And I’m back in the saddle again.
I had good, solid plans to write that other blog post, and to write deep things about my trek to Victoria, BC, but those must be set upon the back burner.
Today I began a journey through the southern Sierra, beginning in Mammoth and hopefully ending at Kennedy Meadows in two weeks or so.
I’m currently in my tent on a ridge at a bit over 9000 feet, starting from the Rainbow Falls trailhead and headed toward Silver Pass tomorrow and then onward. (And I just heard some kind of largish rodent outside my tent—I’m guessing pika? Marmot? Great Mountain Shrew? It’s something of a welcome change from the near silence that’s been reigning all evening.)
It’s been a day of ups and downs, as so often before. The family dropped me off on our way home from our delightful sojourn in peninsular Washington. The weather is quite warm and dry, but the mountains are gorgeous (though seemingly arid after the northwest, and especially this year). I made about six miles at my regular slow pace; I’m going to have to make some mileage on this trip, and I’d like to get home to the family in a reasonable time, so I’m looking at some long days. I’m attempting to apply all the great wisdom I’ve gained from my previous journeys, with mixed success. I sometimes wonder if I’m capable of any other kind. (And then I recognize that as my self-defeat script and beat myself up about doing this again, but eventually climb up out of the hole, dust myself off, and continue.) I’m doing well so far, and God is being faithful to stick with and teach even such an old dog as I. Maybe there’s hope for me yet.
No great connection tonight, so no stunning photos (unless one sneaks in). Here’s hoping this makes it to press.