Friday, June 29, 2012

Central California, through the high Sierras to Lake Tahoe

6/28/2012, Echo Lake, mile 1,094.5, 16.0 miles traveled.

Sarah dropped me and Honoh off at Carson Pass at 8:45 am.  After a short climb, I got my first glimpse of Lake Tahoe.  There aren’t many good views of the lake from the PCT.  On the climb toward Showers Lake, I met a lady named Peru who had hiked the Appalachian Trail last year and the year before.  We had a nice conversation.  She has a graduate degree in plant systematics.  I enjoyed learning about blue-eyed grass.  We met Sarah at about 1:00 pm, and made it to Echo Lake Resort at 3:10 pm.  Honoh bought us both milk shakes and other treats, and continued on into the Desolation Wilderness.  Sarah had talked with my mom and dad on the phone earlier.  They had asked if Sarah planned to continue running support for me rather than resume hiking.  We hadn’t considered that possibility, so we discussed it on and off for the rest of the day.  Sarah is concerned about slowing me down.  If she met me with the car at frequent intervals, I would be able to carry less weight and therefore travel farther each day.  If she hiked with me, I would have to carry more weight than usual in order to even our paces up, like I did in the High Sierras, and the effort per mile would be much higher.  We decided to give the support option a try.  I have enjoyed meeting Sarah for the last few days, and hiking the last few miles with her.  She always has interesting news about who she met on the trail.  I rarely meet other thru-hikers, but she sees several every time she hikes southward on the trail.  I just hope she can still have fun.  I think she will enjoy a more flexible schedule rather than having to grind out 16 miles every day.


Honoh.


First glimpse of Lake Tahoe.


Meiss Meadow and homestead.


Jay falling victim to a rock shark.

6/27/2012, Carson Pass, mile 1,078.5, 10.5 miles traveled.

Sarah dropped me off at the Tamarack Trailhead at 7:30 am.  It was 32˚F, but calm and clear.  I climbed past a volcanic peak called “The Nipple,” and dropped into a cirque at the base of a ridge called “The Elephant’s Back.”  I was dismayed to hear shooting ahead.  The din of multiple types of firearms continued for over an hour as I approached closer and closer.  I finally passed the party of gun-happy men.  They were within 50 yards of the PCT.  I met Sarah at the base of the climb toward the Elephant’s Back.  We ate lunch, and then climbed to the top of the ridge.  There, we were happy to see Honoh, a thru-hiker we last visited with at the Vermillion Valley Resort.  He took us up on our offer, and came home with us to shower, do laundry, eat, and resupply.  I reported the shooting to a ranger at the trailhead, but he didn’t seem inclined to do anything about it.


Lost Lakes


Upper Blue Lake and Forestdale Divide.


Blooming phlox on trailside.


Persistent whitebark pine and Lower Blue Lake.


Volcanic outcrop with orange lichens.


The Elephant’s Back, 9,685 ft., complete with white tusks.

6/26/2012, Tamarack Trailhead, mile 1,068.0, 18.0 miles traveled.

After a refreshing zero day, Sarah dropped me back at Ebbetts Pass at 8:00 am.  It was a beautiful hike past more hoodoos.  I met Billy Goat coming the other way.  He is in his 70’s, and is hiking the PCT for the ninth time.  He informed me that Raisins was just ahead of me.  I had met Raisins on the Appalachian Trail the year before, and would have liked to see him again, but I knew I wouldn’t catch him.  Sarah left the car at the Tamarack Trailhead and hiked south to meet me.  We enjoyed hiking back to the car together, and reached it at 3:00 pm.


Unnamed butte in front of Reynolds peak.


Reynolds peak, 9,679 ft.


Raymond Peak10,014 ft.


Looking north to the Carson Valley from the north face of Raymond Peak


Looking northwest up the trail to The Nipple, 9,342 ft.

6/24/2012, Ebbetts Pass, mile 1,050, 25.0 miles traveled.   

I awoke in the middle of the night to the feel of cold metal across my throat.  My tent had collapsed from a strong wind gust, and one of the supporting trekking poles had landed on my neck.  I put the tent back up, and slept poorly for the remainder of the night.  I began hiking at 6:15 am, and soon climbed out of the Carson River Canyon.  I marveled at countless bizarre volcanic outcrops.  I phoned Sarah and arranged to be picked up at Ebbetts Pass that night.  We decided that I would come home and complete the remaining distance to Echo Lake in a series of three day hikes.  This would allow me to enjoy the amenities of our house in Gardnerville, Nevada, and give Sarah a little bit more time to recover.  


