dream location. Kansas is not what springs to my mind when I think of scenic wonders. I wanted mountains, or an ocean, not the never-ending prairies and flatlands. But I was there for almost two years and in those years I did learn to appreciate the sprawling beauty of it.
When I was in the midwest I loved to storm chase. I never caught up with any of the tornados, but Lord knows I went looking for them. We had a storm come rolling into the Flathead Valley from the west and the famous big sky was violently filled with clouds pushing their way in. As I went looking for a view of the storm to photograph I headed west and found myself in the wheat fields of Montana. The golden wheat and the big sky, it was all so familiar. The one major difference was the line of mountains off to the west. Kansas definitely doesn’t have that vertical element along the horizon.
Sometimes I find myself missing the endless open of plains. I find myself thinking, it has been too long since I passed through that area, and far too long since I had the chance to really see and photograph it. Most of the photos with this blog entry are several years old. These are from my life then. But they are also a reminder to me. Again, always the message is: don’t take this place for granted.

I don’t want to leave Montana, whenever that day may come, and think, I wish I had done more. I wish I had photographed more. Explored more. Traveled more. Hiked more. Seen more. Captured more. When it’s time to leave I want to pack up my journals and my box filled with photos without one shred of regret. They are my tangible memories of my life and moments I lived and loved. They are my proof that I did not waste the time that was given to me.

There is a poem by Mary Oliver that expresses this best called When Death Comes. The last stanzas of it read:

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

Connections and the very cool things that come my way…

Connections. That’s how I got my latest story. And it’s a good story…

Last week a friend of mine from choir, Miss Nancy, emailed me that she had two guests staying with her. A former student of hers and a friend of a friend. This friend of a friend turned out to be a guy catching a ride from the Portland area to Glacier. His name is Kevin DeGraw and he was headed this way because he was about to begin hiking the Continental Divide Trail from Canada to Mexico. Nancy is pretty cool and she knew this is exactly the kind of thing that would interest me, so she gave me the heads up and got us connected.

I got to speak with Kevin a little, enough to tell him I work for the local paper and would love to do some photos of him. We traded numbers and made plans to meet at sunrise at Two Medicine in East Glacier. For me to get to Two Medicine at sunrise I have to leave my house at 2 a.m. I both love and hate sunrise for this reason. Anyhow…

Friday arrives. My first alarm goes off at midnight. I do this because I always ignore the first alarm and end up actually waking up about an hour later. At 1 a.m. it’s time to get out of bed, shower, get ready and get on the road. I’m always a little trepidatious traveling at this time day (or night). Pitch Black. Plus fog. Plus the ever present possibility of large wildlife wandering out onto the road I am speeding down.

I got to Two Medicine without incident. The thick fog did slow me down in sections, but I still got there well before first light. The wind was unbelievable. Violent. Enough that when I parked the Jeep the vehicle continued to rock and sway a bit. Enough that when I got out I was nearly blown over. Enough that I had serious issues keeping my tripod from tipping over. The only good out of all this wind was there was more than enough wind to make bug spray unnecessary. If I can barely walk, there is no way the mosquitoes can fly. Ha!

I love the blue hours before sunrise and after sunset. I had the whole place to myself and so I decided to play with long exposures and flash. This was my favorite picture from Two Medicine and we ran it in the next day’s paper.

Once the sun was up I headed for the camp ground to look for Kevin and the group he was with. This plan was far from perfect. Neither of us had cell service in Two Med. So basically I am going to drive/walk around the camp grounds looking for a guy without a car packing up at about 730 and preparing to hike to East Glacier. In retrospect this plan definitely could have used some more work.

I drove around the various lots. I’m sure the people sleeping in really loved me for that. Very few people were up and about at that time, but I knew to disregard anyone with a car. He’s walking the CDT. He won’t have a car parked near his tent. Finally I spotted a man slowly packing up and starting his day. No vehicle. So, I decided to stop and see if he knew the person I was looking for.

