Monday, December 25, 2017

Hiking the John Muir Trail - An Adventure of Unimaginable Proportions Part 2 (Tuolomne Meadows to Red's Meadow)

After our first taste of the trail in Yosemite, we headed East and then a few hundred miles South, to leave the car in Lone Pine, CA - the town at the base of the Whitney Portal trailhead access road. 

We grabbed a motel, which was insanely overpriced for this kind of town, and began to double-check our supplies. This was the real start for us, even though we had just spent 3 days on the trail... we would be going in for at least 20 days, so there could be no screw-ups on packing for this one!

My pack weighed in at about 35lbs with water and a full bear barrel... not bad! It didn't feel amazing but it was a huge improvement over the heavier weights many other hikers were carrying. Throughout the trip I saw the majority of hikers carrying between 45 and 60 lbs, and that has got to hurt!

We grabbed the most expensive taxi of our lives to get us to the YARTS public transportation in Mammoth, which would eventually take us back through Yosemite - dropping us at our starting location for our permits... Tuolomne Meadows. We drove by a fresh wildfire that had started the night before, and which now threatened our hike since it was on the opposite side of Lyell Canyon. I figured we'd try to move fast and get well ahead of it before it spread. Heading off from Tuolomne Meadows, we hiked along a beautiful river for most of the day, and then began to ascend Lyell Canyon towards Donohue Pass.

I stopped often to fish for the thousands of small brook trout inhabiting this section of river. Did you know that the Western Sierra had no trout naturally until we introduced them? I want to read more about that because I don't know if the waters were actually barren, or if there used to be a healthy salmon population here before development and population growth wiped them out? Some additional research will surely be necessary for me on that.

The terrain got steep as we began to climb the Canyon, and it is somewhere before this point that I lost Rob for the first time... and it surely wouldn't be the last. For some reason he was moving really fast, hadn't taken his usual breaks to fish, and maybe hand't even stopped for lunch. There was no other way to explain the fact that I hadn't caught up to him yet.

We had planned to meet up near a specific campsite, but when I got there, he was nowhere to be seen. I asked around in the campsites closer to the trail if anyone had seen him, but nobody had any info for me. I figured he was still ahead and had decided to make it to the last campground before the pass, so I pushed on.

Arriving at a beautiful bowl of mountains with a placid lake at their base, I still had not seen Rob. At this point it was too late for me to want to keep hiking, and it appeared we were about to have the first big water crossing of the trail. I knew from my experience was that crossing in the evening is rougher because the water that melted from the hottest part of the day would bring water levels up into the evening. The best time to cross is early in the morning when the colder night-time temps have re-frozen the snow, and slowed the melt-out. 

I set up my tent as two older gentlemen that I guessed were in their 70's showed up. We chatted for a bit and they too decided to wait out the crossing until the AM. Lights out! I left the door of my tent open as usual, and fell asleep looking out into the beautiful stars-scape above.

The weather was beautiful in the morning, and the excitement of what was to come was in the forefront of my mind. I figured Rob would likely be waiting ahead so I ate a quick breakfast and began to pack up. I started asking hikers at the crossing if they had seen him, and finally one group burst into laughter and said they knew exactly who I was talking about... 

They said they had heard him complaining about how I was so far behind and was moving too slow and never made it to camp or something like that... he was worried. They were super-entertained that I was now a few miles ahead of him. I was relieved to know where he was and decided to fish the outflow of the lake while I waited for him to arrive. 

Soon after that, Rob appeared seemingly out of nowhere with a group of some girls he had camped near, and I started to laugh about the situation. The other guys who had overheard him were also laughing, and they headed out ahead of us. Little did I know this would become a bit of a pattern for the hike. 

Everyone was in good spirits and I had already had some fun interactions with strangers on the trail. What a good start. We all crossed as a group, heading up towards the pass. Our new friends were a great addition to the experience, and we set out in good spirits, even if a few of us were still adjusting to our packs and our respective levels of energy.

Donohue Pass was covered in snow, but it wasn't a bad hike at all. This was my first view of the sun-cups that form up high during melt-out, and I'd soon learn that these were quite small in comparison to others I'd see later on. Hikers coming through just a week or two before us had to walk on those sun-cups the whole time for miles on either side of the pass. Our timing was great. We mostly scaled straight up in existing footprints in the snow, and I used my micro-spikes for the first time on the trail. Glad I had brought them!

The pass was beautiful, but we pushed on quickly to cover more ground. 

Descending the North side of the pass, we entered into what can only be described as some sort of high-altitude fairy-land... the snow had only just melted, but the sun was already hot enough to dry the ground in some places. Water was running in all the channels available to it, creating a seemingly endless world of mini-islands, dotted with waist-high evergreens and rocks. The sound of gently bubbling streams surrounded us. And then the mosquitos emerged...

Most of the day was spent descending through that beautiful terrain, and then back up and over Island Pass. My long pants and bug-proof hoody were doing a great job keeping me safe from the flying critters. I don't know why everyone doesn't adhere to that kind of outfit knowing what they are going to encounter... 

After descending Island Pass we arrived at Thousand Island Lake, where we had planned to camp for the evening. This was my first experience with a really crowded campground at high altitude - we shared a rather small flat area with our new friends Suzy, Amber and Rachel, and had a blast that evening soaking in the views and chatting each other up. 