Boulder Peak, 9,393 ft.


Noble Lake and Tryon Peak, 9,870 ft.


Hoodoos at head of Noble Canyon.

6/23/2012, East Fork Carson River, mile 1,025.0, 25.5 miles traveled.

I slept poorly due to the cold.  I began hiking at 6:15 am, and soon passed the 1,000 mile marker.  I stopped and put duct tape on the middle toe of each of my feet because the new shoes were creating hot spots there.  The wind was fierce.  I was concerned about the long exposed ridge walk that was required to reach Sonora Pass.  I put on all of my clothes and raingear just before I reached the ridge top, including an extra pair of socks on my hands.  It was a long walk in the cold wind.  It was particularly fierce as I passed through a notch in the ridge.  I had to crouch and run in order to stay on my feet.  I was glad the wind was from behind me.  I hiked with Steve, a dentist from southern California, on the descent to Sonora Pass.  He kindly gave me his extra food because his section hike was ending there.  I was concerned when I found there was no phone reception at the pass.  I would need to reach Daniel soon in order to change the rendezvous location.  I continued north through a beautiful area decorated by volcanic rocks of many colors.  These hoodoos provided quite a vivid contrast to the smooth grey granite that had predominated in Yosemite.  I camped near the East Fork Carson River at 7:15 pm.  It was very cold and windy, but at least there were no mosquitoes.


Informal one-thousandth mile marker on PCT.


View south from ridge before Sonora Pass.


Looking north on ridge before Sonora Pass.  PCT goes through notch on left.


Lotopie Lake.


Hoodoos north of Sonora Pass.

6/22/2012, Harriet Lake, mile 999.5, 26.0 miles traveled.

I began hiking at 6:00 am.  I crossed three steep granite ridges, each about 800 feet high, and finally reached Long Jack Canyon which led me to the northern boundary of Yosemite National Park.  The temperature dropped to 41˚F by evening, and there was a strong southwest wind.  I crossed Dorothy Pass in the evening and descended to the outlet of Harriet Lake to camp at 8:00 pm.  By then, my lower back was feeling tired, and my feet were sore from the rocky tread.


Pond on approach to Seavey Pass.


Common tread in Yosemite backcountry.


Macomb Ridge.  Trail ascends diagonally from right to left along line of trees.


Bigelow Peak, 10,539 ft., on northern boundary of Yosemite National Park.


Dorothy Lake and Forsyth Peak.

6/21/2012, Past Benson Lake Junction, 973.5, 24.5 miles traveled.

I started hiking at 7:00 am.  The trail led up Cold Canyon, and then crossed a couple of steep granite ridges separated by Matterhorn Canyon.  The mosquitoes were fierce whenever I was near water.  At the end of the day, I descended into a small canyon where a trail led to Benson Lake.  There were so many blown down trees, that I lost the trail for a while.  It was impossible to go around the blow-downs because there were so many piled on top of each other.  Hordes of mosquitoes attacked me as I fought my way through limbs and over the fallen trunks.  I eventually regained the trail and climbed to a small bluff where I pitched my tent at 8:15 pm.  I was startled when I noticed a deer within 20 feet of me.  It was completely tame, and remained there even as I hammered my tent stakes into the ground.  I decided that I would try to continue hiking 25 miles per day.  That would allow me to reach Ebbetts Pass, saving Daniel several hours of driving time during our next rendezvous. 


Ascending Cold Canyon.


View up Matterhorn Canyon


Matterhorn Creek.

6/20/2012, Past Glen Aulin, mile 949.0, 11.0 miles traveled.

