Day 1, Sunday 20st of August 2017:
Onion Valley Trail Head -> Bubbs Creek (4 mi in from Road’s End)
16.8 mi +2754 -5698 ft
The first day of the trip began in my bed at home in southern California and it was probably the hardest part of it all. Doubts about the whole trip had crept up on my over the last few days of preparations. There were so many unknowns in my whole setup. I had gotten a good chunk of new lighter gear for this trip and because I had only come back from New Zealand less than a week before my start I hadn’t even properly tested some of the things. I was also questioning things like physical ability, my route finding skills and general planning of a backcountry trip. There was really no need for that because I had proven all those skills to myself many a time before but I guess that’s how it goes with that.
Anyway, I think getting out of the house and onto the trail was the toughest part of my whole Sierra High Route (SHR) trip.
I must have left the house too late because once I got to Lone Pine where I still needed to secure a wilderness permit, the lottery they have for applicants was already done. So I got in line and was hoping that Onion Valley wasn’t too popular on a Sunday. Eventually everything worked out and Frank who issued my permit mentioned that there were still a lot of mosquitoes out there. Golden information that made me stock up my gear with a head net and some repellent. In retrospect: Thank you Frank!
I eventually started hiking around 10:30 before I had made sure, that there was nothing smelly in my car due to high bear activity.
The rest of the day was mostly uneventful. Weather was nice, I felt in good shape and the going on the trail, over Kearsage Pass and down into Bubb’s Creek was straight forward. Around 5 p.m. the skies clouded up so it felt like it was getting dark early and I got tired. Well this sleepiness didn’t last long cause suddenly I got company on the otherwise pretty empty trail. About 100 feet in front of me a beautiful “brown” black bear walked up the trail. I immediately got my camera out and took a quick picture. Only then I noticed that this bear was a mama and had here little cub right there with here. I put the camera away clapped my hands and tried to make as much noise as possible so they should be aware of me. Either bears don’t hear very well or they simple don’t care anymore but those two just kept walking towards me. I increased my noise level and eventually they would move off the trail and into the brush. You might think that’s what I wanted but honestly I felt better while I could still see them. I just stood there hoping to glimpse them through the thicket still clapping my hands. Then suddenly right in front of me the bushes started to shake and rustle and before I even could react a brown, bear sized animal shoot of the brush and right at me. Damn it!
It was a deer. It must have sat low in the brush scared by my clapping. When the bear past behind, it probably got even more scared by the bear and could only go my way and jumped right onto the trail. It then ran in circles like at a rodeo in front of me and I had to back off because I was now worrying that the deer would just madly run me over. After I took a few steps back the deer stopped circling and went with big leaps off into the brush. I watched it appear in and out of the bushes while it went away. With a pulse of probably more than 180 bpm I started down the trail and saw the bears no more.
After whistling and clapping down the trail for another hour or so I stopped at large campsite where two guys had already put up their tents. I joined them when they lit a little campfire and gladly called it a day.
Day 2, Monday 21st of August 2017:
Bubb’s Creek -> Lower State Lakes
17.5 mi +7714 -3648 ft
I was pretty anxious and nervous when I got to the point where you have to leave the Copper Creek Trail and head cross country towards Grouse Lake. It is here where you start the adventurous part of the SHR. Route finding and navigating turned out not too hard on this first off trail section towards Grouse Lake, Grouse Lake Pass and over Goat Crest Saddle and I made good time. The descent from here turned out to be a little tricky but also fun and fast. Large snowfields had lingered on the northwest side of the pass. So I used every chance to glissade. Always being careful and aware that I didn’t have an ice axe to stop myself if I lost control.
I had hoped to get somewhere near Glacier Lakes today which meant that in addition to the initial 600-foot climb, I had to cross two off trail passes. By the time I got there it was surprisingly still pretty early and I still felt good. So I just kept going and had no problem making my way down over tilted granite slabs towards the State Lakes. The beginning of the State Lakes Trail was a little bit hard to find but that too eventually worked out.
I dragged myself the last miles up the trail and was pretty whacked by the time I got to the first State Lake. Unfortunately, the area was mosquito infested and all the green and trees made me suspicious about nightly visitors in bear form, especially after yesterdays encounters. After taking a break I geared up for the mosquitoes and found a good branch for my bear hang. Eventually no bears came to visit but I had suffered a s*@# ton bug bites just above my butt. My rain jacket doesn’t cover that area when I lean over. After all a good second day.