If you are going to dream of becoming a professional photographer keep in mind that one of the things you MUST possess is a willingness to look and sound like a complete idiot. Sometimes there really is nothing else you can do but walk up to a stranger and say “Hi. My name is Brenda Ahearn. I am the photographer from the Daily Inter Lake in Kalispell, Montana. I am looking for a group of guys who are hiking the Continental Divide Trail. One of them is named Kevin. I don’t suppose you have any idea where I might find these individuals do you?” It just sounds dumb. I also think that when I say things like this what ever I am suggesting sounds unreasonable and/or so unlikely as to be impossible to believe. I always expect the person I am saying this stuff to to look at me as if I have lost my marbles.

That wasn’t the what happened on Friday. “That’s us,” he says. “But Kevin isn’t with us.”


What do you mean he’s not here?

I convinced my boss to let me drive all the way out here to photograph this guy! Where else could he possibly be?!

Flop, the trail name of the guy I am speaking with tells me that Kevin had decided to hike on last night to East Glacier. Apparently Flop, Irish and Free Radical were going to be going a different route than Kevin so they had parted company the night before.

My irritation level at this point is pretty high. Fortunately, I also thought the whole incident was rather humorous so I was able to chuckle as I drove back from Two Med to East Glacier where hopefully I would have cell service and hopefully Kevin would have cell service and with any luck at all, I’d still manage to find him and do the story and photos. Ok. Here we go. Round Two.

East Glacier. It’s now 6:45 a.m. I have no idea where to look for this guy so in spite of the unforgivable hour of the morning I decide to call. Kevin answers. He wasn’t fully awake yet, but he also wasn’t completely asleep so I don’t feel too bad about rousing him before 7 in the morning. He needs to get ready so I tell him where I am parked and he joins me not too long after.

Kevin was absolutely fascinating to talk to. He’s living a life I can’t even wrap my brain around. That morning out on the lake, I had started to psych myself out wondering about the possible locations of grizzly bears, wondering if that day might be the day that I accidentally stumble upon one of the giant predators and end up dying rather than coming home with lovely shots of the park. Kevin was soon telling me that just the other day they had seen a mother grizzly with two cubs. She charged at them. A grizzly bear charged at them. That isn’t a life experience that I want. That’s the kind of life experience I prefer to avoid. But it’s also the kind of story that I love to hear.

Kevin and the story of his hike are going to be this week’s Montana Life. Since I was leaving at O dark thirty in the morning and since Kevin wasn’t going to have much cell service the only logical thing to do was for me to write the story. I don’t do this very often for the paper, but when the right story comes along I genuinely enjoy doing both the photos and quotes.

We talked as Kevin made his plans, checked his maps, gathered supplies, and packed his bag. I can’t remember now, but I think it was after noon or after 1 p.m. that we parted company. There is so much to tell, but rather than going into all of that I have decided to publish the story I wrote for the paper here.

So here it is: Going for the Triple Crown. Story and photos by Brenda Ahearn.

: )

First photos: Kevin making his plan for six days in the Bob Marshall Wilderness.

It’s a lazy Friday morning in the lobby of the Glacier Park Lodge in East Glacier.
Guests are starting to wander, getting breakfast, packing their cars, checking out the hotel gift shops and finally checking out. The pace of the morning is leisurely.
That is not the case for Kevin DeGraw.
DeGraw is a 31-year-old thru-hiker from Vancouver, Wash. He has taken over a table in the lobby which he fills with maps. He is making notations and plans for the days to come. This summer DeGraw is making an attempt to complete the “Triple Crown” of thru-hiking as he walks from Canada to Mexico along the Continental Divide Trail.
DeGraw began his hike Saturday, July 2. As of July 8 he had covered roughly 94 miles. If his estimates are correct that leaves just over 2,600 miles to go.
Now he’s facing a long stretch through the Bob Marshall Wilderness. Six days straight. Maybe eight depending on conditions.
No hotels. No showers. No grocery stores. And probably no cell phone service.
A woman stops as she watches DeGraw concentrating on his maps. She kindly and curiously asks, “Do you know where you are?”
DeGraw smiles.
“I know where we are, but I don’t know where I should be,” he says.
“Well, that’s two different things altogether, isn’t it?” the woman said smiling, and tells him to have a good time.
This random encounter is nothing unusual for DeGraw.
“People are attracted to the trip,” he says. “It can be really helpful, the way people come up to you. You can meet people, make connections, sometimes vital connections with someone who can help you on your way.”
“Actually, my trail name is ‘Freebie.’ I got that name partly because I’ve been pretty good at making those kind of connections.”

