“Wander a whole summer if you can…time will not be taken from the sum of life. Instead of shortening, it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.” John Muir


June 2014


Hey all,
It’s day 60 and I’m loving life in the Sierras! I am on a backwoods computer so I can’t update my blogs or pictures. Just want you all to know that I’m doing fantastic and couldn’t be happier!

I’ll share more as soon as I can. I should be in Yosemite on Monday! Can’t wait!

Until then…

Dust Bunny

Day 53: Zero Day

Miles: about 4 around town
Camping: Bishop Hostel (my favorite place to stay on trail)

Without a lot of arm twisting Pockets “convinced” me to take a zero. We wanted to move on, but just had too much to do in town. We spent the day eating, doing laundry, watching the World Cup, eating, resupplying, talking to loved ones and going to the post office.

A few old friends rolled through the hostel and the company is good (so is the local beer). Pockets and I are teaming up to hike out tomorrow, even though this hostel has a way of holding hikers back without much effort…we will stay motivated! The Sierra are calling us back to the trail with their beauty.

Errands are not fun to write about, so here is a picture of me going to the grocery store in the latest fashion (take notes trend followers!). Also Pockets and I with a giant cinnamon roll that we ended up splitting 4 ways, to hold you over until tomorrow.

Day 52: Back to Bishop

Miles: 7.5
Camping: Bishop hostel!

Because, at the time it was inconsequential, I failed to mention accidentally stepping in the river yesterday. I mention it now for good reason. When I woke up this morning and grabbed my shoes, the wet one was completely frozen! I was already cold, and didn’t want to put on an ice shoe…so I sat on it while making breakfast. I’d had the forethought to sleep with my water bottle in my sleeping bag so my coffee wouldn’t be ice cold (out of fuel), so at least that was going for me. The shoe thawed out enough to wear, but my poor toes took a while to catch up!

I’d dreamed of food all night. In particular there was part of the dream where I opened up a refrigerator to put beer inside, but it was full of cheeseburgers! The dilemma was that you had to eat them to make room for beer, but I didn’t know who they belonged to and I didn’t want to eat someone else’s cheeseburgers. Darn food dreams! But, I’m on my way to town and I can have both cheeseburgers and beer.

This is the first time I really didn’t want to go to town, but I had no choice. I had to resupply, and it would be nice to do laundry. We had a short hike of 7.5 miles over Kearsarge Pass, which was absolutely beautiful. We passed many alpine lakes, and the trees were pretty spectacular. I ran into a couple of guys from the UK heading up the pass and they gave me some delicious homemade cookies. They reminded me of my grandma (the cookies, not the guys), and I felt as if I could skip the rest of the way down the mountain. My pack was lighter than it’s ever been, as I was out of food and fuel…a reality I was all too aware of. I knew I’d have to hike back up the 2500 ft I was going down after resupplying, but for now I really appreciated the lightness.

Wisdom (Jules from back in San Diego) was on his way up too, and he told me to check in to site 14 at the trailhead campground. I did, and there was trail magic! A couple from last year had set up with all kinds of goodies: Beer, soda, pancakes, yogurt, HOT coffee with cream and peanut M&M’s! I was in heaven, and she even offered to drive Pathfinder and I to Independence. There we picked up our packages and hitched into Bishop. It seemed to take a long time, but after about half an hour two nice guys about to go on a practice hike for the JMT stopped to pick us up. They were super nice and drove us right into town, thanks Kenny and Dwayne (sp?)!!

At the hostel I ran into Tink, Blisster,  Danger, Pockets and tons of new friends! It was nice to see everyone again, and we all went to the bowling alley for dinner; all you can eat spaghetti. The bowling alley actually has great food, and we had to wait for a table. I ate with Tink, Pathfinder and Pockets and we had a lively conversation over beer and pasta. We talked about all of the things you don’t talk about at dinner (ie trail hygiene and bathroom stories). It was super fun to laugh about some of the less appealing sides of living on trail while eating dinner. I loved the time with the ladies, though we had so much fun with our dinner and conversation that we missed bowling with everyone else. I certainly didn’t mind, as we stopped for ice cream on our way back to the hostel and settled in for a movie. It feels nice to be in town, in a bed, but I’m excited to go experience more of the Sierra!

Until tomorrow… goodnight!

Day 51: Today Was Just…Wow!