Day 3, Tuesday 22nd of August 2017:
Lower State Lakes -> Lake below Frozen Lake Pass
10.5 mi +4324 -2873 ft
Yesterday must have been a hard day because it took me forever to get ready that morning. Once I was off I was able to follow a faint trail which disappeared near the upper State Lakes. From here the description says that the trail fades and that you just need to keep going until you find the Horseshoe Lakes trail. In general, I think finding trails when you come from an off trail section is one of the more frustrating parts off cross country travel. So it took me a minute and walking through some wet dewy grass to get onto the Horseshoe Lakes trail. The rest of the morning was beautiful and the terrain towards and up Windy Ridge is blissful and you basically just follow your compass.
The south fork of the cartridge creek really does not see many people and so the area really feels remote and natural. While this whole section wasn’t super easy in terms of route finding I made good progress and found myself working up white pass before noon. Once I got near the top I noticed a black figure at the top of the pass. My oxygen deprived brain probably didn’t really know what to make of it so it took me a while to notice that it was another hiker. I met him at the pass where he took a break. His name was Antoine and he was doing the first section of the high route. It was great to have some company and we shared the path for the rest of the day which consisted of good glissading down Red Pass and a long and beautiful walk through Lake Basin and up towards Frozen Lake Pass.
When we identified Frozen Lake Pass from afar we were positive that we had enough daylight and strength to make it over today but by the time (4 p.m.) we had gotten to the base of the pass and started scrambling up we decided that we were too tired and that we better tackle it together in the morning. Roper describes Frozen Lake Pass as one of the two or three most difficult passes on the entire route. We actually found a really neat spot and settled in for the night.
Day 4, Wednesday 23rd of August 2017:
Lake below Frozen Lake Pass -> Le Conte Ranger Station
16.5 mi +4309 -7255 ft
Seeing Antoine already packing his stuff when I woke up made me get up and ready quickly this morning. My La Sportiva Ultra Raptor had surprisingly much grip on the solid frozen snow up towards the pass. Paired with setting my steps into the flat spots on the sun cups made for really good progress even without micro spikes. The scrambling part was a little dicier. Many of the talus blocks were unstable and it paid off to pick good lines. Eventually the climb was neither to hard nor too dangerous and we were catching our first sunbeams of the day at the pass already before 07:00.
The way down even had a little walked out scree trail which ended in bigger talus and eventually on a big snowfield towards the frozen lake which gives the pass its name. The sun had slightly melted the top layers of the snow but it the snow still being too hard and icy forced me to stay on the talus longer before being able to glissade down on more level snow.
Antoine and I said our goodbyes after hitting the Muir Trail and I continued up Mather Pass. The trail felt easy and soon I was branching off the trail and up towards mighty Cirque Pass. This one turned out to be indeed long and hard and after meeting another solo hiker named Kate who was coming down the pass I was glad to had made it to the top. Kate was doing the SHR southbound and was about to switch over to the Southern Sierra High Route, put together by Alan Dixon. She was carrying ice axe and micro spikes and she mentioned that there was a lot of snow north of the mammoth crest. Next up was Potluck Pass before I would get onto known terrain from our climb of Mt. Sill in the previous year. Potluck Pass isn’t super easy and it looks impassible if you look at it from afar. I was wondering how it would work with the snow. It turned out to be hard but it was doable.
After arriving at the top I quickly stripped naked and washed myself with some snow. It was really cold but refreshing. The rest of the day I followed a rain front that was just in front of me through the whole Palisade Basin and down Knapsack Pass. After arriving at Dusy Basin I was debating if I should stop but for some reason I continued down the Bishop Pass Trail all the way down into Le Conte Canyon and settled for the night way after dark.
Day 5, Thursday 24th of August 2017:
Le Conte Ranger Station -> Lake below Snow Tongue Pass
16.5 mi +4813 -1933 ft
I started somewhat early thinking that I just fly over Muir Pass so that I will have more time to proceed along the off trail sections that would await after. Muir Pass turned out to be really long and somewhat hard although it was all on trail. The trail made for careless walking and I did some good and deep thinking that almost felt like meditating about my life. I was happy to get to the top and to meet some nice people to chat with.
