Discover PCF

In this episode - A Controlled Fall . . .

Summer is here; as you hit the hiking trails, let me suggest a technique you might find helpful or at least a challenge to try. I call it the PCF technique "Patrick's Controlled Fall."

If you live near any large hills, I challenge you to at least try this technique. I stumbled upon this during my adventures wilderness backpacking in the Sierras a few years ago. Of course, this is not for everyone; falling gracefully takes coordination and skill. Me, I'm able to practice the technique when hiking Daley Ranch in Escondido, CA.

During a recent Saturday morning hike, my conversation with Lori went something like this, "This may sound crazy to you, but training for this year's High Sierra trip, I'm going to practice my controlled fall technique to improve my decent pace; on the mountain trails."

Her response was, "I'll see you back at the truck."

"I'll wait for you at the bottom of the hill; we're not in a hurry."

Here's the procedure.

First, you will need a pair of easily adjustable; I prefer aluminum (or fiberglass) quality Trekking poles. A superb set of poles will have Quick Locks vs. Twist Locks and ruled markings, usually in centimeters (cm).

With a pole in each hand, hold them about shoulder-width apart to determine your correct length before descending, be sure to have the wrist straps attached. Adjust the height, so your arms are parallel to the ground, wrists straight, at about waist level. This is the recommended height for hiking flat terrain. For my height (about 5 ft. 7 inches), my preferred shaft length is about 130 cm. Now extend each rod another 20 cm. from that position.

As you begin your descent, lengthen your stride; (you will feel like you're falling at first). As each foot comes forward, pump your arms; the hand with the corresponding pole has extended in front of you at a 45-degree angle. You will develop a rhythm. It's essential to keep your feet straight and avoid pronation. This allows you to take full advantage of the non-slip tread design of your hiking boots. Using the wrist strap as your support, hold the poles loosely as you jab them directly to the ground. Keep your wrists straight and pivot the opposite pole into position as you stride.

There will be times that you will slip, don't panic; your hiking poles will prevent you from falling. This cadence allows you to descend rather steep trails at a fantastic pace. With practice, you will get into the "flow" of the exercise and make great time.

Now, I know what you're thinking; WHAT? This sounds crazy! Hah ha, Yes, Lori's sentiment exactly. If you are brave and just a bit crazy, give Patrick's Controlled Fall a try!

Disclaimer: The participant hereby warrants that they are physically fit and able to participate in (Patrick's Controlled Fall) without any undue risk. We are not responsible for accidents.

On second thought, maybe it's best not to try this ridiculous maneuver.

I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

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