Part II. Kearsarge Pass to Kennedy Meadows (and Mt. Whitney Climb)
I had spotty service at the top of Kearsarge, so I messaged my dad and grandpa that I was coming down, but I didn’t actually meet up with them until 5 or 6 o’clock! Then we didn’t get down to the car together until about 6:30! It was SUPER GOOD to see my dad and grandpa again! The last time I’d seen my grandpa was at White Pass when they brought me my phone up in Washington (because I was an idiot and left it in my dad’s car after climbing Mt. Rainier)! And the last time I’d seen my dad was when we climbed Mt. Hood.
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I’d wanted to get there earlier though because I knew I’d want to rest in town. We ended up going into Independence and then we actually drove over to Lone Pine and got a room at the Best Western motel there. And then we went out to eat dinner…we just asked one of the guys at the desk where we could get a milkshake and a burger. And that was pretty good, but then we went back to the motel and I took a shower…or actually I think I took a shower before we went to dinner (I can’t remember what order it happened). I just remember it was bliss! A couch to sit on and a bed to lay on and wifi and good food in my stomach!
So we went to bed and we kind of rethought things…because I think my dad could tell that I wasn’t super anxious to get going fast in the morning! We had a pretty ambitious original plan to push a 25 to 30-mile day over Forester Pass to get all set-up for Whitney the next day! So instead we just didn’t set our alarms for the morning…but we did still wake up around 6:30 or so. We took our time in the morning, organizing things and getting ready to go! We went to the motel breakfast and then after that was when we really started getting ready faster! The original plan had been that my grandpa would drop us off at the trailhead and drive down to meet us at Horseshoe Meadows (after my dad and I climbed Whitney) where most of the PCT hikers get off for resupply in Lone Pine. So we decided we could actually just have a more chill day and my grandpa decided to hike with us and also camp with us that night. I told him he could use my hammock because I wanted to start getting used to sleeping on the ground (because I was preparing to do that in the desert). We didn’t get moving at Kearsarge until the afternoon. We climbed back up and over Kearsarge Pass, which is cooler than I expected it to be! Once up at the pass, you can see into the Sierras…all these rocky peaks and cool lakes. So we ended up hiking back to the PCT and only a few miles farther (because of our late start) to a good place to camp by water. We got camp all set up and we were all still feeling pretty fresh, just out of town that afternoon. My grandpa was having a bit of trouble with the altitude, but he’s 73 years old and still keeps on trucking with us! So that was pretty cool actually camping in the Sierras with him! A southbound PCT hiker came through while we were in camp…his hiker name was “Abandon” and he wasn’t planning on hiking Whitney, but he seemed like a really nice guy! He knew about me from hiking with Matt & Ashley, who I started hiking with at the beginning. So we had our dinner out there and got to bed and it was raining lightly for the first time in forever! I had fun showing my grandpa how I set up my tarp and hammock. Then my dad and I set up a little OR (Outdoor Research) pocket shelter to use…basically just a tarp connected to your trekking poles.
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So the next morning, I think my dad and I started hiking after breakfast, around 8 o’clock. We said bye to my grandpa who was hiking back out to the car. We planned on meeting him two nights later. Our plan that night was to get all the way to Crabtree Meadows and set-up for Whitney. So we did that and it was a SUPER FUN DAY! If I think back on it, that was one of my most fun days on the trail so far, I’d say! Hiking with my dad again! And we were still in the Sierras as we went up Forester Pass and we were meeting other JMT hikers and it was just super fun. There were some cool lakes on the way up to Forester. And once we were up and over Forester, looking at it from the other side, it’s not where you would expect the trail to go over that ridge, it’s just like a little notch! So we were down there and we looked back up and it was the same kind of thing as Pinchot, where we saw the view of the trail stretching on for a while! So that was really cool too! We also saw a guy that we’d seen earlier in the day with horses. From far away, at first it looked like a line of people, but it was this guy leading his horses over this really steep rocky pass! So that was super cool…because Forester is a pretty gnarly pass coming down that side! It’s the highest point on the actual PCT…even though most people jump up and hit Whitney (like we did) which is the highest point in the contiguous US. So my dad and I kept going and there were a couple more little mellow sort-of passes, but not big steep rocky ones…I don’t even think they’re called passes, more like just crests in the trail on the way up to upper Crabtree Meadows, just about 7.5 miles below Whitney. So that’s where we got all set up to camp. By the time we got to bed, it must have been almost 9 and raining lightly again, which was weird because the morning before it had cleared up and been nice. So we were hoping for another good weather window for Whitney. But we heard it was pretty windy up there and my grandpa Delorme-messaged us that there’d be high winds.
