So today we hiked 14 miles, of which only 10 were on the JMT. I led us down the wrong path and we went two miles in the wrong direction before I noticed. Luckily it was flat.
We made it to the day’s intended location, a campsite next to the Lyell Fork at 9400 feet. We are spending the night in the shadow of Donohue Pass, the boundary of Yosemite National Park. We will climb over the pass in the morning, going to 11,000 feet.
Today was a nice reprise from climbing, all but the final mile was nice and flat up Lyell Canyon. When we did start climbing, I could tell I was better. I think I am finally getting used to the elevation.
We’re just below the 9600 foot threshold for having a campfire, so we decided to get a fire going.
I wonder what’s going on in the world? It’s weird going so long without contact. This has probably been the longest I have been out of touch my whole life. So many questions...Who is winning the Tour De France? Is Trump actually the nominee? (I really hope someone screwed him out of it at the convention, that would be great)