Miles: 13.81
Camping: Bullfrog Lake trail junction PCT mile 788.4

I used the last of my fuel to make my coffee water as hot as possible this morning before it petered out. We were going to hike over the highest point on the PCT today, and I wanted to be ready. Eager to get moving, I didn’t eat breakfast right away. With food carefully rationed, it was best to space out my eating times the best I could.

We started climbing right away, but it was gradual and gorgeous. We walked through an open meadow under the pass, Whitney to our right, streams running everywhere, mountains taking up the sky. The sun was peeking over a ridge, casting a golden glow upon the morning. It was harshly windy again, cold biting through my layers. I bundled up as best as I could and walked, completely enamored with my surroundings. When I found a rock large enough to break the wind I stopped to eat a Larabar with hazelnut butter, which was half of my breakfast. If I waited to eat the other half (a bison bar), it would force me to take another break, which I need sometimes.

We started walking across snow on the approach, frozen lakes all around us. I looked up numerous times wondering how this trail would get us safely over that pass. It was covered in snow and oh so high. Funny enough, before I knew it, I was on top of the pass. The trail had been graded so gradually that it turned out to be a pretty easy hike. I am sure climbing Whitney a couple of days ago was good conditioning too, and I’m in the best shape of my life at this point. This is getting more and more fun now that my feet are cooperating with me and my new shoes.

The pass was breathtaking. It marks the border between Kings Canyon and Sequoia National Parks. Both sides are remarkably pristine, and I sat there perched right in the notch of the pass looking left, then right like I was watching a tennis match. Everything was stunning beyond comprehension. No words or photos can do justice to today, it was just…wow! I even teared up a bit taking in the beauty.

We hiked down through snow and open meadows, constantly surrounded by amazing scenery. I felt like I was walking through a calendar, month after month of perfect nature scenes. The hiking was pleasant and eventually brought us to a forest that felt enchanted. I felt like a child living out a fantasy in true wilderness. This is paradise.

I crossed many streams and rivers, lounged by waterfalls, inhaled the pristine air, ate my careful rations and smiled all day long. We are now camped 7.6 miles from the road that will hopefully offer us a hitch into town tomorrow. I am going to eat so much food! Today was as close to perfect as I can imagine… if only there were more food.

wearing everything in my pack for warmth
looking north
coming down the other side
Mad Hatter

Day 50: Taking it Easy

Miles: 9
Camping: Tyndall Creek PCT mile 779.7

Knowing it would be an under 10 mile day, I tried to sleep in through the cold morning. I could feel the chilly air from within my tent, not wanting to get up, but awake nonetheless. At about 5:30 I could stay still no longer, and I braved the frigid air to go about my day. I pulled the things I would need for my morning over to the giant log by my tent. There, I boiled water for coffee while bundled in every item of clothing I have with me, and ate a pro bar. Pro bars are actually something I have not grown tired of, and they pack nearly 400 calories per bar. It’s enough to start the day, but it usually isn’t long before I’m looking through my rations for more calories yet. Today would be an easy day though, and my stores dwindling, I had to save some food for tomorrow’s big hike over the pass. It will be similar to Whitney, falling merely 1000 ft lower in elevation, but we must pass before 11am to avoid slipping in the snow up top. These passes are about to rule our days, much like water did in the desert.

Pathfinder and I enjoyed a pleasant morning staring across the meadow while having breakfast. She is the first girl I’ve met out here who is my age, and though it doesn’t matter in my other relationships out here, there are certain things she and I relate on well. I’m glad I found her up there on that mountain. We both wanted to get our clothes washed out in the river before our hike, but Whitney kept the sun’s rays at bay for too long. My fingers and toes felt a bit numb, so I decided to wait until another river later in the day. Still such a novel concept, multiple rivers to choose from in one day.

We got packed away and hiked the easy 9 miles to Tyndall Creek. This puts us only 5 miles from Forester Pass for morning. The hike today was breathtaking! We walked through forests and meadows while jagged peaks broke through the skyline, towering above everything. It was a mostly chilly day, clouds periodically blocking the sun. We stopped and took leisurely breaks, knowing that we would arrive at our destination early in the day. I am at the point where I have to carefully ration my snacks to get me through the next couple of days. I am about a day short on snacks, and my fuel canister is dangerously low. I usually plan my meals so whatever is last can be hydrated and not heated, never the best, but necessary calories in the end. Plus, hiker hunger finds delight in even cold mashed potatoes (typically what is left for my last meal in the ol food sack). It is important to spread the calories out when I’m getting low on food though, and it saddens me when I’m low enough on peanut M&M’s that I have to count them out. They are my saving grace of caloric intake out here, I could eat nothing else and be pleased…though likely under nourished.