Continuing down past Helen-, Wanda- and Sapphire Lake I started to grow anxious about the next off trail section. It starts at the outlet of Evolution Lake and is a three-mile traverse on the side of Evolution Valley. Its forested and you kind of just have to stay within a certain elevation. I found this section to be one of the hardest if not the hardest route finding of the entire high route. You don’t really have any landmarks to orient with and on top my altimeter readings were not very precise. You just have to stick to your guts and keep going until at some point you kind of pop out of the woods and are able to orient yourself along the Glacier Divide which you are about to cross next. Muir Pass and the traverse had taken their toll on me and so I decided to camp at the base of Snow Tongue Pass. This decision really wasn’t easy cause I know there would be snow on the decent from that pass and the conditions in the morning would making my way down harder but I also was to tired and it was too late to push over the pass now.
So while I was putting up camp and making dinner I heard a pack of coyotes howl nearby. Not a pleasant sound when you are alone in a place that feels really remote already. I settled in for the night not hearing the coyotes again until they woke me up with another loud and really near sounding pack howling in the middle of the night. I was hoping they wouldn’t come closer but what was I going to do anyway?
Day 6, Friday 25th of August 2017:
Lake below Snow Tongue Pass -> La Salle Lake
12.5 mi +3632 -3693 ft
With the solid frozen snow on the descent from Snow Tongue Pass in mind, I took my time getting ready. My tarp had been all wet from the night’s humidity so I tried to get it as dry as possible and ended up putting it to the outside mesh pocket of my Exos pack. The way up to the pass wasn’t hard at all and it was nice to be greeted by the sun once I got to the top.
I anxiously scouted out the descent route without my pack first and then went for it with my poles tucked away on my backpack. This part is definitely one of the sketchier ones of the high route and I really took my time and carefully made my way down the loose scree and talus blocks. A good line would have been to cross the steep snowfield and continue down on the other side but the snow was still too solid to try that. So I had to just super carefully make my way down the steeper parts until the snowfields weren’t too steep and I could somewhat ski-skate down.
Having managed this part really gave me a boost in confidence and more than ever before I felt sure I can finish the whole thing. The snow fields all the way down to the Wahoo Lakes made going super easy and I was down in the Humphrey Basin at no time. This allowed me to dry out my tarp and take a bath at Mesa Lake. The rest of the day was fairly straight forward then.
The descent from Puppet Pass was somewhat steep and I got a little rain on the trail up Meriam Lake and onward to Lake La Salle but I eventually found an awesome camp side with an incredible view for dinner. Although my bear concerns after the “meeting” on the first day were a lot minor up here, I still kept good bear practice where I would eat some distance away from camp and hide my Ursak under a pile of rocks where I couldn’t find a branch to tie it to.
Day 7 , Saturday 26th of August 2017:
La Salle Lake -> Laurel Lake
16.3 mi +5012 -6223 ft
My daily routine improved day by day which helped me getting out of camp and onto the trail earlier in the morning. I would prepare everything I needed in the morning already the night before. Breakfast ingredients would be ready, the food for the next day would already be laid out and packed in a separate Zip-Lock bag and I would already dig a cat hole for the mornings necessities. My alarm would go off every morning at 5:45 which was just before sunrise and I would usually be on the go within the hour.
That morning was just as beautiful as the evening before and after a little tricky traverse on some ice that reached all the way into the lake I found myself making my way up into the sun towards Feather Pass. The descent into the Bear Lake Basin consisted of ski/skating down frozen snow fields but the gradients weren’t too steep so it was fast and fun. The Bear Lakes were really beautiful and despite that I had read of people having trouble finding their way here, I had no issues and enjoyed the windless beautiful morning in a location that really feels remote and untouched.
Crossing Mono Creek is done on fallen logs. It would be difficult to cross the creek, which would better be named Mono River, without the logs. After that really long descent you end up as low as 8800 ft. elevation and on the SHR that can only mean one thing, a long climb lays ahead. Pretty tired I trotted up the trail towards Laurel Lake. The trail fades in and out and the closer I got the more mosquitoes were pestering me. I had to gear up with rain jacket, head net and spray for it to be bearable, even if that meant sweating my ass off under the jacket. When I got to Laurel Lake I spotted a tent and two people that were waving their hands around their heads constantly. The mosquitoes were so bad up here that you literally had a black curtain of the freaking things in front of your face at all time and those two poor souls didn’t have head nets. It was nice to see some people but we only chatted briefly. Although it wasn’t super late yet they had already made dinner and were about to escape to their tent. I wanted to move higher and get out of the mosquitoes but I was too tired and I didn’t trust my exhausted self to pick the right pass, so I set up my camp as mosquito safe as possible. The mosquitoes were so bad I had to walk around while I ate my dinner and only lift my head net for each spoon load otherwise those beasts would literally fly into my mouth. I heard them all night buzzing around the mesh of my bivy bag but at least they couldn’t get me.
