July 27 – August 8, 2015
An epic, 13-day, 212-mile adventure from Tuolumne Meadows through the Sierra Mountains to Mt Whitney in which Carlos and I encountered countless ice-cold streams and creeks, dozens of crystal clear alpine lakes, rushing waterfalls, high mountain passes, wooded valleys, expansive meadows, rugged lunar landscapes, a menagerie of Sierra wildlife, warm days, cold nights, blue skies, grey clouds, wildfire smoke, driving rain, battering hail, threatening lightning, whirling snowfall, incredible vistas, a serene sunrise from the tallest peak in the lower 48, and incredible memories to last a lifetime.
⇽ day 11 • JMT home • day 13 ⇾
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.
⇽ day 10 • JMT home • day 12 ⇾
Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where.
⇽ day 9 • JMT home • day 11 ⇾
So extraordinary is Nature with her choicest treasures, spending plant beauty as she spends sunshine, pouring it forth into land and sea, garden and desert.
⇽ day 8 • JMT home • day 10 ⇾
Then it seemed to me that the Sierra should be called, not the Nevada or Snowy Range, but the Range of Light.
⇽ day 7 • JMT home • day 9 ⇾
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
⇽ day 6 • JMT home • day 8 ⇾
When one is alone at night in the depths of these woods, the stillness is at once awful and sublime.
⇽ day 5 • JMT home • day 7 ⇾
Come to the woods, for here is rest.
⇽ day 4 • JMT home • day 6 ⇾
Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.