We awoke to the clinking of bells as a mule train passed by.  A park ranger greeted us as we started down the trail.  She checked our permits.  We had purchased them from the Pacific Crest Trail Association.  A single permit allows entry into all of the parks and wilderness areas along the trail.  The ranger informed us that it was illegal to camp within four miles of Tuolumne Meadows.  We had camped about 200 yards too close.  She let us off with a warning.  I wondered why they hadn’t put a sign up informing hikers of that rule.  As Sarah and I approached Tuolumne Meadows, we decided it would be best for her to take a few days off from the trail and heal her feet.  She rode out with Daniel after her delivered me some new shoes and enough food to make it to Sonora Pass.  He would bring Sarah and more food to Sonora Pass when I reached it.  In the afternoon, I set off alone into the northern part of Yosemite, a notoriously rugged section of the PCT.  I was now carrying the JAM 35-Liter pack instead of the frame.  I left the bearvaults with Daniel since they were not required north of Tuolumne Meadows.  I camped a little ways past Glen Aulin.  While looking for a branch on which to hang my food bag, I noticed that every tree near my tent had claw marks running all the way up them.  I found a tree 100 yards away that didn’t appear to have been climbed, and hung the bag in it.  The bag held four days worth of food.  I would need to travel 17 miles per day to reach the next resupply in time.


Morning mule train in Tuolumne Meadows.


Cathedral Peak and Tuolumne River.


Tuolumne River Canyon.


Tuolumne Falls.

6/19/2012, Tuolumne Valley, mile 938.0, 15.5 miles traveled.

It was a very windy night.  Sarah didn’t get much sleep because the tent wall kept flapping against her.  She also discovered blood blisters between several of her toes.  It seems that because her shoes had a Gore-Tex liner, they were too hot.  Her feet swelled up and the pressure resulted in blisters.  The only solutions we could think of were to punch holes in her shoes to allow ventilation, and to replace them with breathable shoes as soon as possible.  We reached Donohue Pass, 11,056 ft, at noon and enjoyed watching the marmots scamper around while we ate lunch.  We then entered Yosemite National Park and descended past Lyell Fork in a beautiful cirque below Lyell glacier down to the floor of Tuolumne Valley.  We walked down the valley far enough to get phone reception and camped about 80 yards off the trail on a flat granite slab.  Daniel agreed to bring me shoes the next day.


Banner Peak and Thousand Islands Lake.


Approaching Donohue Pass.


View north from Donohue Pass, 11,056 ft., southern boundary of Yosemite NP.


Lyell Fork and Lyell Glacier.


Tuolumne Meadows.

6/18/2012, Thousand Islands Lake, mile 922.5, 15.0 miles traveled.

Today we saw massive wind damage as we hiked through Devils Postpile National Monument.  Many of the fallen trees appeared to have been rooted in unstable pumice.  We saw one tree that had fallen on a metal fence post.  The post, still standing, pierced clean through the tree trunk.  At the monument, the John Muir Trail and the PCT split for several miles.  We met a young man that had taken the John Muir Trail through the blow downs.  He said he was afraid for his life, climbing through tangles of trunks, not even touching the ground for several miles.  We were grateful that the PCT had been cleared.  We climbed along the San Joaquin River and enjoyed views across the canyon of the Ansel Adams Wilderness Area.  We eventually made Thousand Islands Lake, and pitched our tent on a slab of granite in the wind to evade the mosquitoes.  My shoe repair worked well!  My left foot felt much better.


Shoe repairs.


Devastation from wind storm on 11/30/2011 in Devils Postpile National Monument.
 

Many of the fallen trees were rooted in unstable pumice.


Tree that fell on fence post.


Shadow Lake in the Ansel Adams Wilderness Area.


Banner Peak.


Approaching Banner Peak and Thousand Islands Lake.

6/17/2012, Middle Fork San Joaquin River, mile 907.5, 17.5 miles traveled.

Today we descended to a large burn in Reds Meadow.  There had been a huge windstorm last November, which blew down thousands of trees in the area.  Fortunately, almost all of the PCT had been cleared by the time we reached that area.  We met a Student Conservation Corps trail crew led by a U.S. Forest Service boss.  They were sawing through huge blown down old-growth trees with cross cut saws, and rolling the logs off of the trail with a pike.  We passed by hundreds of blow-downs that had been removed in such a manner.  I was amazed at the effort that had been expended in clearing the trail.  Sarah was feeling much better, but I was feeling run down.  After setting up camp, I worked some more on my left shoe.  My left foot was sore from the lack of support.  I used Sarah’s Swiss Army knife to punch holes in the leather, and sewed the uppers with a spare shoe-lace.


