“Accidents in the mountains are less common than in the lowlands, and these mountain mansions are decent, delightful, even divine, places to die in, compared with the doleful chambers of civilization.” – John Muir
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
It seemed almost like a dream, but the harsh reality that we were nearing our finish was as real as the ground we walked upon. After 18 days; enduring blisters, mishaps with food, falling in a stream crossing, cuts, bruises, arguments, and not to mention the overwhelming burden of having a pack on nearly 8-12 hours a day, the truth was we were doing just fine.
Almost 3 weeks on the trail, and the beauty of our surroundings got no less striking as each day passed. If anything, I was more humbled with each step.
We hiked Forester Pass in the morning, the goliath of elevation that seemed to loom in the distance in the days prior. To our surprise, it turned out to be one of the easiest so far. On the other side, we arrived distinctly in high desert, passing Lake South America and jaunting through Big Horn Plateau. The landscape was martian, and Whitney was in sight.
13 Miles
2400′ Elevation Gain
3200′ Elevation Loss
LIFE: REFORMATTED 