cyberhobo

We eagerly gobble all our food and drink all our water, anticipating a store at Red’s Meadow. We find a very closed store, and a bunch of carpenters trying to get a fish hook out of a kid’s arm. On their way to the hospital we scam a ride into Mammoth Lakes, then back again.…

Another pass, Silver Pass, I hiked over but never saw. My sunglasses disappeared during a creek ford, leaving me seriously worried about snow blindness. I hiked over the pass in Pete’s footsteps, peeking through squinted eyes. The day is full of emotion: our laughter echoes far below us during a thrilling glacade, we are both…

After the hellish snow on Muir Pass, we are dreading Seldon Pass. But it turns out to be fun, we don’t even change out of our running shoes. Next we start to dread the crossing of Bear Creek, which I’ve heard frightening tales about. But we avoid the ford by going cross-country higher up. We’re…

Pete is not in the mood for snow today. I love this terrain, and maintain some enthusiasm for us up Muir Pass. On the other side, though, my force runs out. The snow becomes a patient assailant bent on slowly, unstoppably driving us mad. There is nothing but whiteness around us, no sound but the…