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John Muir Trail Photos

If you’ve bought the recently released paperback, Backpacking’s Triple Crown: the Junior Version and are looking for color versions of the John Muir Trail photos, you’ve come to the right spot. Here ya go:

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View from Tioga Road

View from Tioga Road

Tent Cabins

Tent Cabins

Nevada Falls

Nevada Falls

Cathedral Peak

Cathedral Peak

That's a lot of cat

That’s a lot of cat

Deer in a reflecting mood along Lyell Fork

Deer in a reflective mood along Lyell Fork

Climbing toward Donahue Pass

Climbing toward Donahue Pass

Thousand Island; or possibly Garnet Lake

Thousand Island; or possibly Garnet Lake

Post pile

Post pile

Silver Pass

Silver Pass

Marie Lake

Marie Lake

Sallie Keys Lakes

Sallie Keys Lakes

McClure Meadow

McClure Meadow

Rae Lakes

Rae Lakes

Fellow campers

Fellow campers

Richard at Sean and Melanie's campsite

Richard at Shane and Melody’s campsite

Frack grinding up the slope

Frack grinding up the slope

Looks like Whitney ahead

Looks like Whitney ahead

Guitar Lake at dawn

Guitar Lake at dawn

Nice looking pack you have there.

Nice looking pack you have there.

View back the way I climbed

View back the way I climbed

"of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt." John Muir

(Colorado Trail) “Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.”
John Muir

The trails are waiting

The trails are waiting

South from Tuolumne

In the morning I had a quick breakfast at the village coffee shop, turned in my tent-cabin padlock key and drove back to Tuolumne Meadows. Luckily I got the last spot at the Wilderness Permit Office parking lot. After double-checking there were no bear attracting food wrapper left in the truck, I strapped the pack on and was walking by 9. My original schedule had me starting at the Cathedral Lakes trailhead, but the few miles I walked the day before put me farther down the trail. I’d have the choice of a ten mile day or getting ahead of schedule right away. 

The section through the meadows and into Lyell Canyon was fairly flat. It stayed near to the absolutely gorgeous Lyell Fork. The stream was crystal clear and flowing nicely despite the drought. In talking with a few backpackers heading the other way, there would be plenty of water all the way up to Donahue pass, though dry on the back side. The trail stayed flat for 8 miles or so and I made good time and felt good despite the full pack (34 pounds) on my back. 

Deer in a reflecting mood along Lyell Fork

Deer in a reflective mood along Lyell Fork

Once the climb began, I felt it immediately. Over the next two miles the trail climbed from 9,000 to 10,200 feet. The trail was well designed and climbed smoothly with switchbacks, but that didn’t change the fact that I live at an elevation of about 800 feet. 

The sun had been out through the day and the air was dry. At the Upper Lyell Base Camp I drained the last of the 2 liters I’d started with and started filtering some of the Lyell Fork water. Looking up ahead, I could see why the creek was running so well. There was still significant snow on the upper reaches of the mountains up ahead.

As I was bending over and straightening up to get water to filter, I got lightheaded. That settled it. It was only 3 pm, but after 10 miles I was done for the day.

As I scouted for a campsite, two bucks wandered thru the area, oblivious to my presence. All day, it seemed like deer were everywhere and completely unconcerned as I walked the trail near them. I found a great little spot among some pine trees that still had a nice view of the creek and the cliffs on 3 sides. Obviously, it was time for a nap. 

My first camp. The black canister is the Bearikade

My first camp. The black canister is the Bearikade

A couple guys from Bakersfield, CA showed up while I was asleep. One started fishing the small pond and immediately caught a nice brook trout that was to be their dinner. It would be the same dinner they had the night before. I could handle that kind of monotony. 

Per my initial plan, there would be 18 miles to cover the next day. However, after another 1,000 feet climb over 2 miles to clear Donahue Pass, the rest appeared to be downhill or rolling. Hopefully it would be doable.

Climbing toward Donahue Pass

Near Donahue Pass

All my food was in the Bearikade (bear resistant container) set 200 feet or so away. There were a few no food items that I kept in the tent though. I wasn’t worried however. I couldn’t imagine a bear swinging by to eat my hand sanitizer when less than 100 yards away there were two guys awash in the smell of fried trout, trout breath and trout farts. 

After a bear-free night I woke up a little after 6. It took about an hour to eat and break camp. The climb over the pass was significant, but not overly steep. The two miles to the pass were completed in about an hour. This was followed by a long drop through a dry valley until I got below some more mountains with snow melt. So far there was water pretty much everywhere. Even up on Island Pass the trail wove between two ponds. There were some dry ponds, but the streams were running well. 