Day 8, Sunday 27th of August 2017:
Laurel Lake -> High on Mammoth Crest
16.3 mi +5630 -5271 ft
The mosquitoes were as bad in the morning as they were last night, so there was no time to enjoy the morning and the sheer beauty of the Laurel Lake area. I ate, packed up and left as quickly as possible. Being refreshed I was confident about Bighorn Pass and I walked and scrambled my way up. The views from up here were magnificent and I could spot the next obstacle, Shout-of-Relief Pass already ahead.
Getting over there was a mix of scrambling and careful walking on solid frozen snow slopes. I did let out the mandatory shout of relief once I was on top of the Silver Divide and was repaid by an excellent glissading descent towards the Cotton Lakes. Maybe this descent was too easy and carefree because once I got back onto water soaked ground the mosquitoes were back and I had to bundle up again. Stopping and looking at the map became miserable and so it took me a little longer to make find the steep way down to the beautiful Izaak Walton Lake. The mosquitoes would not back off all the way through Horse Heaven (what a name) and I was sweating under my jacket all the way to Tully Hole where I would meet the JMT. The area here suddenly gets a lot drier and more arid and I realized that the mosquitoes were gone. I found it such a relief when I took my jacket off that I was almost running up the Muir Trail towards Lake Virgina. It felt good to greet some people and I was crushing the trail. My food was down to half a day of supplies (a resupply package was waiting for me the next day at Red’s Meadow) and the light pack made going so easy that I soon arrived at the Mammoth Crest. I was in dire need of a bath and with no one around at the immensely beautiful Deer Lakes, I took an extended break. This included swimming, washing my clothes and eating an early double dinner (I still had my contingency meal) while my clothes were drying. It was a magnificent evening and so I continued along the Crest until it got dark and eventually just stopped and laid myself down in the open free of any mosquitoes.
Day 9, Monday 28th of August 2017:
High on Mammoth Crest -> Iceberg Lake
16.8 mi +4685 -5522 ft
I had a great morning making my way to Red’s Meadow. The way wasn’t hard to find but it still took me longer than I thought it would. I relied on USPS to have delivered my re-supply package and the Red’s Meadow crew to have picked it up and store it for me at their location. It took the guy a while to find my box but I think it helped that I put some colorful stickers on it to make it easier to identify within their hundreds of packages. Unpacking my box felt like Christmas and I devoured all my Pringles immediately. I had used some old German Newspaper to wrap some of my food in which I gladly gave to an old German volunteer who worked at the resort. He seemed stoked to read it.
My pack felt heavy with all the new food and the trail felt long and hard. Tired, I arrived at the lake. Up next was Nancy Pass. At the lake I met a guy who said he just came from there. We were talking briefly and I continued on. To get to the base of Nancy Pass I had to cross the inlet of Superior Lake. There was no other way to get across except to get my shoes wet and also the mosquitoes started to pester me. Nancy Pass was tricky to identify. I double checked the map and also re-read the description by Roper. With all the mosquitoes and being hot in my rain jacket I chose the route I had drawn into my map based on Andrew Skurka. It was also the right choice according to the description but already on the way up I realized that this was probably not the correct pass, it would have been one over to the left. I figured this one should work too. Once I got to the top, the view and the missing metal sign (which one can find on Nancy Pass) confirmed that I went up the wrong pass. This made me slightly nervous and so I decided to head down quickly on the other side.
It looked doable but it was deep and loose. Halfway down I checked with the map and figure out where I could rejoin the route. I should have taken more time and just aimed for the Minarets which were clearly visible, but instead I ended up on some cliff too far south of where I had to go. Eventually I aimed for the Minarets and, I’d say with a good hour delay, I was able to get back on track. This little detour also costed me a lot of energy and so I was really tired when I arrive at the beautiful Minaret Lakes. There were a bunch of people around but none of them was keen to chat. I also knew that Iceberg Lake Pass with a lot of snow on it was not good to be done in the morning and so despite being really tired I pushed on. It would have been nice to spend more time in this area of the Minarets, it’s really stunning. I pushed on up the short class three section to Cecile Lake. Up there I met a nice couple of hikers. They said that they had been out for more than two weeks. They were really nice and talking to them gave me energy and I continued on past the lake and down to Iceberg Lake. The descent is steep and loose but it worked out well and I soon was able to get on the still soft snowfield and on to the other side of Iceberg Lake. I was still in beast mode so I almost walked by a couple of guys camping at the base of the lake. When one guy greeted me I stopped and chatted for a while. Only then did I realize how tired I was and I decided to stay and camp with some company here tonight. It turned out that two of the guys camping here we’re doing a section of the SHR and after some shared dinner and more chatting we decided to hike together for a while the next day.
