Miles walked: 18.8
The zipper on the mesh part of my tent had been giving me some trouble for a couple weeks. After getting up to go to the bathroom at 4:45 am, it failed completely. This is always nice when you are deep in mosquito country. Since there’s no cell service out here, I asked Sleeping Beauty to help me by contacting my wife when she finishes the JMT on Sunday. Hopefully I can get a new tent soon.
In the morning we left camp at 6:30 am and hiked nine miles to the Tuolumne Meadows Post Office which is on a main road in Yosemite National Park. The morning was frigid and we hiked quickly past grazing deer and a beautiful meadow. The trail was quite muddy and in one particular section I attempted to jump a mud puddle and slipped on the landing. I ended flat on my back in the mud, sort of like the character Vinny in the movie My Cousin Vinny.
|Tuolumme Meadows Post Office (and Grill?)|
|Nothing like Chili Cheese Frito's and Beer|
|Hiker Trash Mode|
|Drying Panties and Socks|
We chilled in the sun by the road looking like homeless people. After a few hours, we finally extracted ourselves from society again. We hiked a half mile or so together until we got to the JMT/PCT split. We hugged Sleeping Beauty, said goodbye and wished her the best on her last day on the JMT. I then watched as my friend hiked away. I’m really going to miss her. She has been my best friend over the past two years, and I hope our argument from a few days ago doesn’t kill that.
|Sleeping Beatuy on JMT|
Ziploc and I still had over 1700 miles left in our journey, so we decided to keep moving. We hiked for about another half a mile and while walking on perfectly flat ground, I again sprained my right ankle. It’s about the hundredth time I’ve done this so it’s not new for me to hike along slowly in significant pain for hours or sometimes a couple days. Let me clarify, it may not be new, but it still hurts and it still sucks. Ziploc hiked on ahead while I crutched along with my trekking poles grimacing in pain with each step. I took a couple Ibuprofen and a pain killer and within forty minutes, I was moving at an acceptable pace again.
I hobbled down a rocky trail towards a intense sounding waterfall. It was the Tuolumne Falls and they did not disappoint. It was spectacular! Little rainbows appeared in the misty spray in the breeze. I found Ziploc waiting for me there too.
We setup camp and as fate would have it, I broke a tent pole while setting up my already broken tent. Ziploc helped me repair it enough that I could get it to work, but now my need for a new tent is even higher.
Ziploc and I decided tonight while eating dinner that we would not take a zero day until we get to South Lake Tahoe in about 140 more miles. Assuming my body doesn’t come apart at the seams like my tent is doing, this would mean we will have hiked the entire Sierra section of the PCT without a zero day. Some say that’s crazy. I might be one of them saying that too, but at this point it sort of makes sense to just go for it.
(editor comment: This photo was in the set of pictures Adam set, without any description about it.
However, it is a creek named after a special person.
I put in here to let he know she has a creek named after her.)
Nope, it didn't kill anything. Arguments can happen in intense situations and when people are (literally) starving. I might have been more than I little hangry that morning...but we've had too many awesome adventures for one argument to affect things so much. I miss you and Ziploc both, and am so glad I get to continue to follow your adventure through your blog! Also, I'll work on the Oregon pizza bear for you ;)ReplyDelete
Is this Kate, or Sleeping Beauty as know on the JMT/PCT?Delete