Got some stupendous views of Thousand Island Lake and snow covered mountains above it. Refilled my water there and followed the trail up and over a ridge. Eventually stated dropping back down and my heart sunk. Was I walking back down to Thousand Island Lake? It sure looked like it. Same mountain in the background and the lake looked similar with some islands. As I walked, I tried to figure how I could have messed up so badly to be somehow walking in circles. As I dropped further down I finally realized that while the mountain was the same, the lake was not. I was at Garnet Lake. 

Thousand Island; or possibly Garnet Lake

Thousand Island; or possibly Garnet Lake

As I was walking I met two thru-hikers. One north-bounder just raved about the experience and the views I would be seeing. A bit later a southbound hiker caught up to me. The first thing Floridia said was he was probably quitting the trail once he reached Muir Trail Ranch. He told me the smoke from wildfires was bad farther south and he didn’t want to walk in it. 

I thought my day was about over when I left Shadow Lake heading for a campsite at Rosalie Lake. The two mile hike to lake was unrelenting switchbacks though. Unfortunately, after that slog all the sites were filled with weekend hikers so it was on to Gladys Lake. I finally arrived there around 6 pm. All the sites were filled there too but Peter from NY offered to share his area. He was a nice guy, about my age and had been hiking the Sierras for 20 years. Though I hadn’t planned on it, he talked me into stopping at Reds Meadow Resort in the morning.

Broke camp around 7:30. After a short climb it was all downhill to Reds. About halfway there, Peter caught up to me so I picked up the pace and walked with him. The trail to Reds can be poorly marked, so Peter guided me in through the Devils Postpile National Monument. The name comes from the pretty interesting volcanic formations.

Post pile

Post pile

We made great time to Reds, arriving about 10:30; just in time for a second breakfast.  And some ice cream. Peter was resupplying there and headed for the laundry/showers. Several other hikers were also there trying to decide whether or not to continue into the worsening smoke. After some more ice cream I headed out into the worst smoky haze of the trip. The hard climb out of Reds was partly through a burn area and the haze made it appear very fresh. 

Apparently it wasn’t all haze though as I began to hear thunder. Keeping up the strong pace from the morning I arrived at my planned destination (Deer Creek) for the day at 3. It seemed a little early to stop, but the next camp spot was another five miles. As I considered options, the rain started. I quickly put up the tent and dove in to ride out the storm. Decision made; hiking was done for the day. Of course it cleared off shortly thereafter. 

With possible thunderstorms in the forecast I saw at Reds, I wanted to get an early start and push hard to get over Silver Pass as early in the day as possible. Camping at over 9,000 feet, it was a cold night however. I put a hat on in the middle of the night to stay warm and brought in my water filter so it wouldn’t freeze. Despite the cold I got up at 6 and was rolling by 7. Smoke was rather thick in the area so there wasn’t much need to stop for pictures. Went into a forced march pace up the first climb, about a 1,000 feet over three miles. The trail bounced around 10,000 foot elevation the rest of the morning passing a couple beautiful lakes. The smoke/cloud cover thickened up, a cold wind began and for the first time of the trip I hiked with my rain jacket on. In late morning, after a big drop down to Fish Creek, I broke for lunch in a pine grove to help block the rain that was starting. By the time I’d finished eating, I needed the pack cover and rain pants too. Passed another hiker that was stopped to dig out her gloves. I knew I’d have to empty my pack or get to mine or I’d have done the same. 

The climb to Silver Pass was about 3 1/2 miles rising from 9,200 to nearly 11,000 ft. The steady cold rain and wind were not the most pleasant conditions. About halfway up the rain luckily quit. Unluckily, it had turned into sleet and snow. The ice pellets were actually preferable to the rain and while the ground began to get covered, it never got deep enough to cause any problems. 

Silver Pass

Silver Pass

Once I thought I was close to the top some hikers came the other way and one told me I was 5 minutes from the top. Enthusiasm renewed, I pressed on. When I hadn’t reached the pass 20 minutes later, I was sorry for the encouragement. Finally topping out, all I wanted at that point was to get to a lower altitude and warm up a little. I kept walking at a brisk pace downhill thru more snow which changed back into rain; finally slowing to a sprinkle. The drop was steep and few spots looked inviting to put up the tent. Once I finally found one I had dropped 2,500 feet from the pass and covered over 20 miles for the day. At around 5:30 pm I set up right next to a big pine that would hopefully protect me from a huge widow maker that threatened the rest of the flat spots in the area.

