But here we were all these years later. I met my friends, the ones who never left, for a 12 mile hike. Caught in an afternoon thunderstorm pattern, the Sierra is nevertheless desperately dry, and we found only a sprinkle of snow at Pear Lake, 9200 feet. As we hiked we remembered, and things I had forgotten came flooding back. How had it been so long ago? And why is it that the friends you make in your twenties seem to be the most true?
|Marble Falls, in the foothills. I hiked through poison oak and didn't get it! There's hope. people.|
|Granite climbing at Pear Lake.|
|Mist Falls was very misty!|
After that I went to where the hotshot crew used to live, where my friend still works as a cook. It's different there too, only a handful of the crew living on site, where all 20 used to stay. They all have families now, when it used to be footloose guys following fire across the country.
|My friends debated as to whether this was a foxtail or a western white pine. I just thought it was cool.|
I was only in the Sierra for two summers, but don't you always remember the places where your life changed its trajectory? This was one of those places for me. Seeing my friends, I also saw the path not taken.
|9200 feet and barely any snow.|