I've been throwing down the miles while neglecting to update this journal. My only excuse being the lack of internet access these last 500 miles. Well, that's not entirely true — I suppose I've had opportunities to write in towns, but I was more concerned with filling up with burgers and beer.
I thought this was a beautiful stretch at the time, this was before I entered the high sierras. It was hot. It was exposed. It was dry. I was lugging around two 3L dromedaries and two 1L plastic water bottles.
Before taking off from town I would read the most recent water report and mark on my maps where I could refill and how many litres I needed to get me to the next source.
Pollution from the Inland Empire made for some really epic sunsets.
I walked until I dropped the night before this misty morning. I kept going thinking that i would find an epic sunset spot to set up my tent. To no avail, I eventually I ran out of sun and just threw down my bag right in the middle of the trail. I woke that morning as Raging Bitch flew over me at 6AM.
Each entry in this journal encompasses photos from a 100 mile stretch.
Traipsing through some trees wearing my beloved "Bigfoot Country" hat.
" I think Bigfoot is blurry, that's the problem. It's not the photographer's fault. Bigfoot is blurry, and that's extra scary to me..." - Mitch Hedberg
I look at this and all I can see is armpit sweat. Also, note my dope ass Nike Lunar Flyknit 2's — those nifty little shoes kept my feets cool and dry. Their bright colors probably also scared away all the rattlesnakes.
Blue and beige.
When I arrived at Walker Pass I really wanted a burger so I stuck out my thumb. No luck. I've since given up on the sport. My beard probably didn't help.
More mountains and more snakes.
Seeing this chunk of granite jutting out in the distance was just a teaser of the Sierras to come.
My favourite time of day to hike, dusk.
After this long dry section I was ecstatic to find flowing water.