At that point I was just a few miles from the cutoff trail to Vermillion Valley Resort. I had a room reserved for the next night and a resupply bucket was supposed to be waiting for me as well. Rain continued on and off through the night. I wanted to make the resort’s 8:30 ferry across Lake Edison so I planned to roll at first light, no breakfast. The plan was to get up at 5:30 or so. That was the same time the rain began to fall its hardest. I packed everything I could into the pack while still inside the tent. That worked fine until I had to put the soaking wet tent into the pack. I was glad to be heading to the resort. It would have been rough to try to dry everything out on the trail. The lake is actually a hydroelectric reservoir and was low enough that the walk to the boat included a couple miles on the lake bottom. The boat ride was in a cold, windy rain with two other hikers: James and son Thomas from England. They said they might drop out if the rain doesn’t cleared the smoke.

View from the bottom of Lake Edison

View from the bottom of Lake Edison

We arrived at the resort just in time for an extraordinarily hearty and tasty breakfast. By the time I had showered and done a load of laundry the sun was breaking out. There was a picnic table outside my room that spent the sunny afternoon holding pieces of equipment to dry. With great food, a friendly atmosphere and a cold beer or two, Vermillion Valley Resort was a perfect resupply stop.

JMT Time?

“Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.” John Muir.

Having finished thru-hiking the Colorado Trail, which some consider the best of the Continental Divide Trail, I’ve been looking for a new challenge for 2015. It seemed only natural to contemplate the John Muir Trail (JMT), considered by (the same?) some as the best of the Pacific Crest Trail.

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The JMT runs approximately 220 miles from Yosemite National Park south through the Sierra Mountains and Kings Canyon National Park to Finish at Mt Whitney. Most people hike in that direction and that’s my plan as well.

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Above and beyond just backpacking through mountains, the JMT brings with it a whole new set of challenges. The trail crosses the highest spot in the continental United States (14,505 ft) at the summit of Mt. Whitney. There are plenty of bears and they apparently are fairly well educated in taking food from campers. This isn’t my only source of information, but if you recall from the cartoons, Yogi Bear was “smarter than the average bear” and quite often got food from humans.

Yogi

Logistics are difficult as well. Once on the trail, stopping in town for supplies is not much of an option in many locations. In fact, once past the Muir Ranch at mile 109, the only way to resupply is to have made arrangements earlier to have supplies brought to you by a horse or mule pack train. Not an overly cheap option I’m sure. Just having supplies held at Muir Ranch costs $70, not including the postage to get it there.

The biggest challenge starting out however, has been the bureaucracy. Unlike the Colorado Trail, where I adjusted my starting time up till the last minute and just showed up and walked, there are permit requirements for the JMT. In addition, with the trail being extremely popular, scoring one of the limited permits is not something you can do as an afterthought. The best approach is to fax a permit application form to Yosemite EXACTLY 24 weeks in advance of when you want to start your hike. Even doing this and planning to start after Labor Day, my first three requested options were all denied. On my fourth attempt I was successful. However, the available permit I got does not allow me to start at the beginning of the trail in Yosemite Valley, but 21 miles down the trail at Tuolumne Meadows.

So, in order to actually “thru-hike” the trail, things get a tad complicated. My initial thought on a plan is as follows. From Yosemite Valley, I’ll take the bus to Tuolumne Meadows that arrives there at about 10:30 AM and day-hike 21 miles back to Yosemite Valley. Since it will be September, I better bring a flashlight. On the bright side, I’ll be walking mostly downhill. After a 1,000 foot climb, I’ll be dropping nearly 6,000 feet. The next day, provided I can still walk after pounding downhill, I’ll take the bus back to Tuolumne Meadows and start heading for Mt. Whitney.

Now that I have the permit, some additional planning/purchasing can begin. The permit itself talks about the starting area, “Bears have been successful in getting food from backpackers in this area. Bear canisters are required.” Despite the verbiage sounding like the bears actually walk up to campers, verbally threaten them and take their dinner, I’m assuming a bear canister will indeed protect my food. I will be researching options as it appears that a canister can be either light or cheap, but not both.

In addition, I see there is a regulation against pooping on Mt Whitney. Apparently, if you “go” on the mountain, it needs to be in a bag (paper or plastic?) and carried out with you. I’ll be researching which freeze-dried foods best cause constipation.