This week, Chuck Regenold, age 63 and a father of GearJunkie editor Stephen Regenold, hiked a 96-mile Maah Daah Hey Trail in western North Dakota’s Badlands. The remote track, that a GearJunkie organisation mountain-biked final month (see a outing news “Back From ‘Maah Daah Hey’ Trail”), winds by dried and grasslands, climbing and forward constantly for a whole length. Chuck hiked a track solo and carried all food, filtering H2O from streams and during slightest one “cow pond.” (He remarkable he could “still ambience a cow” even after purification!) On a trek, Chuck battled blisters, deceptive track spurs that took him off route, and wild, free-range drive not happy to see him in their extending drift along a way. Here son Stephen Regenold interviews his father on a Maah Daah Hey experience.
GearJunkie (Stephen Regenold): Congrats, dad! Quite a hike. How did it go?
Chuck Regenold: It was a good adventure. we hiked from sunup ‘til dusk all 4 days. What a place! Very remote. we frequency saw anyone, no one in fact dual of a days. Overall, though, a travel went well. Physically it was not as tough as we suspicion it would be during first, yet a track got exhausting. we had vast blisters on a initial day on comment of wearing too-small track runners! They fit during home and for normal hikes, yet for a prolonged days on this track they were too small.
Any other rigging issues?
I grabbed a wrong backpack. My pack, an aged JanSport that we modified, usually did not fit right. The hip belt kept subtly relaxation as we hiked, solemnly putting some-more and some-more weight on my shoulders until they ached.
How many miles a day did we make it?
The track was 96 miles, and we consider we did 22 miles a initial day, 27 a second, 22 miles, and afterwards 25 a final day. That’s about usually a 2mph average, we know, yet this track is tough!
Hardest partial of a trip?
The initial 25 miles. Just removing going. There were also wash-outs adult there during a north finish of a track [he hiked from a north to a south, starting during a CCC Camp trailhead], and we once done a wrong spin adult there and accidently circled behind on a route. Classic reticent mistake.
How most food did we move and what form of food?
I started with about 7 pounds of food, finished with none. we ate like we would on an continuation race, including lots of small “meals” of about 200 calories each. Lots of MMs and beef sticks, energy-gel packs, nuts, granola, a few droughty meals. we got unequivocally ill of a MMs. Never suspicion removing ill of MMs was probable before this! we had to force myself to eat during times. we would run low on appetite and not feel like eating during all. But we done myself. This is key. You can feel it right divided when we eat, and afterwards we can get relocating again.
Was H2O an issue? This track is notoriously dry.
At a start we had 2 gallons in my pack! Lot of weight. But 64 ounces of that H2O was “do not touch” — we was saving that volume for an puncture in box we could not find H2O down a trail. But after a while we satisfied that did not make sense. we would splash this haven once we was removing tighten to a source. we had a sobriety filter from Platypus — what a good product! It done filtering H2O easy. we drank from murky streams, a Little Missouri River, an animal trough, and once a “cow pond,” that was a murky hole with leg prints around it. Even after filtering that H2O we could still ambience a cow! we did run out of H2O nearby a end, maybe a final 5 miles. Man, it’s tough to go but water! Glad we was during a end.
What was your sleeping gear?
No tent, usually a bivy sack, pad and sleeping bag. we brought a lightweight fleece blanket. Grabbed it during a final minute. Was that warm! we felt like it combined 20 degrees. we used a vast poncho as my tarp. It’s a sil-nylon poncho that translates to a tarp if needed.
Your rigging was not too ultra-light overall, right?
Well, we know we brought my hatchet. we don’t go but it! Think if a charge came adult and we had to bruise [tarp] stakes into that tough Badlands ground. we consider we started with 22 pounds rigging in all. Sleeping bag, pad, SPOT device, phone, whistle, knife, and a few some-more things. The H2O filter weighed 10 ounces. It all adds up.
What rigging was essential?
The Leki movement poles. we pushed off them a lot. They unequivocally helped get me down a trail. The Platypus Gravity Filter. That is an glorious product. That fleece sweeping we mentioned. we desired that.
Any recommendations for someone looking to travel a Maah Daah Hey like we did it?
Bring a right boots and pack! That was my vast rigging mistake. What worked on shorter training hikes unsuccessful on a prolonged trek.
The Maah Daah Hey is a remote stretch. How many people did we see out there in all?
No one on a initial day or third days. All alone. The second day we saw dual bikers. They were doing 35 miles that day. Then on a final day, when going by Theodore Roosevelt National Park, there were a few people. One man was solo thru-hiking. He was from Bismarck, N.D., and he had a light daypack on only. He’d gathering by a Badlands a day before and done “stashes” of food and H2O and rigging to squeeze along his trek. There was a lady and her dual sons hiking. They looked like they usually stepped out of an LL Bean catalog. They looked unequivocally slick.
You had a run-in with a free-range steer? What happened?
One night, low in a draw, we suspicion we saw this longhorn or drive crouched there and watchful for me. we did not wish to go down there in a dark, so we stopped hiking. we camped there. But in a morning a “steer” was indeed usually a log! Later in a trek, though, we did get tighten to a genuine free-range steer. He was giving me a uncanny look. He didn’t like me there during all and was creation bizarre signals and relocating strange. we suspicion ‘I have no where to run!’ There is no where to hide, no trees to stand out there. So we usually put my conduct down. we hiked fast past that drive and he left me alone as we got out of his way.
—GearJunkie owner Stephen Regenold credits his father for instilling a lifelong passion for journey in him as a kid. He canoed a Minnesota River with his father during age 3, camped and hiked flourishing up. As a teenager, a father and son set a year-long idea to learn to stone stand and afterwards rise Wyoming’s Devils Tower. They stood on a limit together in May of 1995, a few days before Stephen graduated from high propagandize during age 17.