0630-0745 Rae Lake (63°F; damp, clear,
breezy & colder)
We have no rain this night. In fact, it
is very clear. The Milky Way is actually bright in the sky. Still we are
a bit damp from dew in the wee hours of the dawn. But as we lay there
procrastinating, the breeze seems to dry the bivies enough to pack up and
get on the trail.
It is chilly so we are clad in fleece,
our cold weather cover. We had planned a sunrise departure so that we are
sure to reach our unofficial destination at Twin Lakes south of Pinchot Pass
about ten miles away. But it is too cold to get up at dawn and besides we
are still wet with dew.
The trail through here is such a beautiful
stretch of the JMT. It is too bad I didn't bring a lot of film and I feel
I must ration my shots, especially saving for the panoramas I like to shoot
at the top of passes. We will have to return to this place with more film
and the OM-1 to capture all the shots we missed. We do stop to pose with
prominent Fin Dome, just for the record (see above painting Fin Dome).
We are stopped by a lady who is looking
for a couple she expected to meet at the lakes the day before and asks us
to give Matt and Tracy a message when we see them on the trail north of here.
I bother people for two days inquiring about Matt and Tracy without a trace.
It finally dawned on me that two people of their description may have passed
us while we were sorting our food two days earlier. That poor lady was probably
worried out of her gourd by the time she found out Matt and Tracy had already
passed her by. Coordinated rendezvous in the wilderness can be tricky.
Another fellow races past us in a hurry
to get down the trail because he is soloing this stretch as far as Vermillion
Resort where he will meet up with his wife who has just left the trail at
Kearsarge to drive around the Sierra range and join him for the segment of
JMT from Vermillion to Tuolumne where he will solo again the final stretch
to Yosemite Valley. It is amazing I got all this information from him as
he was running down the path talking back over his shoulder. He thinks if
he moves quickly he doesn't eat as much so he can carry a lighter load. His
pack looks heavy to me; we will catch up to him later.
We pass a few more folks. Even with all
the traffic, somehow we surprise a couple juvenile marmots grazing by the
edge of the path. They scurry for safety in the rocks but so typical of
youngsters one takes his eye off what he is doing and "bonks". He collides
head first halfway up a rock step and bounces back. His second effort is
better; seemingly unfazed (also a trait of teenagers) he scampers to safety.
His mate probably had a good laugh. I know I did.
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0830-0900 Lower Rae Lakes 36°49.868
/ 118°24.573 - 10.3K' (68°F)
We stop for breakfast and the other morning
rituals of pumping water, washing up, brushing teeth, and dowsing with sun
screen. As the trip continues I apply less and less sun screen, hence my
two-tone farmer's tan. A couple times we have enough privacy to go for the
"full monty" tan but mostly we don't really have the time to leisurely work
on a tan; we have miles to go and only so much food.
The trail down toward Woods Creek is
deceptively long and dry. It seemed so last time we came this way and it
is again this time. The landscape is wide open with little shade relief from
a hot sun. My mind wanders but I keep a steady pace. Sometimes the trek is
just about physical exertion and the resulting endorfens.
1100-1115 Woods Creek Suspension Bridge
36°52.197 / 118°26.365 (75°F)
The suspension bridge at Woods Creek is
a great convenience and a great ride. The threesome just behind us who are
hiking in from Kearsarge and out at Lamarck Col are ever so careful crossing
the bridge. They miss out on all the shimmy shake which happens quite naturally
when you stroll across such a construction. Oh well, some people just don't
wanna have fun. As I recall, the climb out at Lamarck Col is not all that
much fun either.
1200-1300 bath 36°52.713 / 118°26.040
- 8.8K' (100°F in sun)
It is getting really hot now and our clothes, in their fifth day, are getting a tad ripe. We look for a bathing and clothes washing opportunity. We find a perfect spot about a half mile up the Creek from the Bridge. Although it is somewhat within view of the trail, I don't recall any passersby during the hour we are there bathing and washing clothes. It is a spot where the creek has eroded a couple pools in an immense rock ledge. The Creek fishtails over the great rock and cascades in sheets down toward the bridge. It is about 100° in the sun. We and our clothes dry quickly on this sun baked, glacier polished surface.
"The grandeur of these forces and their glorious results
over power me and inhabit my whole being." JM
Refreshed in more ways than one, we continue
up Woods Creek. This is my least favorite part of the entire JMT (there is
another even less favorite part of trail later on but it is not actually
JMT). This is avalanche country, new avalanche country. The valley's only
trees are young aspen, more bush than tree. It is open, dry, hot, with lots
of dead wood; all in all rather ugly. Woods Creek is interesting at times
but it is framed in what I call a "junky" landscape, lacking order. This
valley has been continually annihilated by avalanches of snow and rocks.
I am so uninspired by this valley, I shoot not a single picture after our
bath.
1400-1545 below Mt. Cedric Wright
36°53.331 / 118°25.274 - 9.3K' (80°F in shade)
At the first real trees we stop to rest
our feet, cool off in the shade and take a nap. Our bath is now long forgotten.
We are anxious to get back up to altitude and a beautiful alpine landscape.
I have seen enough aspen for the time being. Aspen sprout first on slopes
cleared by avalanche. They are such a symbol of ruin; they depress me.
Rising above the Woods Creek canyon to
the plateau above Twin Lakes we look for a camp site with water. The first
water we find is a trickling creek. It is unsuitable. This late in the day
we are quite weary, despite the nap, but we continue higher. The heat has
really slowed us down today.
Anxiously I scan for a small lake I located
on the map east of the path and about where we are. As we roll over one more
rise, there right before my eyes is a big 'ole "beautiful" lake right on
the path even though not on my map. Later, I realize this lake was on a lost
section of map that didn't print on my inkjet copy. "All is well that ends
well." In fact, I am elated that we can now stop and call it a day. (The
lake is not all that "beautiful" in reality, more like a shallow pond. But
at the time, considering my weariness, it was a great relief to find water
and stop for the night).
Above Woods Creek

1830-2030 above Twin Lakes 36°54.874
/ 118°23.870
From dawn to dusk we have come ten miles
in 100° heat. That includes breaks to wash clothes and nap. We are within
"striking" distance of Pinchot Pass. We have water and a fine view. Besides
all that, I need to take a c---. We camp here!
The threesome we passed earlier got the
prime campground at this location so we go a little off trail and find a
nice spot for dinner. We choose another spot for our bivies in amongst the
juniper with a view of Mt. Wynne and what I initially, mistakenly, identify
as Pinchot Pass. The morrow will prove me wrong as to the where abouts of
Pinchot. Fortunately, there is a well worn path to the Pass and you can't
miss it.