We crowded in with a bunch of JMT’ers last night.   Most were milling around when I got up at 6:30.   I ate something, collapsed my tent, packed and got on the trail a little after 7 with Soho.   The rest of them were still in various states of getting ready.   

The trail was super easy today.   I felt like I was back in Oregon.   Gradual descents and ascents.   Wide trail.  I was able to motor on this one.    Of course fast trail usually means crappy pics, so here are some of the highway. 

Rolled into Red’s meadow in time for lunch.   Got my milkshake with some extra whip cream.   Hell ya.  

Soho needs to get a package from the post office in mammoth and it will not be open by the time we get to our scheduled Mammoth stop at Toulome Meadows.   So we came up with a hybid plan.   He will take the bus in early and get his package.   I’ll hike to Agnew Meadows and catch a later bus.   We’ll stay at my condo there, then get on the trail from Agnew. 

Met a few hikers we knew at Reds meadow.   I was in a hurry so I just handed my business card to one of them and told them to give me a call if they wanted to stay in town for the night.   Poor JMT’ers.  One gal thought I was creeping on them.   They just don’t understand…yet.   Never turn down an act of kindness on the trail.   Anyway, they didn’t call so whatever.

I’m very anal about walking every inch of the PCT.   Soho doesn’t seem to care about what he skips.   To each his own I suppose.   Anyway, I jammed to Agnew.

I like all the easy crossings for the touristy folks.   Much easier than rock hopping and balancing on logs in the mud.  

Got to the bus stop at 4:30 and laid on the ground until it showed up at 5.    

 Did 21 miles today.   This is a pace I can fee happy about!

 

The VVR folks have this system down.   The ferry leaves after breakfast.   So they make another $20/head off folks milling around eating and chatting.   I settled my tab for a whopping $260.   Honey buns, showers, steak dinners, beers all add up.

I checked out the remnants of last nights party around the fire pit.   There was an empty scotch bottle laying next to the pit, empty and half empty beer bottles scattered around.   All the evidence points to a bunch of hung-over hikers walking around this morning.

The horn sounded and everyone rushed out to the beach to board the High Sierra assault craft.  

A few folks looked a little green from last nights party, but most seemed to be in high spirits.   Unfortunately our captain spent 15 minutes circling around looking at some bird nest in the trees and two big birds flying around.   Never figured out what they were.   I oooh’d and aaah’d with everyone else, but frankly I just wanted to get on the trail.   Once we landed I strapped and took off.

Today is going to be a miserable climb from ~8k to 10.7k over 6 miles.   I had not even finished the 1 mile route from the ferry landing before it started raining.    Put on the rain jacket, pack cover, and kept moving.  

While climbing in the rain, I met several groups of JMT’ers coming down.   They were in various states of dress.   One had a trash bag on, which I admired.   Another father, mother, daughter combo had  three had gigantic, hooded, neon onezies on over their clothes and packs.   They looked like telatubbies.   I mentioned it to the Dad had he laughed.  Said he got a great deal on the rain suits.   His kid looked devastated.   I should have got a pic. 

Rain cleared out after a few hours and I hung the gear on my pack to dry.   The climb was relentless. 

I liked this little waterfall.   Took a pic mid crossing. 

The pass is up here somewhere. 

FInally made it to the top around 3.   I suppose this rates as a nice view. 

The route down had some rock scramble to it, then it smoothed out. 

Lower down there was bridge crossing over fish creek.   I took a small Video

Although I don’t get credit for another pass, trail turned into another 2k climb to get to Virginia lake at about 10.5k.   Nice lake.

Before descending to Purple Lake, I got my first look at the smoke from Yosemite.   

I arrived at sundown at the campsite.   Soho was already setup….he loves those climbs.   I’m exhausted and a little irritable.   It was a long day with almost 5k of climbing for a measly 15 miles.   Getting sick of this pass shit.  When do I get some flat ground? 

 

  

 

  

The morning started off with breakfast.   Papa Bear hung out with us before the 9AM ferry.   Turns out he has been zeroed at VVR for the last 5 days.   He just likes the place.   If we were staying he was going to do yet another day.    Soho insisted his package would arrive in time….turns out it didn’t.

I got a bit of Papa Bear’s story.   He has 2 kids and a bunch of grandkids.   Somewhere along the way, Papa Bear retired, bought and RV, loaded up his dirt bike, and began roaming the Earth.   Last year he and his RV was apparently parked in Thousand Oaks (my home town) in his niece’s driveway.    He pops on and off the grid for months at a time.   One of his kids asked when they should be worried about Grandpa.   Papa Bear told them to wait 1 month before getting concerned.   What a character.

While waiting for the mail run, I spent most of the day talking to various JMT’ers.   Met this retired physician named Larry who gave me the 411 on the Camino De Santiago.   It will be perfect for Alice. 

One of the JMT’ers is a dude named Zach.   He is hiking with a couple of his friends.   Zach is a consultant in the tech space with a focus on marketing and sales.   Really bright guy.   We had a long discussion about the state of media and how all the choice tend to reinforce individual biases.    Overlayed with that are orgs like facebook that splice in their own business agendas with content delivery.    It is a brave new world.   Hope the millenials come up with some new ideas.   20 more years of seeing cat pictures, myopic political arguments, and conspiracy theories will drive me to an early grave.