At camp by 1, we set up our tents and washed our clothes in the river. Not having any other chores and limited food, I opted to nap. Sleeping is just about the only thing that keeps me from plowing through my food supply. Hiker hunger is extra fierce in the Sierra, with the body battling cold and elevation. I am so looking forward to my next town restaurant raid. There will be a feast.

The nap was brief, as I was woken by a rumbling tummy. This hunger is no joke. I snacked slowly, carefully setting aside the food I could spare. I worked on some blogging, and chatted with Pathfinder about strategy in the coming miles. We both cooked an early dinner, and had a nice chat with Mad Hatter, an older man from Vermont who works on the AT. Apparently he and his wife were spending the winter readying a rental property when she looked at him one day and said, “You’re getting cranky, why don’t you go hike the PCT,” and he did. He’s a quiet man, and it took him 3 days to warm up enough to converse. I’m glad he did, as I enjoy him quite a bit.

We have been wrapped in our sleeping bag burritos since 6pm fighting off the cold mountain air here at 11,000 ft. I am not a fan of the cold, but the rest of this experience makes it worth it. I still feel like the Sierras are heaven, and there is no place I’d rather be. I’m going to read until dark and get up early to face the pass. Goodnight.

Day 49: Reaching New Heights

Miles: 15
Camping: Crabtree Meadows Ranger Station 1.3 miles from PCT mile 767

My alarm went off at midnight, and I felt like I could get up if I wanted to. It was nice and warm in my tent, but when I reached outside to feel the temperature of the outside, the cold air stung my fingers. I contemplated my options, and how badly I really wanted to see the sunrise. Ultimately, I decided to stay in my warm cocoon, but if I wasn’t asleep in 20 minutes, I’d get up and tackle the sunrise.

Five hours later, I was feeling ambitious enough to greet the day. The sun had barely started to rise, and the air was still chilled. I set about making coffee and packing my bag for a day hike. How wonderful to only carry what I need for a day, as opposed to the typical weight of my pack. It barely felt like I had a pack on at all as I set out to climb the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States.

The morning was cool but not cold, and the lighting was beautiful so early in the morning. I was approaching Whitney from the west, so the sunlight took hours to come out in full force. The moon remained near full in the sky, hanging by the flanks of hillsides getting their first bath of morning light. It was a picturesque morning, and the alpine lakes reflected the beauty as I passed by them.

The climb started out fairly easy, gently switching back and forth against the side of the mountain. The elevation gain became apparent quickly though, as I had to take my time and rest often when I became short of breath. I’d never been above 12000 ft, and I was headed up to 14,500 today. It really is no joke, losing oxygen at that rate. I feel it mostly in my head, but my body inadvertently succumbs by moving more slowly. I was in no hurry though, so taking my time to stop and enjoy the views was no problem.

On my way up, I passed McButter who was on his way down. He had gone up for sunrise, and said it wasn’t worth it. He spent the whole time shivering in his sleeping bag, and he said it wasn’t that spectacular. This made me feel better, though I hadn’t any regrets about skipping it. We chatted a bit longer, and I continued my journey upward. After a junction just 1.9 miles to the top, there were a few patches of snow to navigate. That early in the morning, it is still crunchy and doesn’t pose much of a hazard, so I made it through smoothly. On one of the last passes of snow I ran into another hiker. I asked her name, and it was Pathfinder! I’d been reading her blog before I left, and inquired how I could have possibly caught up to her. Apparently, she had been off trail for 3 weeks with bronchitis…but now she’s climbing Whitney! We ended up summitting together in the bitter cold wind that greeted us at the top. It was hard to take, so we immediately sought refuge in the shelter at the summit before taking in the splendor and rejoicing that we’d made it to the top. I was a bit light headed, so I drank some water and snacked while talking with other hikers.

Eventually, we all scrounged up enough bravery to exit the shelter and take some pictures. Our hands froze as we took turns playing photographer, and the wind whipped unapologetically. We didn’t spend a lot of time up there, as our hands were going numb, and it was quite uncomfortable. The redeeming factor of it all was that I had climbed Mt. Whitney! The views were epic, and I felt on top of the world! Also, I have officially broken every one of my hiking records on this trip, and that is an incredible feeling!

