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your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 1:13 pm
by friendowl
i spent 54 days and long nights up in utah's "capitol reef" nat.park.
for all those days i had to wear the same clothes and we had no soap
only the river to clean ourselves.we had to hike like 10-15 miles a day. i could go on for a while about all the
crazy things that happened in those days....but i'll save that story for later

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 5:40 pm
by Terry Morse
OK, you can't leave us hanging like that! Why would you be in Capitol Reef for that long with those conditions? People want to know.

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 10:08 am
by HikeUp
As a dayhiker, my adventures haven't lasted more than 10 hours.

54 days in Capitol Reef? I'm also intrigued about why? I spent about 12 hours there once...most of it sleeping.

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 2:33 pm
by friendowl
i was lucky enough to be considered for a "wilderness therapy" program
i got myself into quite a bit of trouble as a teen.i guess i made an impression on my probation officer and instead of going to camp or juvy
i got sent to this program for at-risk youth.

it was a total surprise for me.i had no idea what was going on or where i was going.i would sleep with my bedroom door locked and one morning
about 4am i awoke to the sound of the door knob jiggling.someone was trying to come in.i had dope in my roomand i thought i was being robbed
just as i was about to reach under my bed for my protection the door swung open and standing there were two detectives dressed in suits.they had guns drawn on me and told me not to move.they were big guys.one said he used to play pro-ball for dallas cowboys.he was huge. i knew i was busted when i saw my mom standing there with that look.

i stayed quiet so iwouldnt things worse.i just went with the flow.i was cuffed and put in the car.they didnt say anything.we drove to the airport
and that made me wonder.i asked them where i was going and they said
dont worry about it....so i didnt...i was curious and a lil excited.where ever i end up will be a change from my life and i was glad for that.i was still handcuffed and put on a plane.everyone was looking at me like i was a super criminal or something....we took off and then we landed in salt lake city.where i was given to some other people waiting for me in a van.
i also asked them where i was going and they said "does it matter"

I have always loved adventure.the more uncomfortable and scary,the better story i have to tell. salt lake city was horrible.i was way out of the ghetto and i felt out of place.there were no liquor stores or grafitti.
from the airport i was driven for hours and hours till we got to loa.utah
in the middle of nowhere there was one lil building/shack. i was uncuffed finally and then strip searched [cavity search]. i was given a water bottle
and some hiking shoes and socks and som eother cheap gear and put in a truck and driven another two hours or so on dirt roads to the center of no where.in my mind i was trying to remember the route cuz i was planning
on escaping back to los angeles as soon as i could. after like that 100th
fork in the road everything looked the same and i knew i was fucked..

the truck came to a stop and sitting under a bush were these two guys
i was transferred over to them and as soon as the truck took off we started hiking.i had never hiked before or really cared to. we walked for hours and hours.thru river and over hills and we just walked and walked
i got dizzy and started throwing up but we still had to keep going.it was getting dark so we found a flat piece of land and i was told to go to sleep.

i had to take ashit pretty bad and i told them guys where do i go.
they looked around in a circle and said "pick any spot you like"
and they even gave me 7 lil squares of paper to wipe with....wtf
after i did my thing i went back to lie down and one guys says
"wheres your paper" ?? i told him i buried it and he made me go get it
and he gave me a lil ziplock and i had to carry that.

as i laid down and looked up i was split in two.
half of my body wanted to cry.i was alone and far from home
a few hours ago i was in downtown la and now im somehwere in utah
i felt vulnerable and scared but when looked up at the sky and seen all
those stars..i had never seen th esky like that...not even at the griffith park laserium shows....it was magical..something inside me changed that minute.i no longer felt afraid and i knew things were going to be OK.

that was day 1 out of 54.and i had no idea the shit i was going to be put thru.

