|Heading up Silver Pass|
Not today, however. Today, I'm going to copy June 28th's journal entry word-for-word, to give you a taste of what I actually write in my journal at night. =) It's nowhere near as detailed as my regular journal entries, but perhaps you'll find it interesting anyhow.
As an aside, I'm currently typing this entry on August 3rd, for stuff that happened to me on the trail on June 28th, and this post isn't scheduled to actually go public until September 4th at 5:00 in the afternoon (Pacific time).
So, without further ado, this is my journal entry:
|Fidget slips on a log while trying to avoid the snow.|
- Silver Pass (10,900') was covered in snow for several miles. Exhausting but glad Fidget and I did it in the morning to limit postholing.
- Passed Tully Hole. Not sure who Tully was or what the deal her hole is about.
- Steep climb up to Lake Virginia, where the trail is inexplicably routed through the lake. Okay, normally, it's shallow enough that one can cross by jumping over a series of large rocks. Right now, the lake is so high, the rocks are underwater.
- Ate lunch on far side of Virginia Lake. I cooked mashed potatoes (440 calories) while sewing a new hole in my pants closed. I'm so domesticated!
- Food levels critical. Enough to last me about 24 hours--if I conserve!
- Lost trail in snow several more times--at Duck Lake Turnoff, at Purple Lake, at Deer Creek, etc. Argh!
- Stopped for night with a French couple thru-hiking the JMT southbound. Fidget pushed on to Red Meadow with two other hikers hoping to arrive in time for a drink. Never even had a chance to say goodbye. French couple have terrible English, so I didn't try to talk to them very long.
- Ate Mac and Cheese--the last dinner in my arsenal.
|Fidget postholes up to her waist.|
Instead of helping, I take photos. =)
Late in the afternoon, Fidget asked me if it would be okay if she went on ahead with a couple of other thru-hikers who were planning to get into Red's Meadow where there was a store with food, alcoholic beverages, and who knows what else. I was a little surprised--like she needed my permission? But it wasn't that she needed my permission. She was just looking out for me, making sure I'd be okay hiking alone again.
We never really entered any kind of formal agreement to watch out for each other. It was just something we kind of fell into, but it worked out really well. When my trekking pole broke, she was there offering one of her own to get me through tricky creek crossings.
Late in the day, I was hiking behind her, and she was moving! I'd never seen her hike so fast. At a couple of points, she even started jogging a bit. "She really wants that beer in a bad way," I thought. =)
|For some inexplicable reason,|
the trail is routed directly through this lake.
So I camped, a couple of miles short of Red's Meadow, with the French couple who didn't speak very good English, silently wishing Fidget good luck on her journeys, and thankful our paths crossed when they did. I knew there would be more snow-covered passes ahead, but they were becoming progressively lower and easier to cross. My confidence level at navigating such treacherous terrain had grown tremendously in the week or so I spent with Fidget. Even though she wouldn't physically be hiking with me anymore, our experiences together would still help me through the days ahead, and I really can't thank her enough for helping me through the worst of the Sierras.
|Fidget offers me a trekking pole|
for the creek crossing.