This feeling of accomplishment carried me down the mountain with ease. We passed several day hikers who all looked miserable, as well as a couple more PCTers who were better acclimated. We stayed bundled up for the entire descent, as the wind had kept up its chilling gusts. I passed a PCTer on his way up, and he commented on how bundled I was. I explained the weather to him, and he proceeded in shorts, assuring me he was carrying warmer clothes in his pack. I hoped so for his sake!

After I got below treeline I was feeling pretty weak. I had a slight headache and some pretty harsh hunger pangs. I sat for a moment eating the last of the day’s allotted snacks and drinking my water. While I was laying there, Moonshine appeared! He’s a friend I’ve been hiking around since early on who hiked last year, and is doing it again! He’s only 19 years old too! His plan is to hike up tonight for sunset, sleep in the hut and also watch the sunrise. Ambitious young lad. I warned him of the cold, but he didn’t seem to mind. We bid each other a safe journey and went our separate ways.

When I arrived back at camp, I was spent! I laid down in my tent for a siesta, as that was all I could manage. 30 minutes later, I felt a tad more human, though was definitely feeling the effects of the altitude. I had a headache and was having minor bouts of nausea. I descended too quickly, but didn’t have much option with that cold wind persisting all day. I started to filter some water for dinner when I spotted a familiar figure across camp, “Hugs!” I shouted. “Dust Bunny!” She shouted, and soon she, Pockets and I were all hugging, happily reunited.

Pockets had just caught some fish and was going to cook them up, and I was ready to boil water for soup. We all sat in the meadow for dinner and were joined by Pathfinder and Don’t Panic (DP). He is the one I’d seen in shorts earlier, a triple crowner (he’s done the AT, CDT and PCT) who is hiking the PCT a second time. We all laid about the meadow eating and giggling for hours. We even found ourselves following sun puddles across the grass, as the shade was cold at this elevation (10,652 ft). This we found humorous after a month and a half of chasing shade in the desert.

The ladies plan to summit tomorrow, while Pathfinder and I have the easy goal of about 9 miles to get close to the approach for Forester Pass. It’s a 13,000 ft pass where we will have to navigate snow. It is recommended to do it before 11am while the snow is still crunchy, so we will get close tomorrow in order to go over the following morning. It is the first of several passes we will negotiate in the Sierra, a task that will surely amplify our fitness levels and altitude tolerances.

With that, it is quite cold, so it is time to snuggle into my sleeping bag with my book (The Great Gatsby). Goodnight.

Day 48: Have I Died and Gone to Heaven?

Miles: 17.17
Camping: Crabtree Meadows Ranger Station 1.3 miles from PCT mile 767

Last night, I fell asleep to the sound of bullfrogs by the lake. It was windy, and the moon was bright, my first night sleeping back on trail. I remember the last full moon, hundreds of miles ago, how I had a hard time distinguishing between it and first light, making it hard to know when to actually wake up. This moon is no different, but it feels good to be in my tent again, my little traveling home. Cowboy camping is behind me for now, as cold mountain nights require an extra layer of insulation from the elements.

Today I embark for Crabtree Meadows, where I might catch up with my friends. I feel as if I’ve been air dropped into a fantasy land, everything so different from the harsh desert from whence we came. Everything here is so beautiful, and water is abundant. I find myself smiling at random, so happy to be back on trail, and in the Sierra no less! It reminds me of the years when I lived in Yosemite, and it’s a lovely memory. This whole mountain range is full of distant memories, and the present moment is consistently breathtaking. I feel as if this is what Heaven must be like, especially after 700 miles in the desert. It’s simply perfect.

The day went smoothly, my new shoes feeling good on my rested feet. It feels good to be in love with everything all over again, it feels good to feel happy. I practically skipped through the miles today, taking breaks whenever it seemed like a good place to rest. I laughed at the river because it seemed so foreign, and I stopped there to wash my feet and socks. I ate snacks on its banks, so thankful to be out of those waterless miles and into the constant flow of Sierra snow melt.