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So we woke up at midnight and by the time we got moving at 1 AM, the moon was up and there was a break in the clouds so we were happy we kind of got our window. We started climbing up and I’m pretty sure it was cold enough that we were still in our fleeces and pants. The idea was to be to the summit by sunrise! Then we planned to get back down to camp and pack up and hike the rest of the way out, which we thought would be about 25 miles total to get to Horseshoe Meadows (because you need to detour off the PCT a ways for that again). So at the time we thought it would be about 24 or 25 more miles. So we got going up, went past Guitar Lake, and it’s a pretty good climb up to Whitney! We got up there from camp in about 4 hours, around 5 AM. We had to stop at one point to put on our gloves and wind-shells because the winds at the top sure enough had some bite and were just hammering us!
So we got up to the little hut on the summit and the doorknob on the outside was broken…so we were trying to get in and these guys finally opened it from the inside. They were two climbers that had tried…oh I can’t remember what their route was, something on the northeast side or north side or east side. They had planned on getting up and down Whitney the day before, but they had overestimated themselves or underestimated the route…so they were in the hut in just their belay parkas and shells, but without sleeping bags. They were also almost out of food and I don’t know what their water situation was, but they were shivering together under this emergency space blanket in this hut! My dad and I had left most of our gear back at our campsite, but we had brought our stove and cider and oatmeal…or actually I can’t remember if we brought the oatmeal…I know we only ended up making the cider and passed it around. I was PRETTY COLD! We’d brought our sleeping bags and pads too, so I rolled out my pad and sleeping bag and put on the down booties that my dad brought me (because I told him my feet were getting cold at night in the Sierras) and tried to stay as warm as possible! So the two guys were super grateful for the cider we offered them (we’d brought plenty)! And they said it was just a day-changer for them!
So while we were all in there, we heard a knock at the door and we let this other guy in and shared the cider with him too! We’d seen a pack stashed at the Whitney portal, but we didn’t know the story behind it. Then we found out he’d gotten up there about an hour before us and didn’t know he could get into the hut…just this little 10×12 foot room. So he’d just been huddling behind some rocks trying to get shelter from the wind, which must have just been FREEZING COLD! Then more people started showing up and coming in, waiting for the sunrise like us! One guy had some way of checking and told us it was 16 degrees with 60 mph winds up there! So it’s the COLDEST I’VE BEEN in a long time! But in the shelter we had on our down coats…I don’t think I ever put my long johns on, but my down and my gloves and my warm hat and my face tube, as well as hand warmers in my gloves and in my shoes! So we went out and took our sunrise pictures and videos! But then we wished the climbers luck and stuff and started heading down!
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It must have taken us 3 or 4 hours to get back down. We stopped along the ridge where we had cell service though! It was another one of the rare places you can get cell service in the Sierras…the top of Whitney and just a few little notches along the ridge that you climb next to that look down on Lone Pine. So we got down and back to our camp and I think the brutally cold weather and the lack of sleep just took a toll on both of us! And you really have to think about it in perspective…what my dad was doing, with no training, just off-the-couch…besides jumping up to hike the PCT, but also at my seasoned pace. (Because I kind of eased into it when I started, like a 10-mile road walk into Hart’s Pass and then some 17-mile days and then it wasn’t until almost a week in that I started doing 25-mile days. The bigger mileage wasn’t until southern Washington…or actually we did have one 30-mile day getting into Snoqualmie Pass.) So I think my dad was really feeling it that day, he was pretty sore! And after we had packed up, we really got going from camp later than we wanted to, sometime past noon. I could tell my dad was SO DEMORALIZED knowing we had to go another 25 miles! So we researched it a little more and realized that the Half-Mile app really wasn’t ideal for us based on the fact that it is designed for northbounders. So the exit that it had marked for Horseshoe Meadows was the first PCT exit for northbounders and the quickest way for them definitely! But I realized that about 17 miles from our camp heading southbound was Cottonwood Pass and we could drop into Horseshoe Meadows from there! I didn’t know exactly how long that trail was. It turned out to be another 4 miles, so still 21 miles for us since camp…but better than it would have been for us to go to the 23 miles to the other PCT exit and then 2 miles from that exit into Horseshoe Meadows! It was definitely a better way!
