Day 75: B-e-a-utiful

Day 75: B-e-a-utiful

Mile 926 to 945. I awoke in the hushed predawn silence and quietly packed up my gear. The trees stood tall and the mountains taller as Bedazzled and I sat silently eating our breakfast. It was 5:40 and we were supposed to leave at 5:30. The early morning chill was...

Day 74: Lost & Found

Mile 909 to 926. The steady rumble of Mineret Falls filled my ears as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. It was the first night back on trail after being in town, and it felt good to wake up to the sounds of nature. I decided to wake up a little earlier than everyone to...
Day 73: 4th of July

Day 73: 4th of July

Mile 903 to 909 Mineret Falls + 3.5 miles on the Mammoth Pass/Red Meadows Trail. We left Mammoth with reluctant hearts and heavy footsteps. Mike and Vanessa had generously taken us in for 4 nights and let us crash their vacation in Mammoth. The two of them had section...
Day 69: Getting to Mammoth 

Day 69: Getting to Mammoth 

Mile 888 to 903.2 plus 3.5 miles on Mammoth Pass Trail I awoke to sunlight on my tent. It was a strange feeling to wake up when the stars aren’t still strung out over the night sky. After a moment, it all came back to me. An agreement around a smokey fire to...
Day 68: Bloody Branches and Hidden Rivers

Day 68: Bloody Branches and Hidden Rivers

Mile 873 to 888. We woke up at our lovely campsite overlooking a valley full of pine trees and sequoia. Though lovely, we were missing the snow covered mountains we had been walking through for the last 8 days. As we walked down the trail, we lamented that we must be...
Day 67: Fear and Loathing in the Sierra

Day 67: Fear and Loathing in the Sierra

Mile 860 to 873. I wanted to address the fear mongering that has plagued the Sierra this year. Since 2017 was a record breaking year for snow fall, with some areas receiving 200% above average accumulation, the Sierra have quite naturally been the talk of the trail....
Day 66: House of Farts

Day 66: House of Farts

Mile 838 to 860 (6 miles before Selden Pass) Close your eyes and imagine a dark stone hut built in 1930. Its fire place has been stoned walled and there is only one window, which can’t be opened. Now imagine 12 hikers who have just eaten two week old salami,...
Day 65: The Mountains are Calling

Day 65: The Mountains are Calling

Mile 827 to 838 Muir Hut on top of Muir Pass. The Middle Fork of the Kings was still raging beneath our tents, and I slept through my alarm waking up 30 minutes late, but I still was ready before Vipr :-p. The trail was dry for the first bit and we were making good...
Day 64: Winter to Summer in a Day

Day 64: Winter to Summer in a Day

Mile 814 to 827 Middle Fork of the Kings River. The Sierra is a magical place this time of year. Winter above 10,000 feet and summer below. Today, I was lucky enough to walk from winter into summer. The challenge of the day was Mather Pass, which stands at 12,093 feet...
Day 62: A River Runs Through It

Day 62: A River Runs Through It

Mile 793.4 to 802.6 plus 2 miles walking rivers. I put warm feet into wet socks, then into wet shoes, and stepped on wet ground. A lovely way to start the morning. At least I was in the middle of the snowy Sierra, whose beauty is a salve to almost any aliment. Our...
Day 61: Two Passes One Day

Day 61: Two Passes One Day

Mile 789.1 to 793.5 plus 6 miles on the Kearsarge Pass Trail. My crampons bit into firm snow as I left the campsite and started the trek up to Kearsarge in morning twilight. Vipr, Bedazzled, and Fun Dip followed behind. There has been a lot of attrition in the Sierra...
Day 55: Trapped on a Snow Cone 

Day 55: Trapped on a Snow Cone 

Mile 786.1 to 788.5 plus 7 miles over Kearsarge Pass. A little too much socializing last night led to the decision to sleep in and wake up at 6:30. In the morning, our first steps on the surrounding snow led to an oh shit moment where we all realized our mistake....

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