PCT SIX week: difficult times in the mountains

For week six we will follow the Sierra!

I have been publishing my newspaper daily, with the cell service that asks for the service, on Instagram @alandanielchapman

Forgive any orthographic ortho, etc. I am using the voice to send a text message and click on my phone, while trying not to lose more equipment. Keep reading to find out what I’m talking about …

Day 36 // Miles today: 31.5, Total: 959.6

Today began badly. I woke up and packed slowly, did my business and prepared to cross the stream with which I camped nearby. I found a good rock jump on a stream that flows soft/moderate with some fast and when I went to make the final jump to the shore, my foot hit a thin ice movie and got into the deep waters of the knee. This was not so much a problem until I saw one of my posts floating by the current. I panicked and sat, not once, but twice, I got much more humid in the process. He finally acknowledged that what he was doing was idiot. I took off my wet bag and took my phone from my pocket and ran by the current to see if I could find the post hooked on something. After about 10 minutes of search, it was clear that I was a type of a post.

I started Donahue Pass after this episode telling me that I could be upset until I reached the pass; The other side of the pass was going to be a new day.

I had the partial success of adopting this mentality. After the pass, the path was crushed and was super cross. It was at this time that I recognized that I should have reached a little ankle when I fell into the river, it is a bit tender.

Following the Tuolumne river through a grass -covered meadow that really did not change much in the course of 10 miles was a bit boring if you can believe it. Upon arriving at the Tuolumne Meadows store, I was delighted to see that coffee had opened, despite the reports otherwise. I ended up eating a hamburger with double cheese with avocado and a large salad, and barely made me dent. I was ready for more than an hour later.

It continues with the aim of more than 30 miles today so that Kelly and the children can collect me well and the children after tomorrow.

My mood remained floating for one part of the afternoon by some incredible magmatic structures (see photos) in the Granodiorita of the Cathedral peak. Places where you can imagine magma flowing as if through a pipe.

He shared some miles with kiki and problems: boys have great energy. Kiki has a very similar story about losing a post in a stream just before Mathher Pass, so he felt well to know that he was not alone there.

They stopped at the camp before me and continued another 2 1/2 miles plus a rise of 1000 feet. I was definitely ready to collide when I arrived at the camp. He ate a cold -soaked smooth couscous dinner (yes, sucks) and sealed everything in the bear boat. Then I obtained a strong smell of tuna, reminding me that I had shed the water from a tuna package in my comforter. So, while all my food was contained in the container, I would send the smells of tuna to the bears while sleeping.

Day 37 // Miles Today: 31.6, Total: 991.2

My 5 am alarm sounded and left the bed successfully, I did my tasks and arrived on the road around 5:40 am. I enjoyed a break breakfast, instant coffee and ibuprofen (my first on the trip, to handle my soft right ankle problem). It is an infernal drug.

Today he involved tons of climbing and descending. It is not an individual ascent or descent so challenging, with Benson Pass probably the maximum, so it was a kind of death by 1000 cuts. I also think I could be sick with my litera partner in the shelter in the gigantic lakes.

Then, with all the challenging land, I could not cover as many miles as I expected during the day so that the plan became: Night walk!

I arrived at Falls Creek at 9 pm and I had to choose between caressing this wide shallow river and wetting my feet, which had just dried, or prepare the camp and dinner for mosquitoes. My poor feet had to get wet once again.

He ended up going until 10:15 pm, when mosquitoes began to disappear. I presented my jeans camp, in the interest of speed, and also the fact that I cannot establish my refuge without a second post and Konked.

Day 38 // Miles today: 26.9, Total: 1018.1

I woke up wet and trembling at 3 am, about 30 minutes before my planned early awakening. I made an inventory of all my remaining food in the boat boat: two tuna packages, a seasonal without seasoning, approximately 4 ounces of potato dust I suppose I am becoming good to enter the city without anything. I packed everything, put my socks and freezing and soaked shoes, and started along the way.

Obviously, they have been a last pair of difficult days. I reflected on things that could have gone better in that period of time, as well as everything that is going well and the beauty of my environment. I laughed well as I walked along the path thinking about my many current sources of discomfort, and also in how I am voluntarily here and I would not have it otherwise.

