|Forest - Sierra Nevada 2004|
I spent the last night camped out near the San Joaquin River, at first alone, but in the morning surrounded by tents: other JMT hikers had arrived during the night.
But first in, first out: I got up in the dark, stiff and sore, crept out of the tent on all fours, pulling out tent pegs until I got unbent enough to stand up.
Then, back to the Florence Lake shuttle pickup spot, travelling way way up, then way way down (as I've mentioned before) through the dry chaparral landscape. Only photos taken were of some random forest scenes.