This is our first night's camp, and it's the only photograph I have of the first day. Here are some possible reasons why Shepherd Pass left me too haggard to fish my camera out of my backpack:
1) I am out of shape.
2) I spent too much time at sea level this spring.
3) Shepherd Pass has nearly 7,000 feet of elevation gain. For a point of reference, Mount Whitney, the tallest summit in the contiguous United States, has only about 6,100 feet of elevation gain from the trailhead.
4) My hiking companions were rangy East slopers who casually discuss 50-mile day hikes and try to do crazy things like break the speed record on the John Muir Trail.
1) I am out of shape.
2) I spent too much time at sea level this spring.
3) Shepherd Pass has nearly 7,000 feet of elevation gain. For a point of reference, Mount Whitney, the tallest summit in the contiguous United States, has only about 6,100 feet of elevation gain from the trailhead.
4) My hiking companions were rangy East slopers who casually discuss 50-mile day hikes and try to do crazy things like break the speed record on the John Muir Trail.
Jen looks for a route down the north side of Harrison Pass. In a sun dress.
Our best option turns out to be the snowy chute in the foreground.
Our best option turns out to be the snowy chute in the foreground.
Just another whack day in California.
Stone cold marmoting on a Tuesday afternoon. Lazy marmots are the best marmots.
Overexposed metaphotography on the north shore of East Lake. After seeing K. Smith and Jen enjoy constant protection from the hammering High Sierra sun, I am considering adding the parasol to my ever-expanding list of goofy-looking but functional recreational gear. I am a little concerned that if I get overzealous with the zinc oxide the overall effect will be Hiking Geisha.
The view from Kearsarge Pass.
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