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 5:33 pm
by hvydrt
good story friendowl. sounds like a good program. my first "hike" was under similar circumstances. i was just a few weeks past my 18th birthday and got into some trouble. when i got out i had no money and no one would pick up my collect calls, so i walked from fontana to chino hills. (about 23 miles)

i think my longest day hike would be around 14 hours from the museum to san j to tram. much more rewarding than my first 23 mile trek.

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:46 pm
by HikeUp
And now we know why! Thanks for the story - that's one hell of a way to discover hiking and the outdoors!

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 7:59 pm
by Taco
Dayum! 8)

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 8:07 pm
by FIGHT ON
They made you carry a ziplock bag of what??

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 11:07 am
by friendowl
just the paper...other remains were left buriied 6-8 inches down
when we would meet up with our resupply they would pack out our trash
very humbling

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 7:14 pm
by FIGHT ON
friendowl.

me and my friends are waiting for you to say what happened next on your adventure. :D

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:27 am
by friendowl
i forgot i was on the floor of the desert somehwere in utah. i thought i was at home. i felt like crap again.we woke up and had breakfast. corn meal is what we ate every damn morning from that moment on.no sugar nothing
but some raisins from my gorp bag and a lil powder milk.we hiked all day
and i was throwing up and felt like i was going to pass out. this was way harder than "hell week" at football practice...

i remember the first couple of days very clearly even though its been a long time. on day two i met THIRST. i had been thirsty before but never like this. i drank all of my water and we had about 4 miles to go to get
to a river shown on the map.i was having trouble seeing straight..i was really out of shape for this hiking stuff...we were all thirsty and when we got to the river it was a flow of mud.it looked like chocolate milk.it was nasty looking and i was so so thirsty...i said fuck it and filled up my canteen.i got a mouthful of dirt and a lil moisture..it was gross...the two guys i was with were laughing at my lack of wilderness skills,

they dug a hole about a foot away from the chocolate river and lil by lil
the water was filling up the hole.it was alot clearer than the one i drank.
then they used a bandanna to filter the rest..it was a life saver...i loved that drink of water.to this day when im thirsty and drink i get taken back to that moment..every time i drink i can see myself on that river.i love water.

after filling up we moved on. i would ask the guides where we were headed and they would tell me "just a few more miles"
they wouldnt tell me anything like how long i was going to be here
or what the program was going to be like...it was mental torture for me
i wondered just how long i could keep this up....forever if i have to

all day we would walk and nobody talked...it was weird for me
im from the city and i like noise.the quiet was freaking me out.
it was getting late and i was tired and hungry..i could tell these guys
were testing me to see how much i could hang..im going to flip shit on them and enjoy this as much as i can....i would never give anyone the satisfaction of beating me mentally..but physically i was exhausted and was happy when they stopped to make camp..

day two was coming to an end.i was already forgetting about home.
nothing mattered anymore..only walking and thinking...and eating
i was hungry and asked whats for dinner....i didnt like my answer.
what did i expect i was way out here in the middle of nowhere.
i hadnt given it much thought but know i wanted a cheeseburger,fries and a coke but what i got was a bag full of uncooked lentils...o hell no
i could hang being kidnapped and dropped off in the desert but eating this crap was a devastating blow..i boiled my water ate my grub and laid out
the star show as about to begin and i had a great seat.

as i was laying down looking upa nd thinking about life
one of the guides told me that in the morning i would be meeting
up with a group of my peers and if i behaved well i could remain with
them..if i fight or get into problems im back on solo.i was happy
to hear that.i felt all alone out here...things were picking up already

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 5:05 pm
by Hikin_Jim
wow.

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 2:16 pm
by FIGHT ON
friendowl? When you get some time it would be cool to hear some more stuff that happened to you on this subject. :)

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 3:16 pm
by friendowl
i found this on-line and it about sums it up


It is not my intent to become involved in an argument over the proper use and definition of the word "detainee". However, this debate has been recently brought to my attention, and I feel the need to contribute. As an Aspen Achievement Academy "alumni" or survivor, the question of whether or not I felt like a "detainee" has been posed to me. The answer to that question is "yes".