So we planned on going there and my grandpa would meet us and we’d hike together to camp and have a big steak dinner and salad that my grandpa got…like awesome car-camping food! But we didn’t get in…because my dad was deep in his pain cave pushing that mileage the second half of the day! I mean I was pretty exhausted too! If you think about the elevation gain we did that day just getting up to Whitney, plus the lack of sleep, and the distance, it was clearly one of my biggest days on the PCT! We figured out that with Whitney, it must have been 36 miles! So it was PRETTY BRUTAL! And it was REALLY COLD again that night…we had to stop and bundle up when we had to get our headlamps out. It had been sunny earlier, we’d had good weather, but there was a cold front AND I was just still chilled from Whitney so I had been hiking in a fleece all day, which is super unusual for me! I had even tried to hike in my short-sleeved shirt and shorts, but I was just SO COLD! So we ended up not finding my grandpa’s tent at this car campsite in Horseshoe Meadows until about 11:15 PM. So we woke my grandpa up…and my dad was JUST DONE! He had just enough strength to get water and he was just limping around. We were both just so tired we could barely function! I just remember it was one of the most tired, just beat conditions I’ve ever seen my Dad! He made some hot chocolate for himself and he said his mouth had been dry–like cottonmouth–all day, too…he couldn’t get his mouth to stay moist. So hot chocolate was the only thing that sounded good to him! So we both had hot chocolate and a few bites of potato salad! My grandpa got up and was hanging out with us…and I think he was a little bit amused by how beat my dad was. So when we finally got in bed about 12:30, we’d been up for more than 24 hours and we had no plans of going anywhere fast in the morning!
It wasn’t as restful a night as I had hoped for…I think I was over-exhausted and it was still so cold! But as we were waking up in the morning, my grandpa got up and was SUPER NICE catering to us! He brought us skillet-toasted English muffins with lots of peanut butter and honey while we stayed in the tent, trying to keep warm. They tasted so good! I don’t think I even got out of the tent until 9 o’clock or later when the sun hit us. When we finally did, my grandpa made us sausage and eggs and I remember we were just sitting there enjoying the warmth and the luxury of sitting still.
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We didn’t get going that day until about 2 o’clock, when my grandpa saw us off at the trail. We wanted to do close to 16 miles that day, but like I said before, there were are multiple ways into Horseshoe from the PCT, so we kind of just opted for an alternate route by cutting out farther south onto the PCT. So we still did all the hiking, I just considered it an alternate…an unofficial PCT alternate like we’ve had a few of before (thinking about Rainier and Hood). So anyway, we started hiking and my dad’s mouth was super dry and he said his gut was weird all day…and he was experiencing some leftover injuries from the day before, like foot cramps. But I could tell he was refreshed and feeling a lot better. Because we got a later start than we wanted to again, we didn’t get into camp until right around 9 PM. But we didn’t really realize how sparse water would be on that section already! We had to walk a little over a quarter mile from camp at Death Canyon Creek (because the creek was dry) to get water from this little spring. That took a little while because I had to fill the Sawyer bladder by hand and then filter it! Luckily someone had left a little tupperware container that helped with that, but it was still time consuming. So I got back to camp and my dad had the tent and everything set up and I started cooking.
