Thursday, May 27, 2010
The late start that day and the conditions placed us on the west ridges as the sun was setting and the snow was refreezing. We camped below a saddle as a snow storm moved in that night and the cold wind of needles bit through my clothes.
The high sierra are the subject of my dreams, not just in the context of this trail but the pull of the bigger mountains is unmistakable. For now we walk, this is our journey.
Agua Dulce, Ca