This is my story: I ask that any parent thinking about enrolling their child in The Aspen Achievement Academy, to please reconsider. As a former student of the program myself, this request stems from my first hand experiences in the program. Please be for warned that the organization’s advertisements are misleading. I did not see any of the literature provided to my parents until after my return from Utah. After the initial review of a videotape, and several pamphlets provided by the program, I was disgusted. Aspen did not accurately portray itself. My parents were shocked when I came home and they saw the evidence in my backpack, and heard my stories. They had no idea what they had really signed me up for. According to advertisements for the Aspen Achievement Academy, the program resembled a rugged, yet therapeutic summer camp experience. In reality, this could not have been farther than the truth. It has been nearly twelve years since I spent those two months in the Utah wilderness, and my experience there still haunts me to this day. The extensive neglect that my fellow students and I experienced was unacceptable.

I’ll never forget May 11th, 1994. It’s a date that will trouble me for the rest of my life. That morning two strangers awakened me at 5 am. They ordered me to get up and get dressed "because I was going to Utah for a long time". I told them "I couldn’t go to Utah; I had to go to school that day!" However, as it turned out I had no choice. After a lengthy physical struggle with these people, I found myself forced onto a second rate airplane (who’s ever heard of “Morris” airlines anyway?) bound for Salt Lake City. That day remains in my memory as one of the most emotionally devastating and difficult things I have ever been through. My family had betrayed me; they had forever destroyed my full trust in them. I remember before the program even started, they took us to a therapist, or maybe he was a psychiatrist (they refused to tell me anything), in Provo Utah. It was his job to be sure we were evaluated before being sent out into the desert. One of the worst moments in my life was when this man looked me in the eye and told me that he did NOT believe that I was a very good candidate for the program, but that he was going to recommend that I attend anyway. He said I seemed like a relatively normal and stable teenager. My heart sank; I could actually feel it. He validated this by saying that he thought the program would be good for anyone, even himself. I felt so helpless. He also told me that my parents had paid $23,000 for my time in the desert. I don’t know where that money went; because it certainly did not go to proper care and feeding of my fellow students and I. Sometimes I suspect that that psychiatrist in Provo saw a fair amount of it for his “recommendation”.

All that money my parents spent, for me to just walk for 52 days. Against my will I walked in a line, over cow patties and large rocks, through a desert wasteland, day after day. I remember walking along sheer cliffs with no safety ropes or harnesses, eating from dirty and rancid dishes, and having to use our bare hands to dig up and relocate human "waste" on several occasions. But, I'm getting ahead of myself, all of that didn’t start until a few days later. The initial “evaluation” period in Utah lasted a couple more days. During that time I stayed with a family in Provo, Utah. The wife (sometimes literally) dragged me around town with her. I joined her while she did things like get her hair done and pick up her kids from school. The family talked to me about God and accepting the Mormon religion into their hearts. It was a confusing couple of days. No one would answer any of my questions. I wish now that I would have screamed and tried harder to run away while we were out in public. We went grocery shopping, and I stayed by her side. During the night I was forced to stay in the living room of her house, guarded by inferred sensitive alarms "so that I could not escape". At the time I thought maybe I was sent to Utah to stay with her. Obviously I had no idea what I was in for. She took me to be drug tested. I have no doubt that the results of this test came up clean. I also spent many hours filling out a lengthy “true or false” personality evaluation. I remember specifically questions such as “I am a secret messenger of God. True or False” and “I like to physically harm small animals. True or False.” It was insulting and humiliating to answer those questions, I wasn’t mentally ill. Looking back, I doubt anyone ever even looked at my answers anyway. I had no idea where I was, or why I was with this strange family. I slept on their couch for two nights. Then I was transported in a rickety van several hundred miles south to (what I now know was) a remote area of Southern Utah, near the Henry Mountains.

