Wednesday 67

May 30, 2018

Miles 951-963

It’s actually Thursday morning at 5:13am as I write this. Yesterday was a tough day. I feel stressed and saddened. I’ve had more moments about “why am I doing this” in these past few days. Yosemite is tough. We are still “early” for these conditions. But yet, there never seems to be a perfect time. Yesterday we forded 4 creeks. Each time I was in water up to my knees, twice as deep as my hips. One particular crossing I didn’t have very good footing and neither did Justin, which when he vocalized that, it made me panic. Each crossing was a challenge on its own. We ended the day at 963 where we needed to to cross Wilson Creek, but by then it was late in the day and the water was high. We have to go have Benson Pass as well in 2.5 miles.

This isn’t hiking anymore. Postholing in knee to waist deep snow isn’t enjoyable. Putting crampons on to walk down a hillside because you can’t see the trail buried under snow, isn’t fun. Wondering what the next water crossing is going to look like is stressful. All of this is taking the fun out of this experience. This is why you shouldn’t enter the Sierras early. The crappy thing is the double edged sword we thought we had when we started. We had good weather and a low snow year. That good weather has continued, which in turn is melting the snow that’s here. Kerrick Creek is 16 miles. It’s known to be a tough crossing as well. I’m hoping after that, things dry out. But with that being said, that only gets us to Highway 108/Sonora Pass. I haven’t looked Passed that towards So. Lake Tahoe. I just don’t know anymore.

I’m mildly sad, which isn’t my norm. I’m sure Justin hates my dismal attitude and my lack of confidence. He believes in me and has been helping me along so I am ever so grateful for his friendship through this tough time. I want to keep going but I don’t know how much more of THIS I can justify.

**6/4/2018 As I briefly read my blogs now, I know there’s details from these next few days I didn’t blog about. As tired as I was when I wrote, the feelings were real and raw. I also recognize I took less photos on these days.