Pond south of Lake Virginia.


Lake Virginia.


Student Conservation Corps trail crew clearing blow-downs with hand tools.

6/16/2012, Virginia Lake, mile 890.0, 14 miles traveled.

After a nice breakfast and a ferry ride back to the trail, we began our ascent towards Silver Pass at 9:30 am.  With the resupply, my pack was back up to 30 pounds.  We were carrying four days worth of food, intent on reaching the store at Tuolumne Meadows before we ate it all.  We crested Silver Pass, descended past several small lakes, hiked through Tully Hole, and made another steep ascent to a pond before Virginia Lake.  Sarah felt better than usual at the higher elevations.  We got water and back tracked to a breezy ridge in a futile attempt to evade the mosquitoes.  We camped at 8:00 pm.  The duct tape repair on my left shoe wasn’t working.  I would have to think of something else.


Bear-clawed tree.


Ford of North Fork Mono Creek.


Falls on Silver Pass Creek.


Approaching Silver Pass.


View south from Silver Pass, 10,900 ft., with Silver Pass Lake.


View north from Silver Pass, 10,900 ft.


Chief Lake.

6/15/2012, Vermillion Valley Resort, mile 877.0, 12 miles traveled.

Intent on reaching Lake Edison by 4:45 pm to catch the ferry to Vermillion Valley Resort, we began hiking at 7:30 am.  During our ascent of Bear Ridge, we were both startled by a large salamander as it charged under our feet towards a creek we had just crossed.  It was grey, and about 8-inches long.  At first I thought it was a rat headed for my pant leg.  Clouds built all day, and it rained on us as we waited for the ferry.  At the resort, we enjoyed eating with fellow thru-hikers Honoh, Not-A-Chance, and Croatian and bantering with Olive, the feisty waitress.  I’m afraid I made a pig of myself – ordering two entrees and two deserts.  Sarah and I luxuriated that night in a travel trailer which we rented for $95.


Western juniper (also Sierra juniper) and hugger.


Aspen grove


Mono Creek.


Ferry to Vermillion Valley Resort across Lake Thomas A. Edison.

6/14/2012, Bear Creek, mile 868.0, 17.0 miles traveled.

We started hiking at 7:15 am.  It was a warm day, and the mosquitoes were out en force.  We waded Evolution Creek without incident and continued following the creek as it plunged through a series of falls into the South Fork San Joaquin River.  We enjoyed hiking beside the San Joaquin to Paiute Crossing where we exited Kings Canyon National Park.  We then made the long ascent to Selden Pass where we were greeted by hordes of mosquitoes.   We fled down past Marie Lake and ended the day by fording Bear Creek.  It was low enough to pose no problems, and we made camp near its far shore at 7:00 pm.


Evolution Creek plunging toward the South Fork San Joaquin River.


Sign near trail crew camp soliciting help starting sour dough.


South Fork San Joaquin River.


View north from Selden Pass, 10,900 ft. with Marie Lake.


View south from Selden Pass, 10.900 ft. with Heart Lake.


Ford at Bear Creek.

6/13/2012, Evolution Creek, mile 851.0, 15.5 miles traveled.

We awoke to a calm, clear morning and continued our ascent toward Muir Pass.  We enjoyed spectacular scenery, including the partially frozen Helen Lake.  We felt fortunate for the low snow year, and only had to cross a few snow patches.  We checked out the Muir Hut when we reached Muir Pass at 10:30 am.  We continued our traverse above tree line past several lakes in Evolution Basin.  We felt desperately dirty enough to bathe in the frigid waters of Evolution Lake.  We spent the remainder of the day descending beside Evolution Creek, and camped before the ford, putting off the wade until the next day.


Headwaters of the Middle Fork Kings River.


Approaching Muir Pass along Middle Fork Kings River.


Black Giant, 13,330 ft.


Sarah traversing snow field.


Helen Lake with partial ice cover and Mt. Warlow, 13,206 ft.


Muir Hut at Muir Pass, 11,955 feet, built in 1931; and Mt. Solomons, 13,034 ft.


Ceiling of Muir Hut.


Hearth in Muir Hut.


View north from Muir Pass, 11,955 ft. with Lake McDermand and Wanda Lake.


