“Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.” – John Muir
Friday, July 24th, 2015
By this point of the trail, it was clear as day to me that John Muir was a bad ass mother fucker. There’s just no way to put it better. This trail was no joke, and it had been maintained for years. And this guy just forged on through this wilderness with the most basic of survival tools, and existed.
The nerve of man.
We hit the golden staircase early on. It was a 1200 vertical foot wall with some switchbacks carved out of it. And by some I mean 90. Palisade Lake came next and made the perfect backdrop for a lunch and skinny dip. It was a big day. We kept hiking.
We laid our heads down at the South Fork of King’s River where a fire lead the sunset into a glowing bliss. Until I burned one of my two pairs of socks.
3500′ Elevation gain
500′ Elevation Loss