Ari is really not feeling well so Matt and I once again head off ourselves. The day is mostly uneventful. We pass many breathtaking vantage points as we climb up and down dusty desert mountains. We hike a big day and end by a water spring. We set up some rocks to point Ari to our campsite.
Matt and I continue forward with Kennedy Meadows South in our sights. The entrance to the Sierra is so close we can taste it. We reach the general store around 11:30 and decide to take a nice long break.
I collect all the gear I had shipped from San Diego and try to pack it away. It is tricky but I manage to finesse my bear can and the rest of my gear snuggly into my pack. I manage to break the ice axe loop on my bag and end up just sliding into the back mesh pocket and holding it in place with some webbing straps. The general store has a large patio and about 25+ hikers lounging about. I eat two large burgers and split a six pack of beers with Matt. Matt gets a text from Ari saying that she turned back to Walker Pass to go town to seek medical attention!
At about 17:00 we decide to get off our butts and continue the hike. We do about 10 miles(16 km) to arrive at nice camp spot. As I am unpacking, my DEET bottle leaks everywhere. My passport, trail notes, battery bank, charger, swiss army knife, head net and sleeping pad all get coated in DEET. The sun sets as I frantically try to wipe everything down. During the night the DEET has a detrimental effect on my sleeping pad as it continuously deflates through a section of thinned out plastic.
Without much good sleep myself, Matt and I head off for a planned 33 mile(53 km) day. We do over 7000 feet(2133 m) of climbing and begin to run into large swathes of snow in the afternoon. Water becomes abundant and we no longer need to carry so much. In fact I had left two water bottles behind at Kennedy and now only had 2L capacity.
My pace slows down substantially near the end of the day but we reach our goal in the evening. I join another group of nearby hikers at a campfire to warm myself up. Before sleeping I try to patch my pad with some tape that Matt lends me. It barely works and I resort to waking up every hour to re-inflate the pad underneath me.
Today marks the last day with Matt. I plan on doing a side trip to climb Mount Whitney but Matt has already done it so he will just continue forward on the PCT. The snow starts becoming a constant obstacle and takes the energy out of our stride. We manage to do 24 miles(39 km) to the Whitney junction. After a short goodbye I jog off to catch up with two other hikers.
To reach the camp spot before Whitney I come across my first river crossing. There are about six other hikers and they try to find a good spot to cross. They take off their shoes to cross which is like breaking rule number one of river crossing. I cross behind them easily with water coming up to my knees.
At camp I join Oliver from Seattle and The Kid from Texas. We decide to team up for the Mount Whitney ascent later that night.
With an alarm set, the three of us wake up at midnight. The goal is to be at the top of Whitney for the sunrise. Headlamps on, we head out and immediately have to cross a river ensuring our feet are freezing cold for the whole ascent.
In the pitch dark we make our way towards Guitar Lake, often seeing other hiker's headlamps off in the distance. We make the mistake of following another group to an impassable section. From that point I just take the lead and follow some boot-pack up a steep snow climb. We all made good use of our micro-spikes and ice axes. After what seemed to be ages of climbing up snow we began to hit some of the switchbacks on the mountain's face. I began to pick up speed and left my two companions behind which allowed me to be the first person to summit!
I arrived at 04:20 and was met with darkness plus a bone-biting wind. As other hikers began to arrive I realized my mistake of not bringing my sleeping bag to cuddle inside as I waited. I put on as many layers as I could and resorted to doing a small standing dance for the next hour to stay warm. At around 05:30 the sun rose and it was well worth it. This is the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States at 14505 feet(4421 m)!
On the descent we realized what a silly route up we had taken in the dark. There were switchbacks and exposed trail sections we completely failed to see. Arriving back at the same camp spot as last night we take a midday siesta to recuperate. The local ranger comes over to chat to us and check our permits. He warns us of the swollen rivers that we will find as we continue to enter the high Sierra.
We continue back to the PCT and on for some miles in the early afternoon. We come face to face with three such rivers on our way to our camp spot. There is another hiker, Justin, at second river who is waiting for hikers so he can cross safely. I decide to cross by butt scooting across a wet log over the river. The others decide that's too risky and cross upstream while holding on to some vegetation. Justin asks us to wait for him at the next crossing.
Before the next river we pass a couple going the opposite way. They say the river was too hard for them so they were turning back and getting out. They had tried the day prior with no success and even camped at night to try in the early morning. Arriving at Tyndall Creek in the evening was a sight to behold. The waterway was swollen with snow melt and it was raging down. I took off my pack to test a crossing and it seemed okay. Pack on I tried again and almost was washed away near the end, the only part I had not checked. On my tippy toes with water well above my waist and leaning forward I had to make a short hop to the edge to grab onto some shrubs and pull myself to the shore. Justin and my two other companions watched with eyes wide open. They decided to follow and I provided an anchor point to yank them in as they came across. The other guys had a better go of it by walking up a few more steps in the middle of the river. Once we were all on the other side not much was said as we each processed the danger we had just over come.