Sapphire Lake and Mt. Spencer, 12,437 ft.


Evolution Lake looking north.


Evolution Lake looking south.

6/12/2012, Before Helen Lake, mile 835.5, 16.5 miles traveled.

We spent today approaching Muir Pass, intent on camping as close to it as possible without sleeping at too high of an altitude.  This would allow us to traverse the 10 miles above tree line on Muir Pass early the next day so as to reduce the chance of being caught in an afternoon thunder storm like we had been three years ago.  We began hiking at 6:15 am and descended to Palisade Lakes.  We followed the east shorelines, shivering in the shade as we watched the sunlight hitting the west side of the canyon.  We then descended the Golden Staircase, a series of switchbacks that comprised the last segment of the John Muir Trail to be constructed.  We descended Palisade Creek to its confluence with the Middle Fork Kings River at 8,000 ft.  On the way, we met a Trail boss, a trail crew member, and an archaeologist headed the opposite way.  They informed us that the Park Service was reconstructing the Le Conte Ranger Station.  They were having materials flown in by helicopter.  We saw several loads flown in as we ascended the Middle Fork Kings River toward Muir Pass.  Sarah was feeling especially bad as we climbed at the end of the day.  We made camp near a creek about a mile before Helen Lake at about 11,000 ft.  My left shoe was beginning to fall apart.  I had worn the light running shoes to drive in, and had forgotten to change into my regular hiking shoes at the trailhead.  I wrapped duct tape around the shoe, hoping it would last until Daniel could send me another pair.    


My frame pack with food in Bearvaults and tent.


Palisade Creek.


Descending the Golden Staircase, last section of JMT built.


Lizard.


Deer Meadow, at lower elevation between passes.


Ascending Le Conte Canyon toward Muir Pass.

6/11/2012, Above Palisade Lake, mile 819.0, 15.5 miles traveled.

Today we had to climb over two high passes in order to make our mileage quota.  We began hiking at 6:15 am and reached Pinchot Pass, 12,130 ft. elevation, shortly after 9:00 am.  We enjoyed the company of Anthony, a section hiker from Melbourne, Australia, as we gazed at the spectacular view.  Anthony was waiting for his English hiking companion who preferred to sleep late.  Sarah and I descended past Lake Marjorie to the South Fork Kings River at 8,000 ft.  We reached Mather Pass at 12,100 ft. at 5:00 pm.  By then, Sarah was really feeling the altitude and I was feeling my heavier-than-usual pack.  We made camp at 6:30 pm.  Once again, we enjoyed beautiful weather.  We saw only four other hikers during each of the last two days.


Approaching Pinchot Pass.


View south from Pinchot Pass, elevation 12,130 ft.


View north from Pinchot Pass, elevation 12,130 ft.


Lake Marjorie.


Approaching Mather Pass.


View south from Mather Pass, elevation 12,100 ft.
 

View north from Mather Pass, elevation 12,100 ft.


Marmot on Mather Pass.


Sarah descending from Mather Pass.


Looking back at Mather Pass from where we camped.

6/10/2012, Near Sawmill Pass Trail Junction, mile 803.5, 14.0 miles traveled.

We planned to hike 15 miles a day in order to reach our next resupply at Vermillion Valley Resort before we ran out of food in 6 days.  We began hiking at 7:00 am and reached Glen Pass, 11,978 ft. elevation, at 9:30 am.  Sarah did very well, but still felt nauseous and had a headache when above 10,000 ft.  We carefully picked our way across snow fields as we descended the north face of Glen Pass to beautiful Rae Lakes.  We continued to descend, following the South Fork Woods Creek down to its confluence with the main stem at 8,800 ft. elevation.  There, we crossed a creaky suspension bridge and began ascending the main stem of Woods Creek.  We saw a couple of grouse, and eventually made camp near a side creek just before the Sawmill Pass Trail junction.   


View north from Glen Pass, elevation 11,978 ft.


View south from Glen Pass, elevation 11,978 ft.


Looking back after descending the north face of Glen Pass.


Rae Lakes.


Painted Lady (12,126 ft.) and Rae Lakes.


Woods Creek suspension bridge.


Giddy view through creaky slats.


Grouse.


Looking back while ascending Woods Creek.