As the trail began to climb, I slowed quite a bit. The altitude takes some getting used to, and I’m definitely not as quick as I gain elevation. This is not a problem though, I’m in no rush to beat the heat or find water. I’m just hiking through this lovely mountain range without a care in the world. I found it almost felt sinful to pass so many water sources without stocking up, hoarding liters to drink and cook with. Instead I could mosey on by, knowing that I didn’t have to carry more than 2 liters, that more water was going to be there. No hurries, no worries. This really must be what Heaven is like, at least for me.

I made it to the ranger station in the middle of the afternoon. How nice to arrive at camp so early. I was still debating how I wanted to tackle Whitney,  the sunrise hike or day hike. If I wanted to do sunrise, it was best to cook early and get to bed, otherwise I could take the evening on in leisure. I ran into Cheeseburger, who had attempted sunrise, but missed it. He went on and on about how cold it was, which was not a selling point for me. It is a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I have seen a lot of sunrises on this trail, just not from the highest point in the contiguous United States. As I was cooking up dinner (tuna casserole with leeks, peas and jalapenos), Danger (previously Little Spoon), rolled into camp! He is part of my pocket of people, and I nearly did a dance when I saw him, and he said he was hiking with Blisster and Tink! They were all coming down from Whitney, and discouraged me from doing the sunrise hike solo. They made sense, and hiking in extreme cold didn’t appeal to me in the least, though something inside me kept tugging at making a go for the sunrise.

We all sat around and caught up while making dinner, and a few more hikers rolled in. No one seemed game to sunrise with me, but I decided to set my alarm and decide in the morning. Now it’s only 6:30 and I’m going to read and see if I get sleepy…only midnight will know if I make it for sunrise. Either way, I will climb Mt Whitney tomorrow!

Day 47: I’m on the PCT…again!

Miles: 9
Camping: Chicken Spring Lake PCT mile 750.83
I’m getting rid of the hikers seen on trail bit.

I was the fist person awake at the hostel at 6:15. I wanted to pack up, but I didn’t want to disturb the other people in my room, so I went to breakfast first. I went for a lighter meal today (standard 2 egg breakfast), as the hiker hunger starts to decline after sitting around for a few days. I’m more antsy than ever, but my feet have felt great the last two days, and it’s time to move on. I only planned to go as far as Chicken Spring Lake to take it easy on myself the first day out. Besides, hanging out at an alpine lake after the desert and being stuck in town sounded divine.

I packed up my stuff when I got back to the hostel, and hit the main drag to hitchhike to Lone Pine. I got a ride pretty quick, and they took me halfway to Independence. The closer I get to my destination, the more traffic will likely be headed where I want to be, making it easier to get a ride (I’m pretty good at hitchhiking). Within minutes, I was picked up by a nice man who used to work for the park service. He brought me to the road I would need to get up in order to get the trail, which was right by a restaurant. I decided to have a second breakfast, as I began to question if I had enough food for this leg. They say altitude makes you hungrier, but maybe it’s the extra work of climbing. I’d be hiking up over 11,000 ft today!
After second breakfast (french toast and sausage), I proceeded to attempt a ride to Horseshoe Meadow. This wouldn’t be easy, as it’s out of the way and a lot of people don’t go up there. I stood there for about 30 minutes, not seeing much traffic, when a man pulled over. He didn’t know where it was, but decided he didn’t mind the adventure. He is from Oregon, but currently lives in Arizona. He’s on a road trip with an elderly friend up to the Oregon Coast, and he is keen to explore. Lucky me! It was a long winding road that climbed right up the mountain, way out of his way. There was nothing else up there besides a campground and the trailhead, where I was so happy to be let out. I thanked my ride and offered gas money, but he didn’t accept it. People constantly amaze me out here! He even picked up a hiker heading down the hill after dropping me off.

It was 2.5 miles back to the PCT from Horseshoe Meadow, and it felt so good to be right back where I belong. It was such different terrain than I’ve been used to, finally in the Sierra. Meadows, granite cliffs, streams and trees all welcomed me along the sandy path. I walked slowly, savoring the feeling of being back in nature, taking care to pay close attention to my feet. My pack felt especially heavy, with a few days off and the added weight of a bear canister. We have to carry the 2 pound monstrosity for 300 miles. It’s cumbersome, but required, and I’m sure I will get used to it in a few days. I plan to take my time in this section, as there is no need to rush…even though I’m eager to catch up to my friends. They can’t be more than a day ahead of me, and there is a chance they will wait for me until tomorrow at Crabtree Meadows. That is base camp for Mt. Whitney, which is so exciting!