Thankfully the camp spot was just half a mile away from where we decide to cross. We didn't have much sun left in the day to dry ourselves out so I had wet shoes and socks to look forward to in the morning. We were setup under 4 miles(6.4 km) to Forester Pass which would would try and climb before the sun peaked over the mountains.
When I woke my shoes were frozen solid and I couldn't open them to put my feet in! Waking up in the dark at 04:00 we packed our gear up and hit the trail at 04:30. Progress was slow and we continually lost the boot pack. The trail was completely covered by snow and the footprints of previous hikers were scattered at best. Eventually the sky became brighter and as we ditched our headlamps we began to approach the pass as a steadier pace.
Coming up to Forester Pass was breathtaking. It was a shear dam of snow and rock blocking our forward progress. With ice axes out we followed boot-pack straight up a wall of snow and ice to join a little patch of exposed switchbacks near the top. Crossing the main chute with nice deep snowy footholds and then summiting was an amazing feeling of achievement. We had conquered the first mountain pass of the Sierra. Also worth mentioning is that this pass was the highest point on the entire PCT at 13153 feet (4009 m) providing an entrance barrier between between Sequoia National Park and Kings Canyon National Park.
We took a short snack break at the pass and then began the long snowy descent. We found some steep glissades and took them slowly with our ice axes out. Continuing to hike we eventually descended below the snow line and found a good camp spot. It was only the early afternoon but we settled in for the day. Once again we were set up up for the next pass tomorrow which would be Kearsarge.
Getting us on schedule, we awoke again at 04:00 to hit the trail at 04:30. Taking the Bullfrog Lake path we made our way to Kearsarge Pass. Everything was snow covered and we were beginning to become more confident getting across the endless sun cups. Coming to the top of pass we could see all the way down into the valley where the next resupply towns lay. It seemed like a different world, tan brown and flat. Hiking down the other side of the pass was beautiful as we weaved down through trees and past un-frozen lakes.
We exited at a campground but we were still over 15 miles(24 km) and 9200 feet(2804 m) away from the main highway that we would hitch from. While waiting with Oliver and The Kid another American hiker came down as well as a Polish couple. We sat and hoped for a ride when finally a man drove by with a huge converted van that could fit all of us inside. He drove us down to Independence and then we tried to hitch to Lone Pine. There was a supposed buffet-pizza place that we wanted to go to.
Eventually a local leaving a gas station gave us a ride in his pick-up truck. Upon arrival at Lone Pine and the subsequent access to WiFi, we discovered the buffet-pizza place no longer existed. We opted for McDonald's instead and I ate six McDoubles while we charged phones and debated our next move. Matt emailed saying that he had bailed from the Sierra. After crossing Tyndall Creek solo he decided instead to jump forward up to Sonora Pass. This caused the three of us to worry about whether or not we should risk continuing forward ourselves. After about an hour of discussing we all agreed to re-enter the Sierra to give it our best shot and to turn around the moment we felt in danger.
With renewed morale we started our town errands. I went to the gear store to buy patches for my sleeping pad as it was still deflating every 30 minutes during the night time. I also threw away my water filter and opted for a Sawyer Squeeze inline on my water bottle, being inspired by both Matt's and Ari's setup. The grocery store was next with slightly inflated prices but a good selection.
The hitch back out was tough. We waited along the single two-lane highway for about 40 minutes until finally an older gentleman picked us up. He was actually a PCTA volunteer who worked at Red's Meadow which was to be our next resupply point six days from today. Back at Independence we had another tough time trying to get a hitch up the mountain. After about an hour of waiting, Oliver and The Kid managed to chat up a local taking his dog for a walk and convinced him to drive us up.
Upon arrival we hiked back up the mountain and camped right beside the lake. At camp I had an unfortunate incident where my hand sanitizer bottle leaked over all my hygiene gear... The wind blew all night and I experienced my only cold night on trail.
From the lake we climbed back out and over Kearsarge Pass with only a few miles to get to Glen Pass. The approach was 100% snow covered and non-technical. It took us awhile but we reached the top without too much effort. The descent was another story...it was very steep and slick as it sat in the morning sun. There were many footprints dug into the snow to follow but almost all had been slid through, providing unstable footholds. I fell three different times with one of them prompting a semi-self-arrest with my ice axe.
Once again we descended below the snow line and our pace picked up. There were a number of river crossing but none provide much resistance. Thankfully we were able to take advantage of some logs to cross and we reached all rivers early in the day. Once again we camped in the early afternoon, set up a few miles before tomorrow's Pinchot Pass.
Pinchot Pass was another easy pass, just a very long approach and sustained climb. During midday we took a detour to avoid a double crossing of dangerous river. Setting up camp around the early afternoon we planned to tackle Mather Pass tomorrow morning. I was a little nervous about Mather due to comments from other hikers mentioning avalanches and tough technical rock scrambles. Also Clax had warned us at Casa De Luna that Mather was the toughest pass last year on the PCT. I slept uneasy with night terrors of falling down the face of the mountain.
