As usual, things don’t always turn out as you plan. I’m back from the Sierra Nevada a couple days early. The plan was to dive into the Sierra over Lamarck Col. Then head out of Darwin Canyon, up the vast granite bowl of the Evolution Basin, over Muir Pass, down LeConte Canyon, up to Dusy Basin, over Knapsack Pass, through the Palisade Basin, down to the Palisade lakes to rejoin the John Muir Trail, up over Mather Pass to Upper Basin and then out via Taboose Pass. But Keir’s feet aren’t up to the task. Totally my fault. The route I had chosen happens to be one of the more brutal sections of the John Muir Trail, and without proper conditioning and pre-punishment to the feet and legs, it can destroy one’s spirit. So we cut the trip short by a couple days and come out over Bishop Pass.
If you have even the slightest idea of where I’m talking about you get a medal (immediate members of my Sierra-obsessed family, of course, excluded.)
I’m now sitting in Burbank Airport. On Monday we learn upon coming out of the Sierra, exhausted and sunburned, that my grandmother, mother of my mother, has died. I’m going out to New Mexico for some family time.