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The Thousand Mile Summer

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It doesn't take long for the reader to get broken in along Fletcher's trail of adventure from the Mexican border of eastern California to the Oregon border. The author takes us along the Colorado trail following the river for a number of days until we spring for the Mohave desert. Fletcher had placed, before his hike, a number of strategic caches of water along his desert route. We are as anxious as he to get to the next cache, particularly as we approach Death Valley in early spring before the overwhelming heat sets in. His descriptions of desert flowers and rolling mounds of sand stretching to dark and spiney ridges rising from the valley floor compel us to make plans to visit Death Valley in the near future. We are relieved when we hop out of Death Valley into the Panamints and scrub forests of the lower Sierra. When we climb high into snow country, our eyes hurt in the glaring snow. But the chill of fourteen thousand feet is more than welcome after the hot Mohave sands. We walk along with Fletcher in the high Sierra to push our toe across the border and touch Oregon soil. We experience the heat, the rattlers, the desert poppies, the cool downsloping breezes from the high Sierra, and the icy waters of alpine streams by reading THE THOUSAND MILE SUMMER. Such a book is a rare treat for those of us seemingly locked into a time-pressure capsule of corporate work

Colin Fletcher had a simple solution to the tedium of civilized live. He simply decided to walk the length of California from south to north. Including the Mojave Desert and Death Valley. He doesn't miss anything. He recorded the signts, sounds, people and his successes, failures and fears in wonderful detail. He found the purpose of the walk as he went along. The desert revealed its secrets to this man who took the time to experience the place on foot. Fishing in a creek, or climbing a mountain, or sleeping under the stars, Fletcher makes you feel as if you were there with him. A great writer and explorer, Fletcher is a joy to read. I have read most if not all of his books and this is perhaps the best. Whether you wander on foot or in you mind, you will, I think, love this book.

This book will change your whole outlook on nature. Are you willing to spend the summer walking, alone, then come along for this journey into your thoughts.

Colin Fletcher managed to escape civilization with a simple plan. He would walk the length of California, including the Mojave Desert. The Ranger in Death Valley worried a great deal about him, but Fletcher's knowledge and understanding of the environment kept him safe and alive. In fact he enjoyed the "walk". Colin Fletcher is an excellent writer and this book is, in my opinin, is one of his best. I think I have read them all. He notices and describes details in vivid language. The clouds, the wind, the color of the valley, the trout, even the beetles and spiders don't miss his eye or nose.
He also describes the details of his hardships and joys, equipment failures and successes. He makes you feel as if you are with him on the trip, and often you may wish you were there. Some very well composed pictures are included. The trip took exactly 6 months. In the end he says "Then I walked down through the trees toward the road that would take me back to San Francisco and everything the city now offered."

I recommend the book to anyone. It is a good story, great adventure, and written by an unusual person. (He would like being called "unusual", I think.)

While living in the Seattle area during the 90's, I ended up reading Fletchers 1000 Mile Summer. Each Winter to avoid depression, I found myself re-reading this book. One question kept coming to my mind, "why in 1956 would anybody walk through California when they had cars back then?" Thinking and hoping that I may be able to contact Colin and find the answer, against all the naysayers and friends it was not possible. I attempted to contact Colin Fletcher. That in itself was a two year adventure.

Finally, one day he returned my call, and thus started a series of questions and answers that to this day I am still fascinated with.

The quick answer to my question "who would walk?" is really found by walking the length of California, not in reading his book. So in 1999, while everyone was packing for the end of the world, I was packing for "my" 1000 mile Summer walk through California. I now have the answer to my question.

I have read all of Fletchers books, most articles written about him and have spoken with him several times both in letters and in phone conversations. What a fascinating character!

Though he and I disagreed with life and our purposes in it, I certainly found a kindred spirit. I wish him the best wherever Death's travels take him.

Also, "The Man From The Cave," was in my opinion one of his best books and would recommend reading it as well.

Was a sad day for me when I read he had passed, walking "his 1000 mile walk" was life changing for me and hoping one day YOU will be writing a review about MY book when it is published.
Hersh

What I remember about this compelling narrative, read thirty years ago one hot Southern California summer, is a simple scene. Hiking towards Death Valley across the Mojave desert, Fletcher's hat blows off. You can imagine the terror he felt from this loss. I'll leave it to you to find out more. It's an example, one of many, of the intriguing vignettes scattered through this account, from a time when backpacking (the journey takes place in the early 1960s) lacked so much of the hi-tech GPS, lightweight fibers and metals, and the advantages that allow many today, even if they do not dare to follow so far in his footsteps, to take more of our life into the empty places. The same places where Fletcher sought to escape the full places where most of us live.