Day 10, Tuesday 29th of August 2017:
Iceberg Lake -> Blue Lake
11.2 mi +4983 -4333 ft
We got out of camp around seven. It was nice to have some company while we were making our way up Whitebark Pass and towards the thousand Islands lake. The descent from the pass was quite sketchy because a huge and steep snowfield blocked the way. We were able to start down a small corridor in between a wall of snow and the rock, where the snowfield had receded from the bedrock. When the corridor ended we had to emerge out on the snowfield where we carefully kicked steps into the hard snow and slowly made our way down. It felt good to reach some more solid ground and we continued past the beautiful reflections of Garnet Lake.
It started to rain slightly and we put our rain jackets on but it didn’t last long and soon we took them off again as we were heading up towards Glacier Lake Pass. Almost the whole ascent was on large remaining snowfields which made for easy progress. Towards the top they were receding and we did some scrambling over black boulders. By now we had circumvented Ritter and Banner and had arrived at Lake Catherine. Henry and Andrew had planned to stay here this night. Because I knew that tricky route-finding lay ahead for the rest of the day I had pushed on pretty hard this morning. The two guys were starting to get tired but I guess they were glad about the shared navigating and so we embarked together onto the next section. One has to follow down the outflow of Lake Catherine but steep and rugged terrain made for difficult progress and so we closely followed the description of Roper. It was spot on and we made our way down and over to the Twin Island Lakes.
The Sierra High Route has only one major water ford and that is the outlet of the lower Twin Island Lakes. I had been anxious about this part for a long time. With the record snow falls last winter I worried about high water levels. The water had indeed been high but I was able to keep my cheeks dry as I forded the water. Here I am also set my goodbyes to Andrew and Henry who were camping here for the night.
I continued on, over still tricky sections to navigate until I could see the next goal – Bench Canyon – from above. Once I had made my way down to the Canyon I was pretty relieved and took a long break sitting against a large rock in that beautiful and peaceful place. I knew I wouldn’t make it over Blue Lake Pass today so I slowly meandered up the beautiful Bench Canyon towards Blue Lake where I would put up my camp for the night. There must have been some fire somewhere in Yosemite because around this time I could see and smell the smoke in the air for the first time. Blue Lake was amazing and I truly enjoyed my night.
Day 11, Wednesday 30th of August 2017:
Blue Lake -> Tuolumne Meadows
21 mi +4069 -5979 ft
I woke up to rain splash in my face. I hadn’t put up the tarp ever since the night below Snow Tongue Pass. It was just before I would have to get up anyway so I jumped out of my sleeping bag and gathered all my stuff to throw the tarp over me and all my gear. I waited for the rain shower to subside, packed up and eat a quick breakfast.
Soon I was making my way up Blue Lake Pass. About half way up the rains came back with vengeance and for the first time on my High Route trip I actually got wet. By the time I was down on the other side of the Pass I was almost dry again. It wasn’t super cold and the breezy wind had dried me up quickly. My shoes remained wet for the morning as I walked through beautiful Meadows that were still wet from the rain. Blue Lake Pass also marks the border of Yosemite National Park and so I made my first steps into this world renown park.
The next tricky part was to get onto Iceberg trail. This gave me some trouble and it took me a while to stumble upon it. From here on the rest of the day would be on trail all the way to Tuolumne Meadows. It ended up to be really long, a total of 21 miles. The last couple of days heads taken their toll on me and I felt tired all day.
I eventually got to Tuolumne Meadows and after some confusion I also found the JMT backpackers’ campground. After having spent every night in some kind of wilderness area it felt weird to set up camp next to a lot of campers and JMT hikers. What was nice, was that I ran into a guy that I had I seen on the JMT while I was making my way up towards Lake Virginia. We had chatted briefly then and it was interesting to come together in another spot and compare how we each got here. Together with another bunch of JMT’ers we shared some dinner stories and had a can of beer together.