The hike today brought me over 11,000 ft, and I didn’t feel much effect from the elevation. I was slow, but that was expected. I have never had too many issues with altitude, so I’m not worried, but I know others have a hard time adjusting. The terrain is beautiful, so different and welcoming. I’m ecstatic to be out of the desert and in the Sierra, I walked through a forest, crossed 3 streams and 2 meadows before arriving at the lake. Definitely not the desert anymore.  The lake is surrounded by towering granite cliffs and hardy alpine pines, the water pristine. I’m camped beneath a tree above the lake, and though it is windy, I’m happier than ever just to be back in my tent, living from my backpack. I’ve lived through wind before, and up this high it is cold, but I don’t mind. This is where I’m supposed to be, and once again I find myself smiling to the simple thought, “I’m on the PCT!”

the stuffed bear can

Day 45/46: Kennedy Meadows to Bishop and Back Again

On my last day in Kennedy Meadows, I decided to go to breakfast with the gang before stressing about how I would get a ride down the mountain. 12 of us lined up just before 7:30 to catch the rumored ride 2.7 miles to Grumpy’s, a small cafe. We waited about half an hour before I decided to call on all of our behalf, I can’t be let down on matters like breakfast. Anything else I can live with, but not missing a breakfast I had been told was a sure thing. The guy agreed to come get us, and we all piled into his pickup truck to head down the road. He did not seem very grumpy to me. He was happy to have us.

It was in an old bar, equipped with a pool table and oodles of kitsch to keep us amused. A couple from Bakersfield had just bought the place, and were pretty much just open for us. We enjoyed the atmosphere, coffee, the pool table and conversation while they plated up 12 breakfasts, each with the eggs made to order, bacon, potatoes and big fluffy pancakes. In that time I saw Dejavu, a section hiker I knew was travelling north with a car. I asked if he happened to be heading the way I needed to go, and he was! He was more than happy to give me a ride straight to Bishop, which meant no hitchhiking, no expensive ride from a sketchy local, and no stress. I’m digging this going with the flow thing. Things really do have a way of working out.

I’ve been in Bishop for a full day and a half now. There is a great, brand new hostel here. It’s only $15, and one of the nicest places I’ve stayed this whole trip. The mattresses are all brand new memory foam, which is almost too soft after being used to my ridge rest…but hey, no complaints, I swear! I even went to the movies with new friend Hopscotch last night (The Edge of Tomorrow). The movie was kind of strange, as I haven’t seen much tv on the trip. Being in front of the big screen felt like being a kid again, and I even drank a cherry coke.

All of the people here are brand new to me. They are ahead of my group, as I had to skip forward to get to a town where I could buy shoes. It is a little strange, as they have all been together for a while. I’m a bit out of my element, even though they are still hikers, they aren’t my hikers. They have already hiked Whitney and been in the Sierra, I’m still behind and can’t relate to their stories. They are all nice, but I need to go back where I belong soon.

I will be backtracking to get back on trail, only missing a 40 mile section. Not ideal, but kind of hard to avoid…and it gives me a chance to catch up with my friends. Everyone tells me I’m not missing anything in that stretch, and it would be too hard to get a ride to Kennedy Meadows from here at this point. I accept this fate in the grand scheme of things, as I needed this time to heal. I’m not skipping to skip, it’s just how things are working out…and it is only 40 out of 2,660.

My feet are way better after 3.5 days of rest, and I bought new shoes today. They are Altras, which come with a wide toe box that feels like I could never get a blister again. They are popular shoes on the trail, so I have faith in them. Fingers crossed! This has me motivated to hit the trail just in time for the Friday the 13th full moon. I am ready to get back to hiking, and this is the most exciting part, the Sierra! As nice as the people around me are, I want to be back with the people I’ve grown to know and love over the last 700 miles. They are as much a part of my journey as the blisters, and I embrace the entire experience as a whole. If all goes according to plan, I will be on Mt. Whitney for Father’s Day with my friends!

That’s all I will write about the last few days. Bishop is awesome. If you come here, stay at the hostel if you can. The owner is awesome, the house is awesome, the location is awesome…you get the idea. Bishop is a great spot, and I would love to return in the future (which I may, since I will have to exit the trail to resupply again).

Here’s hoping my feet are up to the task, because the rest of me sure is!

Gypsy and her bloody mary
Hugs Pockets and yours truly
The whole gang!

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