May 20
At this point we are lookin good. A month of walking goes a long way towards cultivating a look. Doing a few 1,2,3 thousand-foot ridge hops will refine the style, enhancing those small but important details. We are kings wherever we tread. When night falls we reign over 37 empty campsites, cooking mashed potates over a fire.
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May 21
I tell myself we are here to walk. We should appreciate all aspects of the trail. Monotonous sections are an opportunity for meditation. But the endless ridge contours of the morning nearly drive us mad. We're thinking ahead, hoping to reach Kennedy Meadows to make a call for a ride into Ridgecrest by nightfall. We finally reach a view of the spectacular domelands, but each mile gets longer. We show up very tired at dark in Kennedy Meadows, walk a mile to learn there are no phones there. A couple more miles and some good fortune bring us to the Grumpy Bear restaurant, and eventually "down the hill" to a phone. Our first shower since April 15 occurs late at night, back in the desert at Pete's mom's house.
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May 28
While people fled towns and cities over Memorial Day weekend, Pete & I sat at his mom's eating like pigs and watching TV. Something in my hip seized up, I could barely walk over the weekend. Now, back on the trail, I'm hoping it goes away. The first miles are not easy, but they are beautiful. We're beginning a mountainous adventure unlike anything we've done before. We spend the night above 10,000 feet on Olancha Peak.
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