A 12 Fl oz Cactus Cooler In Pineapple Blast soda contains 79% of ones daily
recommended intake of sugar, apparently. Today was fully restorative. It
illuminated a possible source if my consternation too. What I believe to be
Mount Whitney can be seen looming above the mountains blocking the horizon.
It is the highest point in some stupidly large area and within 110 miles of
me. I have the permit to summit it, but I will be so new to the Sierra and
find it foreboding. A vague anxiety and fear of the unknown but certainly
mildly dangerous especially if the snow situation there doesn't improve is
a clear recipe for the recent bad night. You all know the feeling when the
brain demands new information to assess a threat and is unrelenting even
when it is fully aware no new information can be obtained.
With full knowledge of the source of my malcontent it is nearly entirely
washed away. But I see the landscape changing, the Sierra is coming and
there is nothing more to do but walk forward and hope for less snow up
there. And drink in this awesome trail magic, of course.
First gear failure: mile 250, backpack strap broke, tied back together,
still working fine
Second gear failure: mile 620, headphones ripped apart when scampering over
a fallen tree. I really am bad at hiking without rhem, hoping to hitch a
ride to a town to get a new pair. Need battle music to steel my resolve for
the climb to Kennedy Meadows
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