Mount Maude
August 30 – September 1, 2014 It’s less than a week since our arrival from the amazing John Muir Trail in California. One would think that after 21 days and approximately 230 miles… Continue reading
August 30 – September 1, 2014 It’s less than a week since our arrival from the amazing John Muir Trail in California. One would think that after 21 days and approximately 230 miles… Continue reading
August 22, 2014 It’s here. The last day on the JMT. The summit of Mt. Whitney is less than 15 miles away, a distance easily cover in a course of one day. My… Continue reading
August 20, 2014 It is not uncommon for me to wake up during the night to go pee but tonight I am woken by discomfort. The situation reminds me of a fairy… Continue reading
August 16, 2014 Inevitably today we will descent back into the trees and while Dave is excited for the return of the forest I have a hard time finding motivation to abandon the… Continue reading
When it comes to backpacks I put my trust in Osprey. Backpacks is what they do and they know their trade well. I bought my very first Osprey day pack in 2005 and… Continue reading
August 8, 2014 We’re leaving Red’s Meadow at 8:00 a.m. It’s the latest start we had so far, but after hotcakes from the Cafe, our energy is soaring and for the first… Continue reading
First of all let me tell you that I am absolutely thrilled with the comfort and stability these boots provide. I took them out of the box and off I went for a… Continue reading
August 6, 2014 There is no time for a warm up. The trail starts climbing out off the Lyell Canyon right away and the grade gives our calves a workout. It does not… Continue reading
August 5, 2014 Will the weather ever give us a break, we wonder as we sit on picnic tables in front of Tuolumne Post office sorting our resupplies. We are not alone in… Continue reading
August 4, 2014 Everything is damp, including my spirit, and my fingers are freezing. The sky is once again gray. This is not what I imagined waking up to on the first morning… Continue reading