As southbounders, we were relatively rare. We swam against a steady tide of northbounders, some of them thru-hikers, who to our delight asked us if we were actual southbounders, as in, hiking the whole PCT north to south. We finally have gotten our gear to a point where we look like thru hikers! This makes me happy for no apparent reason, maybe because it has taken my whole life to get my gear down to what I need and nothing I don't. (Except for my Kindle. That is my luxury item. Word to the wise: don't read a book by a lightning strike survivor in a lightning storm. Or about a bear attack story in the woods, ever)
|Just another beautiful vista in the Sierra|
|So pretty, but such wrong weather for swimming|
I pop jellybeans and wait for the climb to get hard. After all, northbounders have told us it was. Instead I am flying. Someday I may have to slow down, but today is not that day. Soon we are on top of the pass, a wide, flat expanse raked by wind, staring at our trail far, far below. 9,300 feet!
|Older ladies rule!|
|Dicks Lake, I think.|
So far I have been unable to sleep on this hike, tossing on my Thermarest. Tonight will be no exception. I stare up at the stars. We have come sixty miles in three days. How is that even possible? I am amazed by what we have done.
to be continued...
|Good night, Lake Aloha.|