As we approached Mather at dawn it seemed very reminiscent of Forester Pass. Taking advice from some hikers camped near the base of the mountains, we decided to take a path along the left face despite the PCT going on the right. First there was a vertical climb on snow which had me using steps cut into the ice wall. Despite the verticality, it was quite easy with the ice axe handy. After climbing straight up we came to an exposed rock section which we traversed without any trouble. This was followed with another vertical snow scramble then a few exposed actual switchbacks. Finally it topped out with a shallow snow ascent to the top. All in all I never once felt scared and actually preferred the technical climb versus the boring and long climbs of Glen and Pinchot.
From the top of the pass we dropped in a gorgeous forest valley and trekked on to complete a 20+ mile(32 km) day. We camped very early again and were set up up for Muir Pass tomorrow.
I woke up grumpy having spent the night on a rocky patch. My pad was completely useless and deflating every 20 minutes. Getting my mind focused we took off to conquer Muir Pass. This is by far the longest approach of all the passes with uncountable sun cups slowing our progress. At one point I get confused at which way to go and end up having to make a vertical rock descent detour to rejoin the main boot pack. After trudging for hours we finally reach the top of Muir which has a nice little stone hut to hide away in.
The descent from Muir involved 7+ miles(11 km) of snow until we finally escaped. The stonework of the trail down into a lush valley was astonishing. Definitely the nicest section of trail so far. The other big challenge for the day was Evolution Creek. This creek has claimed lives in the past but there was an alternate that could be taken to avoid the real danger. The alternate was in a boggy marsh but otherwise easy to cross.
The rest of our afternoon was spent below the snow line surrounded by trees and other vegetation. We completed a total of 27 miles(43.5 km) to camp and prep for Selden Pass tomorrow.
With Mather Pass behind us there were no other passes to really worry about. Selden Pass was summited easily and in the early morning, only needing micro-spikes near the very top. We made excellent progress to reach the real hazard of the day, Bear Creek.
Another deadly river, this one had no alternate so the three of us had to figure out a good crossing. Even reaching the river before 10:00 it was raging and deep. I found a section where a completely submerged log almost connected out to another semi-submerged log to form a sort of bridge. I made the attempt and was quickly caught out. Half way through I became entangled in sharp branches and vegetation. I kept moving forward again having to make a lunge to get to the second tree and holding on to strained, wet branches. My feet and legs went numb as I yanked myself with my arms across the second tree an onto the other bank of the river. The water had reached my chest and my pack was quite wet as well. With no feeling in my feet I had no time to recover from the crossing but instead began pacing around to keep blood flowing.
Oliver and The Kid learned from my mistakes and did not cross at the same spot. Instead they went back upstream and used a two-person crossing technique to cross in an elegant fashion. The rest of the morning had me following them very far behind shivering, walking on the concrete blocks that were my feet. Thankfully the sun rose an hour later and I was promptly revived, also able to dry out all my gear very quickly.
There was another big river to cross that day, Mono Creek, but thankfully it was a simple matter of finding the log crossing which kept us high and dry. The rest of the day from that point unfolded uneventfully as we hiked forward to a camp spot that was close to Silver Pass.
Silver Pass was another easy summit with a slightly interesting descent littered with glissades. The day had no major river crossing. We did have to cross a frozen lake and one section of deep but calm snow-melt water. Other than being freezing cold it wasn't really an issue. The snow did follow us all day though even well below 9000 feet(2743 m). Camping in the evening we were ready to reach Red's Meadow for resupply tomorrow.
Reaching Red's Meadow before 08:00 was not an issue but there were other complications. There is no good resupply at the resort so we wanted to go to Mammoth Lakes. A shuttle is supposed to run...but we arrived a day before it would be operational for the year. We went around the resort begging for a hitch.
In a stroke of luck, a civilian managed to sneak by the road blockade and offered to give us a hitch out as well. In Mammoth Lakes I am introduced to Grocery Outlet. The prices are really cheap and things are mostly sold in bulk which really worked well for us hikers. I bought a ton of food, aiming at around 4000+ calories per day.
The Kid really wanted to do laundry so Oliver and I decide to stick around to wait for him. My main priority was throwing away my inflatable sleeping pad and buying a new one, which ended up being the Nemo Switchback Short. Walking around to kill time I was surprised to come across Ari. She seemed to have been doing better and we chatted very briefly before I went off to eat lunch. I devoured a 12" pizza in less than seven minutes and was left with a bad stomachache.
Allowing myself to digest, about two hours later The Kid, Oliver, and I finally wrapped up our town stay. We started our way back to trail but this time we weren't so lucky on the hitch. We ended up walking about half of the way back to Red's Meadow. Thankfully a forest service worker gave us a ride in his van for the last bit. From there we walked 3 miles(4.8 km) to camp for the night.
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