it is time for our annual migration. Climbing 2400 ft in 2.8 mi this is The Hangover.
and our coterie of usual suspects.
plus 1. Welcome Tim!
we literally watch the colors evolved before our eyes over the course of 3 days. Heading up on a Thursday we got to relax. I set a record for my heaviest pack ever up the hill. 64 lbs. I knew there would be no water.
we pretty much nailed the weather window so it was a good call by AJ to pick this particular weekend.
Jeff was a very welcome new addition as well. He made quick work out of our climb.
we had some beautiful fires sunrises and sunsets. But because it was dry up there we had to go down deep Creek one mile and 1,000 vertical feet. That made for another big carry on Saturday.
Chambers does the pumping and the carrying uphill.
John is ready to break out in song. Three Johns up here. You would think it a brothel.
the star photo belongs to Myers and it is stunning.
this of course is our shout out to the boys of the Muir faction. This tradition is theirs. We miss you guys.
which Monty Python character is being channeled here?
and so ends another glorious and perfect weather weekend atop The sacred ground of Hangover. I’m so thankful for this place and the friends who join me there.