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arid trek | ||||
spending the previous night just below Forester Pass at 12,600 ft was the highest camp we established throughout our journey on the JMT | ||||
16 miles | ||||
taking a break at the junction to Shepherd Pass... at this point we were a mere 16.1 miles from Mount Whitney | ||||
first glimpse | ||||
our first glimpse to the highest peak of the lower 48 states of the United States of America... Mount Wihtney | ||||
stepping stones | ||||
fording across Wright Creek on precarious stepping stones | ||||
amongst giants | ||||
Leon being dwarfed by the many mature pine trees in this forest | ||||
gang of four | ||||
Max Wilcox, Drake McDonald, Rene Aguilar, and Tito Menjivar... our friends on the JMT | ||||
couple | ||||
Natty and Kelvin having their lunch under the shade of the giant pine tree | ||||
zoom | ||||
Tito zooms ahead and in a moment dissappears into the woods | ||||
practice makes perfect | ||||
Alan and Steve practicing the art of reclination with the master | ||||
timberline lake | ||||
glancing towards the last challenge of our voyage... climbing the Sierra Crest one last time over Trail Crest | ||||
bouldering | ||||
at the fringe of the timberline where boulders and rocks dominate | ||||
meditating | ||||
like a giant radar antennae, Alan attempts to communicate with extraterrestrial beings | ||||
camp by the guitar | ||||
a perfect last campsite with a perfect view for our last night in the wilderness on the JMT | ||||
waterworks | ||||
harvesting the pristine fluids at the outlet of Guitar Lake | ||||
last supper | ||||
time for a feast as we emptied our canisters for one last grand meal in the wilderness | ||||
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