6/9/2012, Junction of Kearsarge Pass Trail and PCT, mile 789.5, 8.0 miles traveled.

After three days off at home in Gardnerville, Nevada, my son Daniel dropped Sarah and me at the Kearsarge Pass Trailhead at 3:00 pm.  I carried all of the food and the tent.  Sarah carried clothes and gear.  I wanted to carry most of the weight to make Sarah’s acclimation to trail life and the high altitude a little less painful.  I used a stripped down frame pack from the 1960’s, to which I strapped two bearvaults and the tent.  With 6 days of food for both of us, the total weight was 35 pounds.  Sarah’s pack weighed 21 pounds.  We hiked over Kearsarge pass at 11,760 feet elevation and reached the PCT at 8:00 pm.  Sarah was feeling the effects of the altitude.  We ate a quick dinner of Cliff bars, since we weren’t hungry enough yet to eat cold Top Ramen, then went to bed.


Sarah feeling the altitude on Kearsarge Pass at 11,760 ft.


Kearsarge Lakes.


Bullfrog Lakes.

Friday, June 8, 2012


Into the High Sierras: Walker Pass to Kearsarge Pass


6/5/2012, Kearsarge Trailhead, 14.0 miles traveled.

I rose early to a crystal clear, freezing dawn.  I enjoyed views of cascading Bubbs Creek and mist rising off the surrounding Kearsarge Pinnacles.  I joined up with my companions from the day before, and we hiked off the PCT over Kearsarge Pass in order to resupply.  We all found rides into Independence, and enjoyed eating at a diner while we waited for the bus to Bishop.  After a short bus ride, we arrived in Bishop.  The other hikers headed for a motel, while I waited for Sarah to come and get me.  We plan to return to the PCT together on June 9 now that school is out.  I am anxious to return to the beautiful Sierras.



Bubbs Creek.



Bubbs Creek.




Looking south, back up trail towards Forester Pass from Kearsarge Pass trail.


6/4/2012, Near Vidette Meadow, mile 785.0, 22.0 miles traveled.

I began hiking at 5:30 am after sleeping fairly well.  I regained the PCT and headed towards Forester Pass, the highest pass on that trail.  During the long approach, the wind kicked up from the south, and clouds began racing across the sky.  I could hear a low humming sound, and realized it was the wind blasting through the notches on the ridge that I would have to cross.  I was relieved to catch Chief, Cookie, Memphis, and Train at the base of the steep part.  We had fun crossing over the dramatic Forester Pass.  There was less snow on the pass than when Sarah and I had crossed it during late July three years previously.  We descended below tree line just as it started to rain.  I figured my tube tent wouldn’t stand up to the wind, so I sought shelter under a large boulder.  It was so cramped that I couldn’t roll on my side.  I spent a long night watching clouds race across the face of the moon.



Deer near Timberline Lake.



Approaching Forester Pass (notch in center under cloud).


Steep section on south face of Forester Pass.



View northwards from Forester Pass.



JayBird on Forester Pass.



Looking back at the north face of Forester Pass.



Chief, Cookie, and Train traversing snow on descent from Forester Pass.



Storm blowing in towards Kearsarge area.



Seeking sheltered campsite during storm.


6/3/2012, Above Guitar Lake, 18.0 miles traveled.

I awoke to the sound of a drumming grouse at 8:00 am.  I felt refreshed and ready to hike.  I made Crabtree Meadows around noon, and began a 16-mile side trip (round trip) off of the Pacific Crest Trail to climb Mount Whitney, the highest peak in the lower 48 states at just less than 14,500’ elevation.  I enjoyed meeting several familiar thru-hikers as they were returning from the mountain.  I reached the summit at about 6:00 pm.  I only had to cross one patch of snow.  The air was hazy due to a forest fire to the south.  Darkness caught me by the time I descended to 12,000 feet elevation, so I camped on a bench above Guitar Lake.  I enjoyed watching the moonlight on the steep mountainsides as I drifted off to sleep.



Sequoias and typical clean understory in Kings Canyon National Park.



Peering through Sequoia snag.



View northwards on approach to Crabtree Meadow.



Crabtree Meadow.



Mt. Whitney from Timberline Lake.



Feisty marmot.



Smokey view east from Mt. Whitney.



Registration box on Mt. Whitney summit.



