0600-0715 Island Pass (56°F; dry,
clear & windy)
My night was restless so it is good I
had the moonlit mountain view to enjoy when I kept waking up. Maybe it was
my sore back or maybe the ground wasn't quite right. You win some, you lose
some. A bad night's sleep is soon forgotten once you get on the trail, that
is to say, until nap time.
There is a slight wind this morning, so
I find it difficult getting up and out of the comfort of a warm sleeping
bag. But there is trail to travel, life to live and phenomenon promised around
every cornucopic corner.
0845-0915 Davis Lakes runoff 37°44.639
/ 119°12.708 - 10,269K' (72°F)
We don't get far down the trail before
it is time to shed our fleece. The day is warming up nicely as we cross over
Island Pass and head out toward Donahue Peak. The trail here between passes
has great vistas of the peaks to the west and Banner/Ritter, as well as,
picturesque creek and meadow environs (see above painting John Muir Trail)
until the final climb over solid rock.
The approach to Donahue Pass is deceptive
and a long trek over a great expanse of treeless open rock. Anxious to get
the climb done before the day gets much hotter; we perhaps move too quickly
up this trail. And it never seems to end. Even the top is anticlimactic,
wide and open with either a view north or a view south but not both together.
1130-1215 Donohue Pass 37°45.640 /
119°14.826 - 11,050K' (77°F)
We climb up a little ways on the south
face to take a lunch break and enjoy last views of Banner Peak and other
points of interest whose identity we dispute. When we get home and review
our photos in conjunction with the maps there should be no doubt that the
lake in question is indeed, as I insist, Gem Lake not Silver Lake. End of
issue. ("We" still need to work on our landmark identification skills. Although
Irene knows my visual perception ranks in the top 99.98 percentile of humankind,
she can still doubt me on this. I don't know if it is more a matter of her
being Libra or my being Aquarian?)
We descend toward Lyell Canyon. The crowds
have thinned dramatically today. We have only passed a handful of people
while a threesome, also headed north, yoyos with us most the day. We get
ahead of them and take a break, they come up from behind us and stop close
by about the time we pick up and continue down the trail. Eventually, we
lose track of them. Generally people don't maintain the same pace for long.
In fact, there are groups supposedly traveling together who can't keep the
same pace. Irene and I can stay together pretty well, usually. At least we
stay within sight of one another, mostly. I have energy early in the day
and Irene has energy late in the day so if the tired one of us is leading
then we stay together. Actually, hiking like golf is not really a social
activity. (Those two ladies on Muir Pass were trying to make it a social
event and they were driving the rest of us batty).
Lyell Glacier

As we descend we must stop to look back
at the fabulous view of the Lyell Glacier nestled between Mt. Lyell and Mt.
McClure. This is the only real snow we have seen for most of the trek. Banner
and Ritter have their glaciers as well; but otherwise, the Sierra is snowless.
Looking north and forward into the Canyon
we see the meadows and the slow meander of Lyell Creek. We wonder why this
valley is called a canyon. Lyell is so wide and the walls are by no means
dramatic, in fact, they are heavily forested. No doubt it was a canyon millions
of years ago when it was first named.
1415-1430 bridge 37°46.676 / 119°15.733
- 9,714K' (81°F)
Finally we rest our feet after the climb
and descent of Donahue Pass. It turned out to be more effort than I had expected
but now we are close to reaching flat land for the next seven or eight miles.
When we reach the first meadow we wander
out to the meander for a couple pictures and to see if there is a place to
bathe. The banks of the creek are about four feet deep. The water runs shallow
and slow about twenty feet wide on average. There are deeper pools suitable
for dunking on the outside of the bends where the water runs a little quicker
and cuts a channel (the phenomenon that causes a mature river to evolve the
meander). It is much warmer water down here in the meadow than high on the
mountain below the glacier. Irene just can't find the right spot for a bird
bath. So we continue along the path from one great meadow to another and
another ...
Chasing The Sun (20" x 13" archival print available for purchase)

1600-1715 Lyell Fork Meadow 37°47.895
/ 119°15.692 - 9,010K'
Our plan is to stop for a little dinner
and a nap (for me) and then continue on the trail until we get tired or we
lose the light. We settle down next to the creek with a wide view of the
meadow south and Mt. Lyell in the far distance. While we take this late afternoon
break, three bucks wander into the vicinity and graze in the meadow, our
dinner show. Such simple pastoral events can be so entertaining.
1915-1930 Lyell Canyon 37°51.109 /
119°17.496 - 8,925K' (57°F)
We chase the setting sun still illuminating
the north end of the canyon but eventually we run out of steam. We bed down
on a sandy spot close to the creek with marvelous meadow panoramas both north
and south. Irene hurries in what light is left to make coffee for our desert
(a bite sized Snicker and a cookie). It has been a big day and I estimate
we covered 13.25 miles. As we wind down, settled into our cozy bivies and
savoring every crumb of desert, a single coyote howls and the canyon comes
alive briefly with muffled echoes. The howls repeat without answer; the coyote
is headed south toward the mountains. The coyote may have been howling at
the moon except that the moon was not yet risen. On that note the day ends.