After about an hour of walking in twilight. My body had finally heated due to the effort, and I felt comfortable, although a little exhausted, so I decided to rest a little in a beautiful flat rock. I drank my coffee, I lay down and closed my eyes for about 15 minutes. When I woke up I felt recharged and ready to drive to Lake Dorothy Pass, the northern limit of Yosemite National Park.

I found the usual snow on the north side of Sierran’s passes and made my way to the Walker River, crossing the bridge that had been slightly damaged the previous year. At this point, the path goes deeply from granite to volcanic rock to the north and as soon as I reached that sweet volcanic rock, I was surprised how quickly my rhythm accelerated and how much easier the path must follow.

However, it was short duration: the climb to Sonora Pass meant crossing several challenging snowfields. Then, the path continues along an exposed crest of northern trend for 6 miles before finally descending, and crossing snowfields even more betrayal to the 108 highway.

I arrived at the road at 5 PM, where Kelly and the children were waiting for me with food! I will be hung with them in Bridgeport for the next two days, my first two zeros!

Day 41 // miles today: 31.4, total: 1049.5

We woke up, I gathered my team in the trailer in which the family and I have stayed, we ate some charms of fate, they administered to the sleeping children and conducted with Kelly back to Sonora Pass to resume the adventure. He said goodbye to her over the next three weeks and began walking north. Feeling sad, but otherwise, mental and physically refreshing the double zero and with new posts, shoes and pants.

The snowfields navigated for a couple of hours, postponed several times, once sending my pimp to the sharp edge of a submerged granite rock, covering my new blood pants. I chatted with a recent retitere from the Bay area called Silver Streak. It was a pleasure to chat with him (for any reason, I tend to click instantaneously with aging prointelectual hippies), the most interesting in the issue of the growing prioritization of individualism in the United States. The idea that people have an acute sense of their identities and a lack of will to be in relations with others if that means they could change as a result. We agree that our relationships with our wives have required commitment and change from all, but the coevolution that has taken place in our relationships has been overwhelmingly positive.

The afternoon was pleasant, moving through the volcanic landscape with irregular snow and enjoying non -technical general. So different from the high Sierra. Jump of a Japanese boy named Shade for a few hours, he likes to shout Hello after sneaking behind me. I don’t think it’s his intention, but he scares me every time.

He had three SVT episodes that disappeared when sitting. I am not sure what the trigger was, since I do not feel stressed and I am well fed/hydrated. Maybe it’s from Shade surprising me.

I enjoyed a good rice and cold soaked beans, a new lot that Kelly made for me, for dinner with M&M caramel for the dessert, found a good soft point to camp next to the Ebbetts pass and called it one day.

Day 42 // Miles today: 33.4, Total: 1082.9

I enjoyed about 30 minutes of cozy time before leaving my comforter at 5:30. He started walking at 6, crossing the state highway 4. After a seven -day stretch of roads in the mountains, I still find it strange to find roads.

The area in which I am is totally radical: large needles of pyroclastic flow deposits covered with irregular snow with beautiful subalpine lakes and butter path. This morning’s wind is significant with bursts that almost let me bleed several times.

The wind collected throughout the day. The fellow hikers became scarce around 3 pm. At that time I found myself fighting the west wind that was committed to sending me flying from the top of the crest between the lost lakes and the upper blue lake. A couple of times I had to sit, otherwise, I would have taken off.

I am bad to estimate the wind speeds, but I was blowing my body in the sage that covers the path. If I had to guess, I would say sustained The winds were around 100 mph with bursts up to 1000 mph.

The wind began to decrease when I approached Carson Pass. The pass for the pass had some twisted snowfields, but the high quality starting clues made an easy tour. Bopsó on the north side and it was a gentle navigation to the 88 highway (where I enjoyed dinner at a picnic table) and beyond camping at Lake Showers. The path became the most manteño that has gone when he merged with the Tahoe Rim Trail. Configure the tent (tired of the wind), ate some oreo pudding and went to horizontal efforts (that is, bed).