yeezy season got me on that ultralight wavy shit
there was a bigger better sign a little later but i wasn’t about to break my stride again
So i made it to Kennedy Meadows on time. Just to give a resolution to that tense cliffhanger i left off on. I was exhausted and i ended up doing a few unnecessary miles because i was originally headed to Grumpy Bear’s until Lullaby and Patient Zero turned me around to the General Store. It was a wise choice, that place was a party and a half. We discussed cults and dookies around the campfire for hours after hiker midnight. Also whoever was tented next to me got up at around 2am to vomit so that was fun.
I ended up zeroing there the next day with Keystone on a steady drip the whole time. Instead of taking a shower i just drank a lot of beer. Tom’s Place next door had a disc golf course so we played that too.
The next morning i went to Grumpy Bear’s for a breakfast with large pancakes which is turning into a theme out here. I got a new Sawyer because mine froze over at Nohawk’s trail magic and dodged getting sold on an ice axe.
After a slow and steady climb i made it to my first date with the Sierras.
We sat around a campfire by a river, both things were foreign experiences after the extended desert section. Jokes were on fire that night, the highlight being about how circumcision was ultralight. Also the birds flocked all around us which was cool, two of em dookied on my backpack.
The next day ye dropped and i might as well just stop here cuz nothing else will top that until he drops another album i guess. Stranded without signal i was forced to listen to every other Kanye album which okay it was still great. Also i had found that Hyper Potions put their stuff on Spotify which was fantastic, they make chiptune music that makes my soul feel good. I rolled up to Death Canyon Creek that night which was a lot more welcoming than the name suggests.
An uneventful day of hiking through 15 miles of postcards brought me into Horseshoe Meadow. Friendly trail angels gave rides down the 6000some feet off the mountains to the valley below, and one was waiting there when i rolled up. Forty five minutes later i was down in Lone Pine eating an avocado burger and downloading ye.
I got eager to hit the trail again the next day which was a miserable mistake. Everyone i camped with in Lone Pine left later and wound up on a lavender farm doing work for a day. Instead i sat at Chicken Spring Lake and played guitar. A short day the next day too, i finished reading Around The World In Eighty Days and camped with Mr. Freeze, Joe Dirt, and Joe Dirt’s bro whose name i forget sorry man.
oof this is already long i’ll break here and continue in another post about whitney and beyond
o, kennedy meadows south. a shipping container full of package containers full of bear-proof food containers for all the hikers. big vortex energy. big pancake energy.
the climb up to the sierra lows was savage. the breakout into the meadow is transcendent. the evening by the river was summertime.
sierras are nuts and amazing. i’m energized at the thought of them.
Hyper Potions on spotify too. they got an album called Collectors Box that assembles most of the real good tracks. bright, peppy, poppy chiptunes. if you want to know what most of my more dangerous perilous situations sound like it’s hard heavy breathing with their music in the background. relevant to this post is their single Surf, banging it loud in the endless meadows of the sierras.
the rush of tales through these days. i was for sure being in my place instead of documenting my thoughts. i still have many of them unfeatured, but i think i’ve spent all the very good ones in here. some lesser ones on here too, summarizing days and days of journey lowers overall quality oops. also i’ve gotten better at pruning fluff and focusing on substance lol out of shape earlier on in the trail huh lol
man i dunno 