I rushed home to finalize my preparations: underwear (check), socks (check), t-shirt (check), a few energy bars (check), sleeping bag (check)….I was all about the bare minimum. (Note to self: next time bring a pillow…) I met my compadres at the Shackelford home; we loaded up and headed out, reaching our hotel destination at three rivers later that night, determined catch as much sleep as possible.
We scarfed down the complimentary breakfast of waffles and hard boiled eggs like we weren’t going to see another hot plate for two days… After driving up the mountain to the trailhead at Lodgepole, filling our water jugs and concluding last minute phone calls to family, we were officially off. We set out farther into the wilderness at an incredible pace; those eerie feelings of isolation slowly increasing. Andrew only allowed us two stops along the way, just enough time to filter the creek water and replenish our water jugs. It was only the last mile before
I must have looked like death this morning because everyone stared at me with a look of horror or laughter. It was one of those nights where you wish morning would just come so you could get out of your tent and do something. I think I got about an hour of sleep total. I place blame on (in this order): the altitude, Reid’s whooping cough and the invisible bear trotting through our campground. Getting moving however, seemed to be the cure. I took up a fishing pole and headed to the lake (15 ft from camp) and after trying my casts in different locations, I stumbled upon the gold mine which Tony Miller appropriately named “Mueller’s Reef.” I caught 12 fish in about 20 minutes which, for me, is absolutely incredible. I guess fishing can actually be fun… Unfortunately, it was time to break camp and head to our next destination. While
We had determined the previous night that
Hiking in the Sequoia’s was an incredible experience; one I won’t soon forget! Many thanks go out to Rod, Tony and John for letting me tag along; it was a blast!