Today I arrived at an early path, trying to get my hiking schedule before to help me cover more miles. It was a day of pleasant forest walk and, as many days, lately, the morning was not very agitated. However, after lunch, while walking towards a huge incredibly active tree with carpenter birds, the strange movement ahead made me a pause and will try to understand what I was seeing. It seemed that in the middle of the tree there was some kind of creature clinging to the trunk and moving. After a few seconds, he took out the head of any hole in which he had been rooting and I saw that it was a kind of weasel! I was more solidly built than other websities that I had seen, with thicker appearance and a pretty face. We saw each other a few seconds before he decided that it was not a threat and we had to root on the tree again, I guess looking for food. I managed to get some photos and identified this as a Pacific Marten! Unfortunately, the path passed the tree was feeding and when I finally walked forward, unfortunately I scared it to hide in the upper branches.
Incredibly Jazzed to see a Pine Marten.
There was Magic Trail a little later in Barker Pass Trailhead, the parents of a hiker named DBB here to support her. Fresh fruit knows Ambrosia when you have been eating granola bars for 3 days. I rested here for a while and finally introduced me adequately to Dordash, Dayglow, Critter and Conduit, a family of trails that I had been walking from Kennedy Meadows North. It turned out that Legend and Bee were also on this path and so I had more time for their traditional spaghetti dinner. This was the fourth time that he would gather them with them throughout the path and for the third time accepting their hospitality. Jukebox, a Tahoe Rim Trail hiker, and Neo & Stupid calls also joined dinner.
Some type of bees thief flies flying at dinner.
I could have stayed the night here, and I was able to join for the Breakfast of Panqueques de Legend and Bee, but I had not gone as far as I liked today, so I went ahead later. I walked on Barker Peak and camped on the opposite side on a tent site with excellent views but protection against mediocre wind. I slept well fortunately.
Day 100: empty ski elevators
I was prepared to see the dawn, but I fell asleep later and I had a later start. A short ascent led 8 miles of summary ridge and I walked. The wind kept me fresh, which was good because it had absolutely not brought enough water.
A very good dawn.
In part, I began to see ski elevators and I realized that it was Palisades Tahoe Ski Resort only without all the snow. I went to a school ski journey here more than a decade and still remember with love discovering that I could chain skiing and uninterrupted skiing from top to bottom of the mountain, a trip of almost 30 minutes. It was too late in the year for snow and now I could see the mountain in the heat of summer. I also walked behind the «not skiing this address» signals that was exciting.
Some type of butterflies convention that was happening in the middle of the path.
Finally I returned to the floor of the Valley early in the afternoon for my usual lunch and nap. It was a long climb at night and made a camp quite late. It had been an emotionally hard day due to my ankle problems, but the dream finally helped.
Darch skiing elevators are a strange but great atmosphere.
Day 101: An unexpected snowfield
Another climb began the day to an unusually beautiful crest. It seemed to be the climax of the area and could see everywhere, especially from the Tinker cannon. I began to see the hikers of a day in addition to the usual ones through the hikers who indicated a path nearby. I arrived earlier and the rest of the miles of the day were downhill.
Here, the cicada. Small and unpretentious, these insects have been the predominant outdoor noise that I have been experiencing during the last month.
I did not go far before I find a fairly significant snow tour. It seemed that the east face of Mount Lincoln had managed to hold on to a little snow, strange considering how deep in the summer was now. In addition, the path was direct and was completely covered without an established bootpack. I still had my ice ax (despite repeatedly trying to send it home), but even with it I didn’t feel like a trace on an slope so pronounced with rocks underneath. While I was considering my way, a one -day hiker appeared behind me and we began to chat, introducing us as Bumble. I had been considering going around the snow patch walking up and on Mount Lincoln Peak, but Bumble showed me a path under the snow patch. He took a little fight, but it was much easier.
This was a great crest to walk.
We had lunch together and talked about his next journey from Iceland. Bumble also gave me some fresh and inexplicably quiet cherries and cherries, the type of food I value more than gold along the way. He made my sausage lunch and summer cheese use much tastier. We separated later, I took the time to rest. Thanks Bumble!
I arrived to Donner Pass Road a little later and joined with ducts, criticism, Dayglow and a new walker called Hats on Our Way to Donner Ski Ranch, a slope of skiing that in the summer offers a free beer of 40 Oz to the pc hikers. Dordash was already there and I spent a few hours charging electronics and hanging out to overcome heat. Other hikers came and came during this time and felt strangely as a party. One of the hikers mentioned Truckee on Thursday, a street fair with food trucks, and suddenly that became my goal, so I packed and left there, the promise that food trucks advanced me.
The gang is directed to the city in search of free beer.
I walked the last miles a little drunk, but kept high speed. At the end of my bustle I cross 6 traffic lanes and took a trip of a local name John to the city below. Truckee’s Thursday was very nice as promised and enjoyed a bowl of pork and cherry ice. However, I arrived late, so I had not had long before everything ended. Fortunately, a nearby shelter had space and only while unpacious there, I realized that I had not leaked water all day, depending on yesterday’s water and the water of the tap of the ski shelter.
Day 102: Finally the bad blisters arrive
It is difficult to adequately convey how incredible my Benedict Breakfast crab cake eggs. Weeks of oatmeal breakfasts and little inspiring food for almost all meals make any new ingredient or flavor exciting. Even good food becomes incredible when you have been eating granola, cecina, mixing of trails and ramen for months. A genuinely excellent breakfast like the one I had here was elevated to a transcendent experience. There were also two other hikers in the restaurant and we talked a little before the food arrived.
The transcendent experience mentioned above.
I did the tasks of my city with a hiker of the Sobo section (south) that I met in the shelter, exchanging information on the path. I also sent some food to Sierra City and made another attempt to get rid of my ice ax, but, unfortunately, the post office had no boxes that could adapt. Leaving Truckee proved to be more difficult that he was hooked too and after 45 minutes I gave up and paid a trip to the road.
The fields of the hill, some still with snow, formed a decent portion of the land of this stretch.
The walk itself was not remarkable. More snow on the ground, but most of the path and not in it. I reached 7 miles to walk and camped near a stream and discovered that the place of discomfort in my heel was actually a massive ampoule formation. My heel was a especially bad place for a blister, as I would make every step even more painful and interrupt my natural step. He had avoided having to make blisters so far, but he probably had to leave.
Good for you, little spring. Do not be afraid to show the world who you are, even if that means that you do not fit the rest of the springs around you.
Day 103:
Snowbank Spring was my first stop in the morning, since I had dried the night before. The water here knows very well and I suspect that it is something that I will miss once I return to the front country. I had lunch and gave me a nap at Meadow Lake Road, then I continued my climbs and descend on ridges and through the forests. It was a simple hiking day, pushing my body and my mind with the sole purpose of putting one foot in front of the other. My only observation was that today there were many carpenter birds.
The author walks through the mountain forest.
I camped in Mule’s Ear Creek, I met his fellow walkers Sweet Roll and Oreo, and went out during dinner. In fact, I went to bed a little late due to the socialization that is atypical of this walk, but a very pleasant change of the nights alone.
Surely I would like to be there in a beautiful fresh lake and not here on a hot and exposed crest.
Path Statistics:
Cathols: 36
It stops to filter water: 163
Results: 17
Hitches: 21
Ceros: 15
Crys on the path: 15
Ampoules: 15
Gear repairs: 19
Miles jumped: 212.3
Significant water crosses: 101
Falls: 3
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