Making and Using Pace Count Beads

What They Are & How to Make Them

· Pace Count Beads are a tool to help keep track of the number of paces walked when land navigating on foot.

· Each bead represents a specific distance, usually 1 kilometer for the first group, and 100 meters for the second.

· Make a loop on a sturdy cord (often paracord), this is used to attach the beads to wherever convenient. String the first group of beads onto the cord. For this first group the limit is however far you feel like hiking, but 4 is a good number so that it finishes out at 5 km. Tie a knot to act as a stop for the beads. The second group should have 9 beads added before tying off the whole thing in a secure manner. (i.e. the beads won’t slide of and will stay in place when moved).

Using Pace Count Beads

· Measure out a known distance that matches the unit represented by the group of 9 beads. In this case 100 meters. Practice walking that distance while counting the paces in between (this could be counted as single or double paces) to find the average number of paces it takes to cover that distance. Record that number for reference.

· When out hiking, keep track of your paces. When you reach your referenced number slide a bead up from the group of 9 to represent 100 meters traveled. When all 9 beads have been used and the next point slide them back down and slide up one of the beads representing 1 km. Continue on in this manner until you stop, which you would then record the total distance, or you finish on “cycle” record it and start over.

· Keep in mind that the number of paces in this reference number will be affected by certain conditions being delt with while walking. It could be walking on an incline, bad weather, brush, carrying a heavy pack, or any other number of factors. Keep a pace log when walking through such conditions to see how they effect the number of paces it takes to cover your base distance. Once you’ve determined this for the factors you’re likely going to be encountering, record those numbers in an easy to reach location on you that won’t be easily lost when afoot.

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Quite mutters drifted through the air as the rough map began to take shape. In a corner written in small letters were the words “Rough depictions – not yet to scale”. First was the current hill with an approximation of its size. A little line showing the bearings most recently traveled stretched out from it with a small notation of the number of paces traveled. Bellow that a simple depiction of the compass rose and the words “Remains to be seen if there are local distortions in magnetic fields – Make frequent checks with compass”.

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A blank space followed, leading to a depiction of a lake off in the distance with a partially visible river flowing through it. “The river connecting to the lake should be a backstop,” he continued to pencil in details, “This hill can be marked as basecamp, with the ridgeline it’s a part of can be a good baseline. That saddle to the west seems like a good candidate for finding a creek.”

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Reaching the saddle, he firmly planted his poll into the ground, and began searching for any signs of water while keeping the red bandanna in sight. Fortune seemed to be in his favor in at least this, as he quickly found a draw leading to a small, but fast-moving stream. Next came a back track to retrieve vessels and to carry the water back to camp. Now came the time to use the tinder and kindling to carefully start a fire within a prepared ring of stones. Figuring that he might as well make use of the sunlight, a magnifying glass was used to start it. Once that got going, a small modest bake kettle had water set to boil within while provisions were prepped for a basic stew made from jerky and a few available root vegetables. Next to that sat a blue enameled coffee pot that the likes of which many a camper would recognize. Once the water was boiling, the pine needles gathered earlier were cut and steeped to make a simple “tea “within this typical camp feature.

Later, having finished his simple dinner, the man cleaned up after himself. He then sat by the fire sipping his pine needle tea from a mug. Shadows began to play about the trees, signs that the sun was setting. The wind blew softly around the side of the hill upon which the was camp was set, and some small contentment was felt. Things were going to be difficult in the coming days, but mindfulness of the current moment could help maintain sanity instead of a spiraling of anxiety. Now something else to ease the mind, turning this basic pole into a proper walking stick. The fire crackled, sending smoke into the air. A smile, the trees this wood came from did reach the sky, just not the way or form they had intended.