Double Dusty is the hiking legend that you probably have never heard of. He completed a yo-yo of the PCT long before it was cool and red lined everything in between...or something like that. He crushes 50+ mile days, barefoot, without batting an eye. He does't carry a backpack because thats too heavy. He was UL before it was cool and holds all of the FKTs (there's just no record because he did them before it was cool). Double Dusty is an absolute legend, but don't hang around him for too long when he hasn't showered or you will know exactly how he got his name.
After I graduated high school my family was planning a trip to Leadville. After a last minute family emergency my mom had decided to stay home with the dogs. Dad and I had both been to Leadville recently so we decided to do something a little more adventurous. With less than 36 hours before we were supposed to leave we changed all of our plans, packed the car, signed me up for an 18k run, and headed for the Tetons. Dad and I had always been the ones wanting to just take off with no plans.
When we first got in the car I put in my AirPods and turned on an episode of Backpacker Radio. Dad wanted to know what I was listening to and after I told him he offered for me to play it on the aux so he could listen too. At first he was confused. What does AT mean? And PCT? What is UL? What does red-lining mean? FKT? 40 miles? IN ONE DAY!? Dad had a lot to learn. Luckily for him the car ride was thirteen hours. We arrived in Dubois, Wyoming late at night, showered, went to bed, and woke up early the next morning to get to the Tetons for a first-come first-serve site. At first I didn't play another podcast in case dad got his fill the day before. Before we were even out of town dad asked "do you have anymore of those episodes downloaded?". Dad has always been pretty good at caring about my interests.
We set up camp at Lizard Creek Campground at the north end of Grand Teton National Park. Our site was perfect. Flat and spacious with a good tent spot surrounded by pine trees, this was shaping up to be an epic trip (dad's words of course). We drove through the park on the first day to sight see and then into Jackson. Every time we got in the car, dad requested I play another episode. He began picking up on some terms and asked less questions about certain hiking things. He even started making jokes about "back in his day" or when he "ran the PCT". Spoiler alert: dad never did these things, but he knew it would make me smile.
Our trip was full of lots of hiking and sight seeing. I was stunned by the Tetons and their sharp points standing high above the surrounding land. On the third or fourth day of the trip I ran an 18k race outside of Jackson. I ran cross country in high school and attended altitude training camps a few times during the summer. Before we went to the Tetons I didn't have any altitude training. Dad found the race online before we left and encouraged me to sign up. This was the trip of last minute yeses so I decided why not. Dad dropped me off at a ski resort in the middle of town and two hours later after running up and over a mountain (a hill to Wyomingins but a mountain to this Missouri girl) I crossed the finish line. Dad was so proud of me.
Amidst all of our adventures dad and I had a secret. Neither of us had showered since the first night in Dubois. We had began to smell something awful in the car. Thinking it was our dirty laundry we drove down a dirt road into the Bridger-Teton National Forest and laid out all of our laundry to air it out. While we were at it, we cleared out everything in the car to see if the cooler was leaking. I smelt the laundry, I mean I stuck my directly nose against it and didn't smell that wretched stench that had been lurking in the car. Thinking the problem was solved, we loaded everything back up and headed back to camp. We even joked about the stench just being us from not showering.
Unfortunately, the trip was coming to an end. On our last night in the Tetons dad came up with an idea to drive through Colorado on the way home instead of Nebraska. I wasn't sure what he had up his sleeve, but he told me the Big Agnes store was in Steamboat Springs and that was where we were headed. In one week dad had managed to learn most backpacking terms, learn about all of the gear I wanted and why, and research where I could get it.
It was only a six or seven hour drive to Steamboat Springs from the Tetons so dad and I walked around town. When we walked into the Big Agnes store I was like a kid in a candy store. I walked directly to the tents, picked up a FlyCreek HV UL 2, walked up to the counter, ignored the price, swiped my card, and walked out holding it like a newborn. Like I said, this was the week of yeses. We ordered a pizza, went back to KOA, and showered for the first time in ten days. While sitting on the couch in our cabin we both smelt that terrible smell we had smelt in the car. The coolers weren't in the cabin and neither was our laundry. We both had just showered so it couldn't have been us. Dad picked up his flip flop and smelt it. "I think this might be that smell" he said as he shoved it into my face. "Oh that's awful, dad!" I whined.
After all that time the stench had been dad's flip flops. He was so dusty after ten days, I guess you could say he was Double Dusty.