View south along summit ridge of Mt. Whitney.



View northwards from Mt. Whitney.



Warning sign I didn’t notice until I was on the way down.



Descending Mt. Whitney.


6/2/2012, Past Rock Creek, mile 761.0, 20.0 miles traveled.

Once again, I slept poorly.  A sub-freezing breeze blew down along the creek for most of the night.  I crawled in between the plastic layers of my tube tent for awhile.  Then I became concerned that the bag would loose all its insulating capacity as my body vapor soaked it, so I crawled back out on top of the plastic.  Soon, the outer surface of my bag was frozen.  That seemed to reduce the heat loss to the wind, and I was able to catch a few hours of sleep before dawn.  I tried to catch a little more sleep after the sunlight reached the creek.  I began hiking at 9:00 am, and ascended past Horseshoe Meadows to Poison Creek.  By then I felt horrible, with a headache, nausea, and listlessness.  I remembered feeling similarly when Sarah and I had started our hike of the John Muir Trail at this point three years previously.  I figure that I was feeling the effects of the high altitude.  Tired of sleeping cold and hiking hot, I decided to take advantage of the full moon.  I found a secluded spot in the shade of a granite outcrop, and slept all day until 8:00 pm.  Feeling listless, but with less of a headache, I began hiking at 9:00 pm.  I hiked all night under the full moon.  I lost the trail briefly after Chicken Spring Lake, but used my map to regain it.  I crossed high country near Cottonwood Pass, and then began the long descent towards Rock Creek in Kings Canyon National Park.  The forested north-facing slope was very dark, so I used my headlamp for the last part of the night hike.  I tried not to think of mountain lions.  I scared myself once when my ice axe scraped a boulder and it sounded like a lion scream.  I forded Rock Creek, and found a flat spot as I climbed out of the canyon at 3:30 am.



Trail to Horseshoe Meadows.  Back on familiar trail.  I had hiked the PCT between Horseshoe Meadow and Tahoe City in sections previously.


6/1/2012, Diaz Creek, mile 741.0, 22.0 miles traveled.

I didn’t sleep very well.  I guess I wasn’t used to sleeping so near other hikers.  They got up at 5:00 a.m., so I did also.  It was a cold morning.  I ascended to 10,500 feet and enjoyed views northwards across Death Canyon to the Sierras.  After descending into the canyon, the trail climbed again to above 10,000 feet.  It was a hot day.  I was buzzed by a fighter jet as I crossed a notch in the ridge line.  It couldn’t have been more than 200’ above me.  It was so startling, that I involuntarily dropped to the ground as the sound hit me.  I heard several grouse drumming as I began a long descent towards Diaz Creek.  Clouds rolled in, and they spit rain off and on for the rest of the afternoon.  I was very tired by the time I reached Diaz Creek.  I fell asleep gazing at a large ¾ full moon.



Looking northwards across Death Canyon.



Clouds rolling in from the southwest.


5/31/2012, Cow Creek, mile 719.0, 16.0 miles traveled.

I enjoyed visiting with other hikers as I waited for the general store to open at 9:00 am.  I charged my phone when I heard the generator turn on.  I then mailed my discarded gear home, and reached the trail at 9:30 am.  After traversing another burn, I emerged into beautiful Monache Meadows, and enjoyed views of the South Fork of the Kern River and the High Sierras.  I set up camp in the forest near Cow Creek, and was pleasantly surprised when I was later joined by several more thru-hikers.  We had a pleasant visit and turned in at dark.  We were all excited to be near the Sierras.



Relaxed morning at Kennedy Meadows general store.



No Amp and Train.



More burn.



Monache Meadows.



South Fork of the Kern River.


5/30/2012, Kennedy Meadows, mile 703.0, 19.5 miles traveled.