We actually carried some Mountain House meals this section because they were bigger meals to share and I was happy about that! The meals Cayden and I prepared aren’t bad, but it’s just nice to switch it up! So we had lasagna. The other thing we made that grandpa asked us to try was a Knorr pasta side, cheesy macaroni with broccoli. If you look at the instructions, it says to bring water and milk to a boil in a pot and then keep it boiling while you stir it to get it fully cooked. But my grandpa wanted to see if it would work to do it in one of the Mountain-House-type bags…so he had cleaned one out and sent it with us. I poured the Knorr meal in there. My dad was thinking it wouldn’t work because technically you’re supposed to maintain the boil to fully rehydrate it…and especially at our elevation, he was skeptical! (So we had an extra beef stroganoff meal just in case!) So my dad had me stir it around a lot and we let it sit in there a long time. So when we finally opened our meals up, my dad started eating the lasagna and I opened up the Knorr pasta meal in the Mountain House bag…and I just saw cheese water (we had put way too much water in)! I think where we went wrong was when my dad used the water-reference lines that were on the Mountain House bag (or I think it was actually a Backpackers Pantry meal bag or something). So it had a line for 1.5 cups, which was the designated amount of water for the meal that had come in the bag…and so my dad filled it to there because the Knorr meal said it required 2 cups. But as he filled it, it took more than 2 cups to get it to that line! And my dad said, “This is just weird, let’s just leave it at that!” So I think what happened though is that the original freeze-dried meal had more volume to it so we ended up putting in way too much water instead of too little. So it was SUPER SOUPY and when I took a bite of the noodles, which were way down below the cheesy water, they were just ALL MUSHY. So I was eating it and it was okay because I liked the cheese flavor. But I wanted my dad to try it to see how it turned out, so when I thought there were just a couple bites left of the pasta (mush), I handed it to him and said, “Here, you can try a few bites before it’s gone and then I’ll drink the rest of the cheese water!” (I think I’ve become a lot less picky about food now since being on the PCT because calories are so important to me!) I think my dad misheard me…because he said he tried to get some noodle bites, but it didn’t really seem like there was much left, so he decided he was just going to go for it and drink the cheesy water. Oh and grandpa had sent me with these real bacon bits to put in there too, so I had put those in…so there were also some mushy bacon bits floating in the cheesy water. So my dad started drinking this and I could see through the fabric of the tarp that his head tipped up (because he was wearing his headlamp) and then I watched as it tipped back down…and all of a sudden he was scrambling for the door and as he hurried out and put the meal down, he said, “WATCH OUT, BUDDY!” He ran out of the tent in his socks, ran over to the nearest rock, and started puking it ALL OUT! …like all the lasagna he’d had, too! Since we’d switched out meals, right then I was eating the lasagna and I told him afterwards that it didn’t really phase me after a few seconds…I just kept eating the lasagna while he was puking it up! But he said he thought it was those floating bacon bits in the cheesy water! So he was just DONE! I could tell that he wasn’t going to want to eat anything else, but he knew he’d have to get calories the next morning! I felt so bad for him! I think that was part of his bowel problems. I think his whole body was just having trouble regulating because he’d worked it so hard at such a high elevation, off the couch! It’s really IMPRESSIVE when I stop to think about it actually! So he climbed into bed and I cleaned up everything that night so he could just stay in bed. But he said we might have to make the beef stroganoff for breakfast because he’d need to get calories in him because we needed to do another 26 miles the next day! He gives me a bad time now because he says that I told him it was only 25! But I’m pretty sure I told him it was 26 and then he must have rounded down to 25 so then I started referencing 25 whenever we talked about it! But it must have confused him along the way! And I didn’t tell him until a little ways into that day, “You know it’s actually 26, right?” And he said afterwards, that last mile was really one of the MOST BRUTAL for him!
So the next morning, we wanted to get going early so we could actually meet grandpa at a decent time! But we were slow getting up in the morning because it was REALLY COLD cold again! And I really wanted my dad to get as much sleep as he could after the rough night he’d had. So I got up and was making breakfast and we ended up using more water than we thought we would! We had filtered a bunch of water the night before, but had used a lot to make the beef stroganoff and I was making my bag of dry cereal mixed with powdered milk that my mom sent me! And we also had a packaged creme brulee dessert. I think my dad had wanted to save something that wasn’t dry to have for breakfast! So we were kind of passing those around. I ate most of the cereal and then we ate the creme brulee, and my dad forced down almost the entire beef stroganoff meal. His mouth was still SUPER DRY, so everything he ate that day had to be forced down and with a lot of water. I felt really bad for him!