That’s when the horror really started. During the initial days (called “Impact phase”) my fellow group members and I were forced to hike for hours on end with absolutely no food. Our bodies weren’t used to such grueling activity or carrying the primitive backpacks. Several kids screamed, cried and fought. Some collapsed and refused to go on. The counselors were all in good shape. They carried comfortable backpacks, and were able to eat. They stood by, laughing and talking amongst themselves, waiting for us to pick up the fallen victim, even drag them if necessary. I was too exhausted to even talk, let alone expend any energy on tears. They told us nothing; we were at their mercy. I really and truly thought we were going to die. My Mom wrote me a letter a week later, in which she said she had heard that the first phase was “pretty hard”. I resent that understatement to this day. Finally after a few days of “impact phase” we were given a little food (two over ripe bananas to be exact). Then, later the next day we got a little more, but it was never much. We were starving in Utah; I lost over 20 pounds, and I wasn’t overweight to begin with. We simply were not provided with adequate amounts of food. Often times we were given no food at all, or forced to hike, exhausted for many miles before any food was provided. On a good day, in the mornings we were able to eat half a cup of cold uncooked oatmeal, and then at night if we were lucky we could eat the same amount of cooked potatoes and rice. For a treat we occasionally ate salted pork fat or butter. If we could not start a fire this food was consumed raw. I still eat too fast, and too much as a result of this. To this day I still struggle with my weight and feel like I need to eat as much as possible. Before Utah, it wasn’t ever an issue for me. Furthermore, the healthcare was unacceptable. There were three specific instances that come to mind concerning this subject. The first concerns my knees. I was born with knee problems (a tendency for my kneecaps to dislocate). During my time with Aspen my knees dislocated twice. This was a preexisting condition, and in no way created by Aspen. However, after each incident I was allowed to rest for only a few minutes and then was forced to hike on the injury. I have still had persistent problems to this day. In fact, a couple of months ago I finally opted for surgery. The surgeon found extensive scar tissue and damage. I wonder how much of it came from those hikes. For the last month in Utah, I also walked on what felt (and looked) to be a broken toe. We were pushing a very heavy handcart that ran over my foot. I got the feeling that they didn’t really believe us when we were hurt. I was never examined, so I can’t be sure if it was broken, but the pain was excruciating for many weeks. At one point I contracted the stomach flu during the program. One of the counselors came in sick with it once, and I caught it. She got to go home immediately. Meanwhile, I spent three days hiking and vomiting. Eventually I had finally fainted and collapsed several times from the exhaustion, and medical help was brought in. They waited until I was lying helpless in the dirt, physically unable to continue. This was not an acceptable response. During my two months there, I was allowed to bathe only twice, both times in the same mud and cow filled streams that we drank from. I tried to do the best I could to stay clean, and splash my face with water daily, but it was difficult. Several of the girls got bladder infections. The second bath I took didn’t come until the very end of the program, right before our parents came. We had to stand in the mucky bottom of an icy stream and wash as best we could.