Maps by fellow thru-hiker Jonathan Ley.

DeGraw is using a variety of maps for his trek. But the ones he seemed to study the most intently were created by fellow thru-hiker Jonathan Ley of Portland, Ore., who completed the Continental Divide Trail in 2001. The Continental Divide Trail is one of the U.S. National Scenic Trails, following close to the Continental Divide through the Rocky Mountains.
DeGraw became interested in long-distance hikes in 2002.
“My first real trail was the Wonderland Trail,” DeGraw said, referring to a trail 93 miles long encircling Mount Rainier. “I did all the wrong things. I had a 60-pound pack, I wore jeans, I was not prepared. After that I realized if I wanted to do this I needed a different approach.”
“My base weight for this hike is 14 pounds, but that will drop to around 11 once I am out of the winter conditions which I’m hoping will happen near southern Montana.”
His basic setup includes: shorts and a T-shirt for hiking, shorts and a T-shirt for camp, a wool shirt, rain gear, insulated jacket, three pairs of socks, one pair of shoes, tent, sleeping bag, sleeping pad, miscellaneous electronics including an iPod, cell phone, and camera. He also carries an ice ax, crampons and bear spray.
DeGraw has learned a lot as he’s taken on other major thru-hikes. He completed the Appalachian Trail in 2008 and the Pacific Crest Trail in 2009. The Appalachian, the Pacific Crest and the Continental Divide trails are considered the Triple Crown.
“These trails are all about camping, being in the wilderness,” DeGraw said. “They fall into one category because of their length and the nature of the hike.”
DeGraw plans to leave East Glacier and make his way south through the Bob Marshall Wilderness to Benchmark Wilderness Guest Ranch in Fairfield. The ranch serves as a mail-drop location for hikers on the Continental Divide.
“If you go to a town along a major trail and want to see thru-hikers you go to the post office, the library or the cheapest grocery store,” said DeGraw. Thru-hikers will frequently mail themselves supplies. DeGraw could mail a package to his next stop, but that is not part of his plan. “My style is much less structured than some other thru-hikers, which may prove to be a strength on this hike, or completely disastrous.”

At the Glacier Park Trading Company DeGraw picks up a basket and begins to hunt through the aisles. He tends to eat about two pounds of food per day. “I have a horrendous diet out on the trail, but I justify it with how many calories I’m burning.”
As he makes his selections he says “This isn’t how I eat, this is how Freebie eats.”
Decisions are made based on the weight of the food and the price. Health is not a factor.
Two loaves honey whole grain bread. Two boxes of doughnuts. Two bags of corn chips which he ruthlessly crushes — when you are trying to pack 8 days worth of food there is no room for bags full of air. Grape jelly. Creamy peanut butter. Two blocks of Monterey Jack cheese. Two cans of peanuts. Snack backs of sunflower seeds, roasted peanuts and crackers and cheese. Two Snickers bars. One large bag of peanut M&Ms. Four bags of dehydrated potatoes and a couple packs of Raman noodles.
Once he picks up the basics he heads to a table at the back of the store. He spreads out his items and then begins to more closely comparison shop. When all is said and done he types the weight into his phone and comes up with 263 ounces. That’s 16.4 pounds and just where he wanted to be for the eight day hike. Grand total: $71.54. Now for the hard part, making it all fit into his backpack.
“My favorite saying on the trail is from Ray Jardine’s book ‘Beyond Backpacking.’ ‘If I need it, and I don’t have it, then I don’t need it.’”
“I like that saying a lot and I use it in my own life off the trail as well as on,” said DeGraw. “I think it’s a great motto. It fits with my whole simplicity goal.”

