Holy High Sierra

We hit the ground running with a 22-mile first day, putting us just a few miles from the approach to Forester Pass, the highest point on the PCT. People kept telling us that it would be easier because we live in Denver and are used to the altitude. Can confirm it was not easy. Partially because Joanna (recent trail name Blueberry) lost a hiking pole in a river crossing. We made it over, though, and slid down the snow on the other side with Arvark and 2J, meeting some other happy hikers at the bottom. Then came Walnut and Pecan, a retired couple and self-proclaimed “couple of nuts.” Pecan introduced himself by asking us to see if he “still had an ass” after the slide. Today we’re heading into Bishop for our premature resupply box (we underestimated our abilities), a replacement pole, and real food.