Heading North again.
Blaze leaves us to hike with friends from Kearsarge Pass South to Horshoe Meadow. I want to continue on from the same point I got off the trail, so Backtrack and I hitch our way back to Horshoe. We plan to meet in the middle to hike up Whitney.
We feel refreshed from our sojourn into lower elevations. Into high country again. Stunned, again.
There are people in these mountains. After weeks of seeing hardly a soul, it is a strange sight to happen upon so many other backpackers.
On the third day out I catch Blaze halfway up Whitney. It is an incredible hike. I keep turning around to admire the lakes below, and the rock formations, and the other mountains.
Finally to the top. Every step of the way amazing. We celebrate with jelly bellies and a little jim beam. (summit treats are important).
There is a marmot that lives on top of Mt Whitney. We figured he must be the wisest of them all. But he would only share his wisdom if you shared your food (or crumbs). Being thru hikers, we share neither, so we became no wiser.
Although no wiser, the way down was just as incredible as the way up.
Worth the 17 mile side trip.
We part ways in the morning. Leaving instructions with Blaze to get our resupply boxes and some subway sandwiches. Two more days til we meet at Onion Valley.
We dream of Subway the whole time.
We even hike a 17 mile day that includes Forrester Pass (over 13,000′) and Kearsarge Pass (over 11,000′) to get to our rendesvous for Subway.
We want real food.
There is none.
Our big day ends with arriving at dark in Onion Valley, finding no Blaze, no note, no Subway, and sleeping on a flat patch of dirt between a bear box and parked cars feeling sorry for ourselves.
Nothing to do but wait under a shade tree the next day. We watch cars, people packing packs, meet some folks who built five miles of the PCT who are on a reunion trip 40 years later to see it, hang out with the camp host, watch some rain clouds roll in.
It is a very full day.
When a car rolls up at one, and Blaze gets out arms full of sandwiches, there is much rejoicing.
There is feasting.
And then, there is rain watching from under our big shade tree.