Day 59 – Tinker Knob

Mile 1153 to 1144 Because Sherrie and Chuck took such great care of us yesterday, our chores are complete. We can actually enjoy a leisurely morning. I sleep in until 6am, then make my first of several runs at the breakfast buffet. It is open from 6 to 10, so I have to pace myself. Between feeding […]

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Day 57 – Peter Grubb Hut

Miles  1188 to 1161 We wake and examine the black bear prints. They are impressive. He made a beeline from the trail towards Klutz and Mountain Goat’s tent, then frustrated by the obstruction, grunted, veered between our tents and galloped to make it over the huge fallen tree. Our goal today is to camp within […]

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Day 54 – A Dream

Mile 1241 to 1221 I wake as if in the final scene of the final episode of the Bob Newhart Show, except that neither Terri nor Susan Pleshette is lying next to me. What the heck just happened? Was it really just a dream? All night there was a haunting screeching in the wilderness. I thought […]

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Day 49 – Chester

Zero I wake and graze the breakfast buffet off and on from 6:00 am to 9:00 am. Klutz and Mountain Goat work with the local Post Office to figure out how to bounce their supply box, that is now in Susanville. It contains rain gear and maps they wanted, but will have to do without […]

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Day 47 – Recovery Plan

Zero – Lone Pine Thru-hikers have come down from the mountains to Lone Pine like ants come into your kitchen during the rain. They are everywhere, and seem to wander aimlessly. When these hiker ants meet they rub virtual antennas, exchanging what little information they have about the trail. We hear many stories from those […]

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Day 43 – As I Layover

Zero Day – Kennedy Meadows In William Faulkner’s book As I Lay Dying, an entire chapter consists of one sentence: “My mother is a fish.” I never understood the book, let alone that chapter, but it has me thinking. Every night I roll out my insulated pad and sleeping bag. I take off my shoes […]

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Day 41- Periodic Table Water

Mile 654 to 681 Late last night I begin to see hiker headlamps. Not again. I thought we pushed past their reach. Then I realize the night hikers are moving where there is a 1,000 foot drop. These phantom headlamps are gracefully defying physics, moving high above the canyon. My stunned facial expression must have […]

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