We talk awhile and I meet another hiker that she knew from the PCT that’s walking by. I didn’t recognize her in her camp clothes. To my right amazingly enough is the woman I was talking to on the bus. To my left is a man hiking from Mammoth to Tuolumne Meadows. Afterwards, I decide that I’m going to go meet my neighbors. I set up my tent, filter water, and lay in the sun to get warm. This is the spot and it’s perfect! The Lyell Fork looks beautiful with a snow-covered Donahue Pass in the background. Seeing that the trees are just about to end, I drop my stuff. I want to get as close to Donahue Pass as possible. Well, really I passed my planned camp spot about a mile ago. Just around the corner, I come to my possible camp spot. Time for bed! Goodnight everyone! Donohue Pass tomorrow Just so you know, according to them I’m magic. I’m glad my kids and fiancé will probably never read this blog. I feel horrible that the feeling came so quickly and there was no time for a hole, but I piled a lot of dirt on top. I make a beeline up the hill, tuck myself behind a large downed tree, and … well you know what happens. I’m so close to where I plan to camp, but tragedy is about to happen right now. Miles go on like this and I suspect it’s just gas really bad gas, but then I realize it’s not. I bolt past and hope they don’t notice or at least don’t suspect me.
I don’t particularly care except when passing others. I’m not sure if it was the huge dinner last night or the bag of apricots, but I am now surrounded by a cloud of stink, and that stink is coming from me.
While climbing… and don’t laugh at me I’m just trying to be real and honest… my stomach begins to not do so well. I see others struggling too and it makes me feel a bit better. At least every five minutes I stop to catch my breath. This trail I remember likes for you to hurt and breathe hard and wish you were dead. This is the trail that likes you to go up and up and then up even more. That ending came about 2 or 3 miles before my campsite. The easy trail lasts forever… but it can’t last forever… forever. With that, I head off.Īlmost there! One last push uphill to Lyell Fork Then his wife can meet up at Reds Meadow. If he continues on then he says maybe he’ll catch up.
I still feel bad though and give my sympathies. It looks like she’s going to pull off and maybe her husband will continue. She had mentioned it might have a strain or tear while we were on the bus. Her calf hurts and is just getting worse. I say hello and ask how their hike is going. The couple from the bus are off to the side. While devouring my apricots I get taken by surprise. They aren’t easy to eat with trekking poles, but I manage. Snack time! I take a bag of dried apricots from my bear can. I met up with the couple and talked on the way to get my permit, but lost them after that. Frustrating indeed.Īs we approached the drop off we all exited and headed on the trail in various groupings. Reluctantly, they got off trail only to get no answers on why she was so sick. Their first time she got sick and couldn’t stop vomiting. Later I start chatting with the couple behind me. The PCT hikers mention that some of the more cliquish hikers don’t like to talk with others or will even snub you, but normally solo hikers are always eager to talk. We all chat and talk about what we’ve seen so far and what is to come. A couple is hiking the JMT and two women are hiking the PCT solo. When we board the bus we meet several others. He’s done it before in sections, but this will be the first time in full. I talk with a man who is also hiking the JMT. As it gets closer to pickup time, I head across the street. I’m super early, so I enjoy the view of the lake while I eat my zucchini bread and drink my caramel latte. Since I was able to change my bus pickup location, the walk isn’t far at all. Taking the YARTS bus from Lee Vining to Tuolumne Meadows
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