In the morning we load up and get a ride to the trailhead. Even at seven, we are adrift in a sea of day hikers bound for Mist and Vernal Falls. The trail is even paved, a steep climb without relief. Day hikers pass us as we toil uphill. Strangely we come upon a flush toilet and a water fountain at one junction. Eventually the day hikers fall off and we are left mostly on our own to marvel at the views. We are really doing this, a couple of miles into a 230 mile adventure.
Because the lottery prevented us from a pass-through, this first day is a wash. We must hike off the John Muir Trail and rejoin it the next day. Some of the group argues for a short detour and a dry camp near the top of the Illihouette Basin, thus preventing a long slog the next day, but others prevail, stating firmly that they do not want to dry camp and will not do it. In the throes of Group Dynamics, we trudge through a drought stricken landscape. The trails are the consistency of flour and the seasonal streams are gone, air like cotton in my mouth. The quest for water becomes a little desperate, and we query passing hikers. It becomes clear that people are poor at judging distance. "One mile," someone says. "Three or four," a cute backpacker tells us. Finally we stumble on a creek and a questionable campsite that we dub "Furnace Camp." Blackened by a former fire, it is close to a hundred degrees here. After a foot soak, we determine that the bigger river is just a half mile away and we head there.
The river is delightful and we spend hours swimming in the pools. The next day is not quite so delightful as we face a fourteen mile day complete with a climb from about 6000 feet to nearly ten. We regain the JMT and the crowds. A day hiker spies us as we pass by the Vernal Falls trail junction. "Who is this bubbly group?" he wants to know. And we are: we feel strong.
We hike through a parched forest, filling up at every water source we can find. Some are only trickles. The ultralight packs begin to fail, victims of poor engineering. We encounter a couple who warn us that we have to head up a "mighty big hill", and it is, a drone up dusty switchbacks, a gain of 800 feet in less than a mile. This type of climb will seem like nothing later on, but on Day 2 it is a challenge, and we head down into Sunrise with a sigh of relief.
We have heard that the Sunrise High Sierra Camp is dry, the pack trains bringing in water for their guests, and so we must filter water out of a sluggish trickle a half mile away. An exhausted group comes the other way, one of the women exclaiming that she can't believe she has blisters, because she "hiked the AT in these boots." We exchange glances--how could those boots have held up after the entire Appalachian Trail? Then the truth comes out--she only hiked four days of the AT. We find this funny and it becomes a saying the whole trip once we gain our own blisters. How could we possibly have blisters when we have hiked the PCT in these very same boots?
Being lowly backpackers, we do not stay in the tent cabins of the High Sierra Camp, but we do have a site among granite rocks and a priceless view of the meadow and peaks surrounding it. We hear the dinner and cocktail hour bells ring for the guests as we eat our freeze-dried meals and drink our warm water. But we don't care. It is only day two, and we have time on our side--days and days in the wilderness.
The water scarcity continues as we leave Sunrise and head towards Toulumne. We head over Cathedral Pass, barely a pass at all, and find our first lakes, the sweet Cathedrals. Day hikers are on the move again, slogging up the steep trail as we scamper down. It feels like too short a time to re-enter some form of civilization, only three days, but we have a rendezvous at Toulumne, so we head in to roads and busy campgrounds. Once again we are shunted into a Backpacker Campground, full of noise and people. In the night a bear comes and people over-react, firing off air horns and treeing it. Regular campers march by our tents and state that we are sleeping in coffins. We start seeing other JMTers, people who have opted to bypass the climb out of Yosemite Valley.
The next day we will head up Lyell Canyon and it finally feels like we are really getting into the wilderness. My friend Kim shows up and will hike with us for three days. Ahead we have more climbs, a series of lakes, and our first pass. The weather is warm and sunny. What could possibly go wrong?
I am about to find out.
|Coming down to the first Cathedral Lake.|