Before our parents saw us, we had to wash and change into fresh clothes. If we didn’t then we couldn’t eat. We argued that we wanted them to see us as we really were, but there was never any reasoning with the staff. My Mom didn’t see the tattered truth of what I really wore until we were back home. I remember her crying when she did. The web site for aspen Achievement Academy contains photos of clean, smiling teenagers. Their clothes are not in rags. There is even a picture of pensive teenagers sitting around a campfire, with a box of hot chocolate in front of them! There is no way we were ever given anything like hot chocolate! These photos in no way resemble the reality. Often times we drank from streams with high sulfur content that made us very sick. More often than not the water in my jug was brown. Sometimes there was even brine shrimp swimming around in it. I’ll never forget the feeling of them squirming on my tongue as I tried to swallow the gritty water, always to the sound of a counselor saying “come on suck it down!” We had to drink it; we had no choice. As a "student" I had no rights, I was not even treated like a human. I was a prisoner. In fact there were several other teens there with me who had been sent there by the court system as an alternative to Juvenile Hall. Sometimes I couldn’t even pee behind a bush without the rest of the group having to stand guard. People tried to run away, but were hunted down and brought back. At night they took our shoes so that we couldn’t escape into the wilderness, and believe me we would have tried. As a member of Aspen’s Group 211, I saw a thirteen year old girl turn purple and then blue as the staff sat by waiting for her to get herself up off the ground and keep walking. We walked in circles, up and down mountains, in the heat, in the cold and in the dark. We were always lost. For most of the time we carried a pack made of a blue tarp with seat belt material for straps. It was painful and awkward. Towards the end they finally gave us a real backpack, and more food. That was what our parents saw when the came to meet us. At home people watched OJ Simpson’s white bronco racing down a Los Angeles freeway. Meanwhile, we walked, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world. I got the feeling that a war could have broken out, and they wouldn’t have told us anything. We knew absolutely nothing of the outside world for those two months. My Mom was surprised that I got home and had no knowledge of the OJ incident. We could not even know where we were, or how long we would be there; let alone what was going on at home. If we asked any questions about such things we were punished by having to carry a large stone in our pocket, one for each question. This wouldn't have been so bad if we weren't hiking. But in that circumstance every added ounce of weight can be excruciating. I knew that I was somewhere in Utah, but that was all. There were “no future questions” allowed. We couldn’t even ask when we would get to stop and rest, or be allowed a drink of water, because that concerned the future. The program relies largely on scare tactics and threats to coerce students into behaving. There was the constant threat that if we didn’t do what was expected, we would be forced to stay longer, or even repeat the entire 52 days, but by ourselves without a group. They told us that our parents had no choice in whether or not we stayed in the program longer. Looking back I can see how ridiculous these claims were, but at the time they seemed to be a real threat. No one really stayed longer; we all went home that day in July. We did go home as compliant teenagers, but mostly because we were so terrified of returning. My hiking boots were brand new at the start of the program. However, by the end, the tread on the bottoms had worn down completely. They were basically flat bottom boots. That’s how much hiking we did. In fact, that’s pretty much all we did. We hiked and we hiked, always carrying that heavy backpack. On my high school transcripts there are credits for classes from “Wayne County High School”. I never went to such a school. They are really from my time at Aspen. These “classes” consisted of the completion a series of “curriculum” packets. They were really just confusing worksheets stapled together. The worksheets had obviously been typed out by one of the Aspen staff members. The physical education credits however, I had earned tenfold! There was a wonderful older man by the name of “LaVoy” who I found out later, was supposed to be the teacher. To the best of my knowledge, he had been a local sheep farmer for his whole life, and had never taught in any classroom. He would come and visit rarely, and when he did it was never for an actual academic lesson that I can remember. I do remember that never the less, that his visits were one of the few pleasant things about the whole experience. Actually, the academic instruction was a responsibility delegated to one of the older students and me. We, of course did not understand anything included in the curriculum anymore than the other kids did, yet were the ones expected to “teach”. At the time I had no idea what, or how to teach. They told us it was a reward, because we were always the first ones packed up and crushing the coals from the fire every morning. It seemed like a strange reward to me. Aspen markets itself as a “therapeutic” environment. I find that strange too. There was very little actual “therapy” involved. Once a week, for half and hour or less a “therapist” would come speak with us. This was an occasion we looked forward to because for one, the therapist would bring each of us an apple to eat, and for two, it got us out of having to hike for a couple of hours. Other than that they were of no consequence. These therapy sessions were to brief and far between to be of any help. Mostly in Aspen we just walked and starved. The only other mention of something resembling therapy came each morning when one of the 19 to 21 year old staff members would ask us to use a single word to describe how we felt for that day. We’d go around the circle saying things like “sad”, “mad” or “depressed”. The staff would nod. Then we’d all put on our packs and spend the next eleven hours walking

Re: your longest adventure.....how long did it last ?

Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 3:49 pm
by FIGHT ON
WHERE DO I SIGN UP! :D