August 31, 2015
A companion piece to last week’s wildflower blogpost. I’ve been off the John Muir Trail for three weeks now and it’s funny how even after such a short time, my ever so selective memory continues to reassess my time on the trail. I told myself that although I had an amazing time on the trail, it was something I wouldn’t attempt again. For a week after I got home, I had a hard time walking erect, my feet and ankles swelled, a gargantuan bruise developed on my right thigh and glute (almost alarming enough to send me running – or limping – to Kaiser’s urgent care), my clothes fit me like a scarecrow, and I felt even more haggard than I looked in the mirror. And now, reliving my memories through my photographs, journal entries and map notes, I can’t wait to try it again one of these summers. I do consider myself lucky in so many respects. First, just being able to take the time off to do such a trip two successive summers is a blessing. And now with so many other hikers being forced off the trail because of smoke from California’s wildfires, and many others rethinking or canceling their trips outright, I realize I was fortunate I finished before the smoke got really bad. Please enjoy this gallery and join me in praying, chanting and doing a rain dance for an early, wet rainy season for the western US.