Kevin's Trip Journal

“After you’ve hiked for a while you know what you like and what you don’t,” said DeGraw. “Everything with you must have a purpose. The longer the hike the less a person brings. It’s kind of counter-intuitive, but you’ve thought about every single item you bring with you knowing you’ll have to carry it.”
“I tend to be a bit of a minimalist. I don’t like to plan too far ahead because I don’t know exactly where I’ll be or what I’ll want when I’m there.”
One of the unique challenges of this hike is isolation. DeGraw expects the Continental Divide Trail to be more of a solo hike.
“I think this is going to be a trail that offers me the chance for more personal growth. I’m going to see how I handle being alone,” said DeGraw. “There is a chance I won’t see any other thru-hikers for most of the four months. With this trail the challenge isn’t how to get time to yourself, the challenge is connecting with other thru-hikers.”

Thru-hikers Money Shot, E-Blanket, Trainwreck, Abear and Freebie check their map one last time as they prepare to leave East Glacier for Marias Pass on Friday, July 8.

He found that in East Glacier.
As he began organizing his food supplies a fellow thru-hiker comes in, takes one look at DeGraw and his gear and says “Are you Freebie?” And just like that he has met up with “Money Shot” Mark Dupray of Denver, Colo,. and “Abear” Drew Herbert of Shreveport, La.
“I knew Money Shot and Abear were in the area. They were the ones I was hoping to catch. In thru-hiking you always have at least a vague sense of who is around you. Thru-hiking is a pretty close community,” said DeGraw. “I didn’t personally know these guys, but I knew of them. Abear and Trainwreck hiked the Pacific Crest Trail the same year I did. We know a lot of the same people.”
DeGraw has to finish packing, but he asks if he can join them today as they head for Marias Pass. They are on their way to breakfast and they make plans to meet up when everyone is ready to go.

DeGraw finishes packing his food, and finds Abear outside talking with “Free Radical,” Wade Koech of East Berlin, Pa., one of the hikers with whom DeGraw came down from Canada. Free Radical is also heading to Marias Pass, but he is catching a ride. DeGraw asks if he can take his food for him and Free Radical agrees. They’ll meet up at Marias that night. For DeGraw, Friday becomes a day of “slack-packing.” He’s still hiking, but it’s at least one day where he’ll walk lighter without his food.
The group is joined by “E-Blanket” and “Trainwreck,” Emily Aston of San Diego, Calf., and Stephanie White of Crested Butte, Colo. With that the five set off back into Glacier.
“In thru-hiking, part of the appeal is usually to get away from everyone,” DeGraw said. “On the other trails you have to work to find a way to be alone. On this trail you have to find a way to be with other people. Even though I’ll be hiking ‘with them’ we may not see each other more than an hour or so per day.”
The five hikers take one last look at their map. The day is going to be clear and bright. They head into the park looking forward to the day of travel and the shared life experience.
“Thru-hiking fits in with the simplicity I seek in life. I enjoy it,” said DeGraw. “There is nothing else to think about when you are in a river up to your waist, you are only thinking of how to cross that river. It’s very in the present moment. And even when you do start to make plans for the future, they are close plans. You are looking for the next meal, the next place to get water, the next camp site, the next store.” All of life gets simplified. And the simplicity is my favorite thing.”
“This life is uncomplicated. I find myself in a better place when I’m out here, I’m better as a whole, when I’m living this way” said DeGraw. “Out here, I find, it all comes together.”