[I’m catching up on the posts I was unable to make during my recent Sierra trek due to lack of cell signal. Enjoy.]
Tonight’s camp is nestled amidst towering peaks of boulders just off from an argumentative stream. It gets dark quickly in these valleys, so though I had plans to continue for another mile or two, I’m slotted in for the night.
Actually, the real motivator to stop was my body. It said, “Stop,” so I did. I made 13 miles, which isn’t quite my goal, but they are 13 Sierra miles, so I’ll take them and be thankful.
I’ve had a couple of thousand feet of elevation change today, though I’m camped just a little higher than last night. I came up to a bit over 10,000 feet today; tomorrow (Lord willing) I’ll go over Silver Pass at almost 11,000, then down again. The PCT in the Sierra delights in dragging you high and then hurling you back down.
It was tough hiking (and old guys trotting past me did not help), but it was a gorgeous day. I’ve walked along elfin streams and leaping rivers; I passed Duck, Purple, and Virginia lakes; I ate lunch by a waterfall with a hundred-mile view and rested on a seasonal island. There really is beauty here enough to charm the world; I can see why half the hikers I meet are from overseas, drawn by this amazing, awe-inspiring place.