This is right before Sonora Pass and it was so beautiful. The only problem that we had with it was that we were getting HAMMERED with wind. We're no windologists but our calculations would put it at a very steady 50 mph. BUT whenever the wind would stop we would wipe our very watery eyes (and noses) and soak in the views. It was awesome!
So beautiful! Did we tell you about the wind?
Most of the time the cairns tell you where the trail is and sometimes you just have to follow the pyramids.
Almost Awesome thinks she found Cheryl Strayed's missing boot! Come on Cheryl, Leave No Trace!
South of Carson Pass and the landscape is changing a bit. The mountains here are more volcanic basalt so there texture is much more rough but there seems to be more grasses and greenery.
What can we say? Sometimes it is best to just be still and not say anything.
We met a group of Eagle Scouts who were cycling from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic. We chatted with them and shared stories. We were envious that they had vans and trailers full of moms following them that were loaded with food. They were the cycling equivalent of Sherpas! They were REALLY nice and shared their lunch with us and it was honestly like a buffet made for hikers! Fresh fruit, chips, sandwiches, and calorie laden junk food.
One of the Eagle Scout's moms asked us if we wanted a bottle of wine to take with us and we said no because we didn't want to carry the big glass bottle. She then said, "no problem, i have some empty plastic bottles!" And viola! We were feeling classy walking through beautiful meadows with our bottle of wine but we had no cheese to round out our bourgeois ways until our buddy, Crusher, rolled up to our camp. We asked him to join us as we drank wine and he said to wait a second as he dug deep into his food canister. To our delight he whipped out a pack of cheese on cheese crackers and moved the party to the next level! Backpacker Magazine, this is how you camp!
Us and our buddy, Crusher, enjoying the Eagle Scout vino!
Blue Skies and Johnny Rocket taking a "table break" at the Harrah's Casino buffet in Stateline, NV. We felt like this was a wise choice monetarily and calorically! We put quite a dent in the buffet but THE FOOD JUST KEPT COMING OUT!! We were valiant but we were no match to the Harrah's juggernaut.
Possum on his table break. He looked a little chilly so we covered him up.
Half a block from Harrah's and the gravitational pull on Possum's stomach was just too strong! They should really have a shuttle service for hikers from the fancy buffets back to the cheap motels.
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