Today I climbed Forrester Pass, in so doing, crossing the highest point on the PCT at 13,200 feet (Mt. Whitney was a side trail). I felt like I had been out of the desert and in the Sierras ever since leaving Kennedy Meadows, but man oh man, the north side of Forrester Pass was a whole different ball game. I dropped down into a glacier-carved valley, full of bubbling creeks, blue blue lakes, small (and manageable) snowfields, gnarled trees, and surrounded by jagged peaks. It was overwhelmingly beautiful. Really almost too much to take in.
WeeBee and I camped next to a river full of little golden trout. I went fishing but didn't have any luck.
All in all, it was. Mind blowing day. The kind of day that reminds you why you are hiking this crazy hike.
WeeBee and I camped next to a river full of little golden trout. I went fishing but didn't have any luck.
All in all, it was. Mind blowing day. The kind of day that reminds you why you are hiking this crazy hike.
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