Now that I mostly do long distance hiking instead, I wasn't sure I would ever have that feeling again, but I did this weekend when I paired two long day hikes, gaining thousands of feet in elevation. I bounded up the trail to Ice Lake, feeling incredible. Sixteen miles and it felt like nothing.
Some large, threatening clouds came over and it began to hail so I retreated. That didn't stop 20 backpackers headed to the lake. Usually I feel regretful that I didn't bring overnight gear. Not this time! Twenty people is too much togetherness.
Sunday we headed to Dollar Lake, a small tarn on top of a pass.
|We passed by Bonny Lake on the way. Those are two dogs by the lake.|
Beautiful Dollar, you are sometimes my favorite lake. There's a dog swimming in the lake, in case you were wondering.
This was a twelve mile day and I now feel like I am ready for the JMT. I'm not the weight I want to be, and my pack isn't either (32 lbs with water and food). But my body feels ready.
I am the luckiest person in the world. Sometimes I really believe that.