I had not expected to be having such a great time with the trail culture. I knew I was interested in not doing my hike solo... my goal was not to immerse myself in the wilderness, alone, or I surely wouldn't have chosen this trail. However, I didn't realize just how great the on-trail culture would be, and I had under-estimated how much that would add to the experience. I was feeling really happy as the worries of mainstream societal living faded and were replaced by simple stresses like where to eat or when to eat, and the physical challenges associated with covering long miles and constantly changing altitude. I was also excited to be spending time with new people that had shared interests out in the wilderness.

At the same time, I got my first ache which was a sore lower leg. I immediately got really scared about shin splints, and had my first major doubts of the hike. I knew I wouldn't give up mentally, but I was definitely concerned that my body would not be able to handle the increased mileage and constant strain of the pack. I did my best to massage my muscles, take breaks, and not move too fast. It worked and the pains faded the next day, as did my fears.

At this point we had to diverge from the JMT onto the PCT. Our permits were for the PCT here, and we had hoped to log 500 miles when we had originally scored the permits. However, with the fires delaying our start, and with the need to get back to CO for an event, we didn't know how far we'd make it in the time allotted. We said goodbye to our new friends and then headed off on the PCT, which parallels the JMT for around 13 miles. Basically we'd be diverging for one day, then re-joining the JMT near our first resupply at Red's Meadow campground.

That section of PCT was really beautiful, as well as challenging in unexpected ways for me. We had a long and gradual hike up along a ridge, and the snow had clearly melted much faster on this particular side than on the JMT side of the valley. It felt dry and barren in some sections, but lush and green in others.

There were fingers of flowing water entering a meadow that coated select portions of the mountainside we were hiking along, and because of all the water, the meadow appeared to be exploding with wildflowers all over the place.

Between the sections of wildflowers were sections of newly-dry earth with sun-cracked patterns in the dirt. Growing among these sections were smaller flowers that created a purple hue all around.

It was one of the most memorable mornings for me, and I enjoyed walking along this side of the mountain while looking over to the other side, where the JMT and our friends were hiking parallel to us. I could tell from the raging waterfalls that they'd be doing more difficult water crossings than we had done on this section. We also had better weather, as the thunder-showers mostly stuck to their side of the valley during the day. Lucky for us!

As the afternoon sun hit, we began to descend, and we were in a hotter and drier terrain than we had seen in Yosemite. We had entered the Ansel Adams wilderness earlier, and we could tell there were significant differences between it and Yosemite.

At this point, the thundershowers began to spread, and threatened our side of the valley. I began to move really fast off the ridge and welcomed the continued descent into more protected and forested land below.

As I entered a new kind of forest for me on the trail so far, it began to rain. I sheltered under some trees and took a much needed snack break. The evergreen trees do a great job of shielding you from the rain, and I knew I could rely on any bunch of trees to get the job done. If needed, I could always use my trekking umbrella, but the rain usually only lasted a few moments at a time... rarely enough to need it.

That night Rob and I camped away from other people and in a nice rustic spot near a river. It was a really solid site and I felt good knowing that the following day we'd be arriving at Red's meadow for a real meal and a resupply of 7 more days of food. I slept well and got a full night's sleep that evening.

In the morning we took our time, did some fishing, and then headed out. Rob wanted to go straight on to Red's meadow but I wanted to go visit the Devil's Postpile National monument. I took a nice 3 mile detour that was longer than it needed to be to check it out, and grabbed a few photos.

The monument was crowded, ad this was my first time in a few days seeing that many people in one place, so I didn't linger too long. People smelled different to me now... I could smell their perfumes, their sunblock or their lip gloss down the trail before I could even see them. I knew who was there to mosey around for a day and who was there to really hike just by my nose alone.

The crazy formations were created by gas being emitted in a unique pattern during a lava-cooling event, ages ago. Nature is really cool sometimes, and this was one of those moments where that hit me really hard. After taking in the monument I pushed into a fast paced half-jog, half-walk to get to Red's meadow to make sure I'd get a hot meal and a shower.

Those last few miles went fast - they showcased the power of the record melt-out of 2017 with a display of chaotic debris scattered about, and clear evidence of erosion all over the forest.

Water had filled every crevice, every low point, knocking down trees and loosening the soil. The ground was still wet and loose from this recent occurrence, but not muddy. It felt almost like walking through a disaster zone... it actually WAS a natural disaster zone all around. And to realize it can be like this every major snow year is just incredible...

 Soon I was at the junction with Red's Meadow and I couldn't have been happier.

Once there I reunited with Rob and our new friends, ate an incredible-tasting yet simple grilled cheese with bacon and tomato, a chocolate shake, and took a shower. Laundry was a social experience, and I laughed as Rob put his clothes right into the dryer instead of the washer, realizing later what had happened. Good times were had by all. Some weather moved in and many of us set up camp nearby.

Rob had decided he wanted to push ahead to meet up with one of the friends he had made on the trail. I made some new friends at the campground, and had a great time getting to know them that evening.

The next day at breakfast I ran into the same group from the Yosemite Backpacker's campground that I mentioned in the last post... the group I had gone fishing with. They had been moving really slowly, and I was secretly really happy to have caught up with them. It felt sort of like running into old friends. I heard that they were heading out later on, and I took my time leaving, figuring they'd likely catch up. With a heavier pack, newly filled with more than 7 days of food, I set off at a snail's pace into the unknown...