Dianna and I went back to the Trinity Alps over the July 4th holiday and tried the Pacific Crest Trail for a second time. For those of you playing the home game, our first trip ended in disappointment and snow. This time things went much more smoothly. So smoothly, in fact, that on the last day we hiked the 9 miles out in four hours. We felt like raging badasses until the bug bites and sore muscles started taking their toll.
Eloise can sate your hunger for pictures.
Yes*.
*No. The big lake where we camped was full of people fishing, god knows how they got there because they sure as hell didn't hike 9 miles in with us, and we didn't go down to the other lakes because we didn't want to climb back up 1000 feet to get back to the trail.
Right. Parachute. That sounds even better than giant piles of loose, shifty boulders. Jacob, can we make our next trip involve free-falling from extreme heights with a several-minute gap between leaving the relative safety of our air transport and finding out if the devices intended to keep us from dying are functioning properly?
Posted by: Dianna on July 6, 2004 11:06 AMDepends on the kind of heights. I'm okay with standing around on top of big ridges as long as they look nice and big and stable. I'm okay with walking on narrow tilty paths halfway up giant steep hills. If, however, there are rockslides involved either above or below where I'm standing, all bets are off and I'll be voting for heading down into the nice flat meadows instead.
Posted by: Dianna on July 6, 2004 11:43 AM