Day 12, Thursday 31st of August 2017:
Tuolumne Meadows -> Soldier Lake
17.6 mi +6695 -4560 ft
This was the first morning that was a little bit frigid and walking felt good to stay warm. I soon was heading towards Gaylor Lakes and continued on towards Mine Shaft Pass. Until here everything had been straightforward. The next section was a little bit trickier due to large sloped snowfields that ended at a cliff. I carefully made my way across to Spuller lake. Navigation was a little bit trickier here again but I felt a lot stronger again and so I was speeding past Maul – and Green Treble Lake and on towards Mount Conness.
Next up was the crossing of the east spur of Mount Conness. Roper describes this part as a thrilling adventure on firm granite, an airy traverse and stunning views. He is right with everything. There’s a little bit of exposure but overall it’s a really fun part and navigating wasn’t too hard.
High up on the spur I could see my next obstacle which was Sky Pilot Col. I noticed that there was still a large snowfield remaining at the top. If you see those obstacles from far ahead they always look hard. I continued making my way down and started to ascend up towards the col. Once I get a better look of the snowfield I realized it wasn’t possible to go onto the snow because it was really steep but there was a tiny snow free line up on the left side that should work. It was steep and some of the scree was really loose but eventually I arrived at the top.
The descent on the other side was only a little hard at the top where there was another section of loose scree but after that I could almost ski-skate and slide down soft snowfields all the way to Shepherd Lake. I had made good time and it was still early so I continued down into Virginia Canyon and up again all the way to Soldier Lake.
This was going to be my last night and so I took a quick bath and found a really nice campsite with an incredible view of where I had just come from. I ate another double dinner (contingency meal) and settled in for a comfortable night.
Day 13, Friday 1st of September 2017:
Soldier Lake -> Mono Village, Twin Lakes
8.2 mi +1497 -5084 ft
I woke to another frigid morning. The temperatures had really dropped for my two last days. In my head there was only really one obstacle left and that was the descent from Stanton Pass. I was pretty confident by now that I could finish the high route but I also knew that there is a bit of class 2-3 down Stanton Pass and if there would be snow on it, it would be frozen solid this morning. So I thought I take my time for breakfast and breaking camp but my routine was set up so well that I soon rolled out of camp. There were a couple of snow patches up towards the pass and I really couldn’t walk on them because they were like solid ice but I was able to boulder and scramble my way around them and up to the top. A glimpse down revealed a snow free descent and I knew that with a few simple climbing moves I shouldn’t have to much trouble making my way down. I savored the last moments and views, kissed the mountain goodbye and made my way down. I might blame it on the cold morning wind but I did find a tear rolling down my cheek.
The walk up Horse Creek Pass was windy and cold but otherwise easy walking and it gave me a chance to reflect on the trip. What a trip it had been! I started my way down towards Twin Lakes. The now soft snow made for good progress and soon I was on a good trail which made going even easier. At some point I was just running down the trail until I ran into a couple of hikers coming up. We chatted briefly and without telling them they knew that I was just finishing the SHR, it was probably written all over me. Eventually at around 11 a.m. after 13 days, 220+ miles and 62000+ feet elevation gain I had reached the northern terminus of the Sierra High Route.
Once you get off the trail you need to navigate your way out of the woods over the creek and through the adjoining campground. I guess the Trail Magic wasn’t done with me yet because I had a hard time finding my way out and so the only bridge over the creek I found was a fallen log that ended directly into someone’s campsite. Politely, I excused myself for just walking into their little area. The guy sweeping the ground with a big broom welcomed me heartily, sat me down and gave me some cold and sweet ice tea to drink. What a treat! Craig was a summer resident at the campground and had his friend’s daughter, Cassidy visit. She had just cycled across the US so we had a lot of stories to share. They made me lunch and I took a shower and did a quick was of my clothes. It was such a warm welcome that I had a hard time leaving. Cassidy drove me into Bridgeport where I was lucky enough to catch the last bus for the week down towards Lone Pine.
It had gotten late and by the time I got off the bus in Independence it was already getting dark. I was slightly worried that I might not be able to catch a ride up to the Onion Valley parking and that I had to walk up for another 4h. But never mind, Trail Magic was right there and the very first car stopped and I had a nice and comfortable ride with a lovely couple that was going for a backpacking trip the next morning themselves.
So around 9p.m. I was back at my car, trip was done, EPIC!