Climbed Mather, what a mother! It included the Golden Staircase. I couldn't figure out where we were going on the climb because all we saw were high mountains.
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| Getting ready for the day, this is how YC approaches morning coffee. Drinking first cup while working on second. Me, I want to go back to bed |
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| Before the trail becomes a moonscape |
As the final approach came into view I questioned Solomon's ( the guy who scouted most of the JMT) definition of a pass. We were definitely climbing a mountain. Feels like Middle Fingers by Missio.
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| View STRAIGHT UP on the Mother |
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| Dynamite blast marks, we become very familiar with them over the next week as we contemplate how the hell these pass trails were built |
YC isn't feeling good, got my cold. She's tougher than me and kept the party going. I'm feeling better, I weirdly enjoyed climbing up the pass. It seemed a battle ....ok another switch back, fine let's do another switch back.
More climbingThe finish
We stopped the first place we could for camp on the other side of Mather. Some lake on a barren plane. Rob our unofficial hiking buddy(an Englishman living in Michigan) showed up at the same Lake for camp. We gave him patches for his inflatable sleeping pad. It was payback for the Advil he gave us a few days ago. We went for a swim, but really just wanted to get to sleep.
A technique to fake out your body that the water isn't really heart stopping cold
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| Western Eupatorium |
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