Naturally I woke up at 4:30 and moved on and packed. I stayed for a while, socializing with the other hikers while they woke up and prepared for the day, but finally I got tired of postponing and moved.
Nohawk, my trail Namer and me.
The ascent was quite without incident. I ran out of water a little faster than expected and filled in Fox Mill Spring. I saw evidence of what could be an old mining claim. I photographed some bees sleeping in the flower of a thistle plant. Nothing really stood out until I cried the upper part and suddenly stopped me in my first real look at the mountains.
There they are, my future is coming in front of me.
I went downhill for approximately 2 miles before stopping for the brunch and a break that later became a nap. I continued to Manter Creek and met with Magic, Helicopter and Pisa. I considered camping right there, but the day was hot and the river 4 miles was tempted to swim, so I went ahead. Mission, Big Bill and Airbender appeared when I left.
A very wide lizard.
I walked less than a quarter of a mile before surprising a rattlesnake that is raised, surprising and getting stumbling along the way. We looked at each other for a long minute before he slide into a nearby bush. I found 2 more snakes on the road to the river, fortunately both Gopher snakes. Pisa, randomly had climbing shoes hanging from her backpack from a side trip, stopped to climb a tempting rock and stayed to make sure she didn’t fall and die. He did not.
A very angry snake. However, there are no rattles!
I spent a single swimming place, but I went ahead, without realizing that it was the only good location. Oh, well, the shadows were becoming long anyway and the temperature was already falling. I camped with magic, great ticket and Airbender and I had a good dinner meeting place, except the discovery that there were mice wandering through the camp in the dark.
Day 57: Nebrero
I woke up the understanding that it was a older year. Big Bill and Airbender had furtively made a «32» with sticks next to my store at some time at night. However, I did not take much to appreciate it, since Kennedy Meadows and the possibility of a bizarre breakfast called me with my fingers. It was 7:30 when I left and breakfast ended at 9; Hiker Math calculated that if he moved at 3 miles per hour per 4 miles, he would do it at 8:50, in time to get those pancakes. That is a fast rhythm, but at a relatively limited distance, so I did.
I paused during the 10 seconds necessary to make my mandatory selfie with the 700 mile score.
I reached those 4 miles in the ass, pushing to keep the rhythm up and jog down the descents. When I entered the parking lot of the general store, someone in the courtyard furiously touched a cowbell and all the others cheered, a celebration provided to all hikers who managed to get so far. The experience was strangely intense for me. The emotion of my birthday, the emotion of hurrying the 4 miles, the cheers and the anticipation of the pancakes are combined in a feeling of intense joy. When was the last time I felt so happy and satisfied?
I did it on time for the pancakes.
Pancakes! Not in the photo (because they were under the pancake): hash brown, eggs and sausages.
I configured the camp and made brief circuits of the two -foot adventure trailers and the triple crown outfitters store. I bought an ice ax, new trekking post tips when mine broke, and also a new inflatable sleep pad. The foam pad on its own had been making some very uncomfortable nights and knew it would be colder in the mountains. I returned to the general store to lunch and greeted many hikers that I had not seen in months. I finished weaving the second pair of socks too!
The second pair of socks, made with the thread I bought in Big Bear.
The rest of the day was simply relaxing. I fixed a rip in the long Johns of Magic, I called my mother, I kept the huge multitude of hikers who congregate here. At dinner time, Airbender and Big Bill attacked candles in fried pickles and sang a happy birthday.
We could not light the candles, and the heat of the pickles melted the wax. It didn’t matter.
I felt very grateful to be here.
Day 58: Clown car representatives
The pancake breakfast was so pleasant that I had it again. I met Sister Blister, another Trek blogger, while we ate and compared experiences. I jumped on the ferry then to Grumpy’s to collect my can and microspikes. The trip there was such a full hiker called hardcore and ended up riding in the trunk.
However, it makes some quite funny selfies. Integers Lotta hikers in this little car.
I replaced my Trekking post tips after returning and tried to pack all my food on my bear can. Not everything fit, so I had to give some meals of hikers. Then I shower, I washed my clothes, MacGyvered an accessory point of the Polaina on Airbender’s shoes, and planned the next section with my friends.
Scienting How to add a Guy line cable loop to Airbender shoes. Photo courtesy of Big Bill.
People began to drink when night fell and the atmosphere became more silly. I painted my nails (bad), I sang and joked. However, I was not awake too late, I wanted to leave quite early to be able to walk towards the bridge with the swallows.
The Kennedy Meadows cat lives a good life, although it is too willing to steal people’s food.
Path Statistics:
- Cathols: 17
- It stops to filter water: 55
- Results: 10
- Hitches: 11
- Ceros: 11
- Crys on the path: 7
- Ampoules: 8
- Gear repairs: 9
- Miles jumped: 212.3
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