This is Mike’s worst: coming down on a route composed of rickety rock, plowing through teetering slabs of unsteady shale. Now and then what looks like a trail appears, only to vanish after a bit (drainage patterns ?) And by now, his legs are basically shot: he slips and falls at least three or four times. (It's in all the mountaineering books: "Poor bloke—the bulk of his energy was utilised in the ascent, hardly anything was left for the descent.") After the worst of the rocks is over Mike teeters on down, slipping and sliding. Sometimes his legs do a little involuntary criss-cross. He consumes some Fritos and beer while overlooking the cloud-shadowed Tioga Road, and eventually reaches the trailhead at 3 PM.
We will recall an earlier Fritos & Beer pix here.
Photo: Fritos & Beer—Sierra Nevada, 2000