This book reminded me of John Muir, a century earlier, when it entered into the Sierras; Fletcher's northbound journey, of course, takes him from Mexican to Canadian borders. The sylvan settings, however, became for me more muted in memory as compared to the evocative, harsh, and unforgiving sandy stretches that captured more of my imagination in recalling the power of this engaging narrative. It might not have gained the amount of acclaim (compare the number of Amazon reviews) that worthy books that came later, like Edward Abbey's "Desert Solitaire" earned, but the late Fletcher preferred to stay away from the spotlight, one senses from this early account of the walks that later made him a pioneer among those today who seek solitude in deserts and mountains across America.

Fletcher may have prefigured a bit the countercultural movement. Perhaps he missed out on the big-name recognition, but he gained respect among those who also preferred retreat rather than spotlights. But if you read of his own wish to escape the routine and do what back then far fewer would have even known how to do, you see his prescience. Like Abbey and Muir and Thoreau, Fletcher reminds us how much of America waits beyond the sodium-strip mall and the big-box chain store and the red-tiled roofs of the subdivisions-- even as these continue into what once were quieter forests and chaparral where Fletcher once walked alone.

I think this book is out of print (?) - I was lucky enough to get a second hand copy. What a delightful writer Colin Fletcher is! I had already read his "The Man Who Walked Through TIme" but I think this earlier one is better - a light touch, beautiful word pictures. Details of the landscape and the hike itself are used as part of the narrative, but not in a ponderous, overly structured way. Fletcher - a Brit and an ex WW2 soldier - doesn't assume he's writing for fellow hikers who will be fascinated by gear descriptions, he's writing for a general audience. His descriptions of encounters with people and animals are highly entertaining! I was left with images in my mind as clear as if I'd seen a film, or clearer perhaps, as my mind can create in 3D and include wind and temperature and sensation!! I cannot recommend this wonderful little book highly enough. Fletcher apparently wrote the book some time after the journey, so the story told is tempered by time and perspective and is, I think, the better for it. He is a self-effacing, humble, sensitive, intelligent and humorous companion as he leads gently through this desert land. I was sad to learn that Colin Fletcher has passed away, and that he was severely injured by being hit by a car while crossing a road in a city (!) in his latter years. Here's a little sample - Fletcher is struggling along a desert road in a violent storm, battling rain, wind and stinging flung sand. "The light was failing when a car pulled up beside me, closed tight against my world of freshness and effort. The window slid down and I found myself looking along a sumptuous, chrome-filled dash. Cigarette smoke hung in warped, blue layers. The radio billed and cooed. It was like the first moment inside a nightclub." Here's another. "A girl of about seven was towing a toy wagon in wild circles. In the wagon sat a young goat. The girl was sunburnt and blue-eyed and puckish. The goat was brown and semi-cooperative. As I stepped through the gate, the girl saw me and stopped. The goat looked up gratefully." Just a couple of samples at random, but the book is full of such gems. I think I might read it again, just for the joy of it!

A well-written book, really helped kick my winter blues, wanting to hit the trail. My only complaint is that the majority of the book takes place during his desert portion of the trip. I figured he would spend more time on his experiences in the high country of the Sierras, my favorite place in the world! The Sierras were only a small segment of the story, and although I enjoy the desert just as much as the next guy (I happen to live in it), I would have found the book more interesting had he elaborated on his time from Death Valley to the Oregon border.

This is a marvelous book, espcially when read in conjunction with Colin Fletcher's other walking/rafting sagas. I enjoy his reflections on his life. I find his writing very wise & calming.

Although it's been a number of years since I read it, The Thousand Mile Summer captured my imagination like very few other books. Colin Fletcher was that very rare hiker / backpacker who was not only technically skilled, but keenly observant AND could write interestingly about what he observed and experienced ... and he observed better than most!

The Thousand Mile Summer is about (for virtually of us) the outlandish initiative to walk the lengh of Califoria, from South to North, just for the experience. His descriptions about the desert, seemingly merely hot, dry and inert, but in reality completely alive with activity, especially at night, are vivid, exciting, and very memorable. I'll never think of the desert the same way again.

Fletcher seems to me somewhat like Bill Bryson at his best, but this one's distinctly better than any of Bryson's that I've read to date. Highly recommended for all who 'live' in the city but who are 'alive' when in nature ... especially for when you can't be there!