Zach offered to let Soho and me shake down his pack to save weight.   Zach was good natured about it, so it made it fun.  The big discovery was a brick of moleskin.    We suggested keeping one strip and big roll of duct tape.  Probably ID’d 2 or 3 pounds that could go.   Hopefully Zach will toss his boots soon and get some trail runners.    

I spent a little time updating my notes recent hiking days while watching the group dynamics of the young JMT folks on the picnic table next to me.   It was like watching PCT’ers after the first couple weeks.   Pretty soon trail names were getting thrown around.   One gal got the name Small Doses which was a stroke of genius, imho.  Another already had the name Luna which seemed to fit.   Zach got “Barn Mitzvah” after his cowboy themed bar mitzvah.   Not sure about that one, but it bugged him so it got a lot of play.   Mark, one of Zach’s friends got “Stubbs”.   Seemed to fit. 

Luna was hiking with a dude named Nathan from Austin who was full for randomness.   He decided to wash dishes that night for a free meal and was debating whether to stay for a couple weeks to work for some cash.   Fun times.   That night we played some game called Cards against Humanity.   It was fun, but honestly this group could not be offended by anything in the deck so it got a little dull at the end.  

Oh, back to Soho’s stupid resupply box.   Well I was in the store around 1:30 buying yet another snack.   The gal behind the counter takes a call from the guy driving the mail pickup van up the hill.   He ran out of gas.    The van has two tanks….apparently both empty.   This is the same dude that drove the ferry yesterday.  The owner winds up grabbing a 5 gallon can and takes off to save him.   The guy finally arrives at 3:55 with Soho’s package.   The ferry leaves at 4….assuming the driver still has his job.  I just shook my head….we are staying the night.

I crashed a little early tonight, but the fire pit was raging.   Someone was passing around a bottle of scotch…that is bad news.   I walked by their pit at midnight to hit the bathroom and they were still going strong.    

         

There is only one thing on my mind right now.   Cheeseburgers.   In order to acquire that Cheeseburger, I need to walk 12 miles, climb a 1k ridge, drop another 3.7k feet, and get on the last ferry by 4:45,  VVR is a popular spot for resupply.  I should also have a package waiting for me there.    

 

Kept running into creek crossings that require fording.   That burned 15 minutes to change shoes, go over, then put dry back on.   Last ones offered a dice roll on some sketchy rock/log hopping which turned out ok for me.   I think Soho fell in the drink on one of these. 

Then it was a 1k climb to something called Bear Ridge.   The views sucked and I was met by a constant stream of weary JMT hikers telling me there was no way I could make the ferry in time.   12 miles, give me a break.   I took a couple of 1 hour breaks along the way to burn the clock.   It was an easy hike.   

Soho has been hearing rumors that there has been a Papa Bear sighting at VVR.    We haven’t seen that guy since Burney Guest Ranch in Northern Cal.   We are both pretty excited to find him. 

On the other side, it was 3k of swtichbacks down.   Easy hiking, but I’m a little bummed knowing payback will come after this stop. 

There was a one mile side trip to the ferry pickup point.   Trail was all muddy and mushy.   Got to the site around 4 and found the place full of hikers.   19 to be exact.    Soho and I spent some time chatting with a couple of PCT’ers named Edgy and Monk.   They are Southing the Sierra section they had skipped earlier in the season. 

Sure enough, at 4:30, the ferry dude showed up.   We all loaded and were wisked to the land of Cheeseburgers, beer, and steaks.  

VVR opens a tab for each of us.   Everything there is ala carte, so the bill accumulates rapidly.    That evening I didn’t get my cheeseburger.   I had to settle for a 12oz steak.   Poor me.

A few hours after we arrived, Soho found Papa Bear.   After dinner a bunch of JMT hikers, Soho, Papa Bear, and I gathered around a big camp fire to swap stories.   I bought a 12 pack and distributed to all takers to loosen folks up.    It was a really fun night.   We all spent hours talking about the characters we had met on the trail.  Rickie Bobbie, Rise and Shine, Large Pizza, Bay Watch, Twigsy, Bam Bam, Joe Dirt, and all the rest.  I miss these gatherings.   For me they have always been the highlight of hike.

Soho’s resupply box is not here yet.   The VVR folks are going to do a mail run in the morning, then hopefully we will board the evening ferry and get a few miles in.    

Today we venture into the valley of Darwin.   All the features in this area are somehow named after Darwin’s work on Evolution theory.   The only concern about evolution is the creek by that name.   There are youtube videos of people swimming across this thing during high water years.  

Passed 3 JMTer campsite between 8 and 9.   They all pretty much looked like this. 

The evolution ford turned out to be ho hum.   Wide crossing, but the water was only slightly above the knees.  I could see how this crossing would be miserable if there was more water.   Next was a big drop below the meadow.   That slow flowing stream turned into this. 

Lot of Water Flowing Down

After dropping into the next valley, I found a couple photographing this rock.   They said it was THE John Muir rock.   Hmm.  Snapped a photo for posterity. 

The next climb began to Seldon pass.   Another 3k up to 10.9k.   I really wasn’t that into it today.   I just wanted it behind me.   Here are a couple pics on the way up.

I think there was a better view from the top, but I just wanted to get to camp today.   I was bounding along some dull trail then I turned the corner and saw this. 

There was a second, bigger lake right after it call Lake Marie.   I ran into a bunch of folks camping in the woods next to it.   Looked lame.   Fortunately the campsite we had picked out was slightly above it on a exposed rock/sand combo.   We were the Winners today. 

Today was a 20 miler with 3.5k elevation change.  Winning.