I awoke after a good night’s sleep and began hiking at 8:00 am.  I soon noticed fresh bear tracks on the trail headed back towards the spring.  It looked like I had just missed a sow and her cub, as the bear tracks were on top of those left by a hiker who had passed by my camp earlier.  I enjoyed a gradual ascent through a quiet forest.  When I reached the top, however, I emerged into a huge burn, and began descending into the Kern River Basin.  I was elated to see my first glimpse of the high Sierras on the horizon.  I reached the South Fork of the Kern River.  I was surprised to see how low the flow was.  It appeared that the spring runoff was over.  I made Kennedy Meadows just before the general store closed, and picked up three packages.  Kennedy Meadows is a community of 200 people.  There is no electricity.  Other than the store, the only facility is Trail Angel Tom’s, where all of the thru-hikers congregate.  I sorted gear, and enjoyed a taco dinner supplied by the generous angel.  I enjoyed talking with Wrong Way, who I had seen last year on the Appalachian Trail in the White Mountains, and three years ago on the Tahoe Rim Trail.  I swapped my new pack for my old, larger one, and stuffed in 6 days worth of food.  I reluctantly strapped an ice axe and crampons on the outside of the pack, figuring it was better to be safe than sorry on Forester Pass.  Without water, my pack weighted 29 pounds.  A young lady named No Amp weighed her pack just before me, and hers weighed 50 pounds.  I slept in the woods behind the store.



Track of hind foot of black bear cub near Fox Mill Spring.



Descending through large burn towards Kennedy Meadows.




South Fork of the Kern River.


5/29/2012, Fox Mill Spring, mile 683.5, 17.0 miles traveled.

After a cold night, I began hiking at 8:00 am.  I descended to Spanish Needle Creek, and then climbed to another ridge top.  As I topped the ridge, I was delighted to hear my phone receive three texts.  They were all from Sarah.  Later, I realized that I was out of Part A of the Aquamira I use to treat drinking water.  It was irksome to run out of one part, while I still had half a bottle’s worth of the other.  I would have to drink untreated water until I reached my mail drop at Kennedy Meadows.  I decided to utilize springs rather than creeks if possible.  I met several other friendly thru-hikers throughout the day.  I decided the hike was more fun when I met several hikers a day rather than being ahead of the pack.  I found a cache of sodas in Chimney Creek left there by a trail angel.  I had a Sprite, while visiting with Tank and On Time, and then ascended to Fox Mill Spring.  I set up camp, and spent the evening relaxing and gathering 5 liters of water.  The pipe dripped at a rate of 1 liter per 25 minutes, so it took a while.  I was relieved to feel better than I had the previous day. 



Unusual, red thistle.



Dripping pipe at Fox Mill Spring.


5/28/2012, Past Joshua Tree Spring, mile 666.5, 14.5 miles traveled.

After eight wonderful zero-days at home, Sarah dropped me off at Walker Pass around 11:30 am.  I then began a shaky ascent back into the mountains on quivery legs with my payload of 5 liters of water and 4-days-worth of food.  I felt listless and had a headache.  After the trail reached the Jenkins/Owens Saddle at about 7,000 feet elevation, I had spectacular views eastwards across the Hwy 395 corridor.  It was very warm, and lizards were out en force.  One lizard sported vertical orange stripes.  I nearly stepped on a large non-venomous snake (perhaps a king snake).  I saw strange looking yucca blossoms with swarms of pollinating flies around them.  The trail then descended from pinion pines back into Joshua trees.   I began looking for a campsite at 6:00 pm.  I had decided to put more effort into finding comfortable spots to avoid becoming run down due to insufficient sleep.  For this leg of the hike (Walker Pass to Kearsarge Pass Trailhead), I decided to use a cheep plastic tube tent for shelter rather than the tent fly.  I intended to use the tube tent primarily as a ground cloth.  If the weather was cold and windy, I would simply crawl between the plastic layers to stay warm.  If it rained, I would string a line through it and fasten the ends to trees.  I found a flat spot on a ridge top at 6:25 pm.  It was windy, at first, but it became calm after sunset.  I enjoyed talking with Castle when she passed by near dark.  She had worked as a ridge runner for the Appalachian Trail Conservancy in Maryland the previous year.  As I lay on my back gazing at the stars, a huge silhouette loomed a few feet above my face.  At first I thought it was a bat, but as it silently swooped and ascended, I realized it was an owl.  Then it came in for another pass, lower this time.  I gave a whistle, and it veered off and eventually perched in a tree behind me.  I had uneasy thoughts of it returning to clutch my face after I was asleep.


 

Looking back while ascending into mountains north of Walker Pass.



Lizard with orange stripes.




Yucca blossom and view eastward from near Owens, Jenkins Saddle.