We started walking that day at around 10 o’clock. But before we left, I walked back behind the campsite to go to the bathroom and…first of all, right by our campsite earlier we had found a pair of shorts…and then right on the ground on my way to go to the bathroom, I found a pair of Native sunglasses! So I took those to my dad because I knew that he liked Native and they were actually good road-biking glasses! So he thought that was cool to find those…like a little gift there! So we started hiking and my dad was really doing pretty good for the condition he was in and all the pains he was experiencing. Starting that late, we saw some people that probably worked for the forest service or something, cutting logs on a trail out there. And the only other people we saw were some hunters…apparently that morning was the opening of the season. We were carrying a bunch of water because we didn’t know if there would be water between our campsite and South Kennedy! It turned out there was, which was good too, because we would have gone through all of the water we were carrying and my dad needed it. But it wasn’t much! It was the south fork of the current river so you’d think it would have good flowing water, but it was just pretty stagnant, slow moving flow. We were talking to a hunter there who has been going there since he was a kid and was talking about the “good old days” before it was super crowded. But he did like how they’ve made it a wilderness…apparently there used to be jeep roads everywhere.
The whole day was pretty cool because we were transitioning out of the Sierras into the desert so it was kind of cool seeing the transition happen quickly. We ended up hiking into the night again and didn’t get into camp until 9:30. Six miles out from camp, we stopped to put headlamps and my dad got all bummed out because he thought he left his Snickers bar at the river…he REALLY was looking forward to his Snickers! So instead, I looked over and saw him with a Mountain Huckleberry flavored GU (energy packet) in his hand and then water in the other and I could tell the pack of GU was almost empty. He’d just squeezed it into his mouth and was swigging it down with water and then suddenly he just heaved forward as he pulled the water away from his mouth and leaned over and start puking again!!! His poor stomach was just not having it! There were certain things that would just set it off! So he’s like, “I used to love these Huckleberry GU’s!” …and I said, “You’re not going to like them anymore!”
So anyway, we put our lamps on and we’re hiking in…and like I said, that last mile was brutal for my dad! He kind of had an idea of how far we’d gone in his head, and how much elevation we’d gained…and I was referencing my Half-Mile app…so he’d ask me, “What’s the damage?” I’d tell him and it was usually just a little bit more than he’d guessed…a little more elevation gain or mileage to go! So he started calling it my “Torture” app! When we got into camp this time my grandpa wasn’t asleep yet, but he was already in the tent. He’d hiked about 8 miles up! Then he asked us, “Do you remember seeing a sign hanging over the middle of the trail?” And I remembered my dad having seen a broken sign posted over the middle of the trail and he’d said, “Oh somebody didn’t like this sign!” But it turned out it was already broken on the side of the trail and my grandpa just put it across the trail so we’d remember something that he could reference where he was! So I was able to give my grandpa a good laugh telling him my dad’s puke stories…especially from the night before! My dad was just beat again, though! I knew I needed a full meal so I made a Knorr pasta side (the right way this time), a Fettucini one. But my dad just brushed his teeth and went to bed! The tent was already set up again, which was nice! So I made myself a meal and some hot chocolate and climbed into bed after them!
So that catches me up to today! It’s Sunday now and this morning we got up sooner than the day at Horseshoe (I don’t think we were quite as beat..the day before hadn’t been quite as big of a day as the previous one)! The whole thing was just a big trip for my dad to suffer through and he SUFFERED WELL! I’d say he’s the best off-the-couch mountaineer and hiker I know! It was SUPER FUN hiking with him! So we got up this morning and had more English muffins, but it was windy so my dad and I were sitting in the front of my grandpa’s car, his Lexus. And my grandpa was using the side that was protected from the wind as his cooking area for the stove, with the back seat door open and the seat folded down! And then he’d pass more toasted English muffins with peanut butter and honey up to us. They were SO GOOD, I don’t know what it was about them, but they were just VERY GOOD! And we were getting catered to again because he made us pancakes after that! So we had a NICE BIG BREAKFAST!
Then I started organizing my stuff to take today, the stuff I’ll need for the desert. And then I was leaving some stuff behind to send home with my dad…like my hammock and the stupid bear can that I was DONE with (and isn’t required anymore)! So I’m happy about that!
We drove down to the Kennedy Meadows store because my grandpa had been there the day before, but he didn’t know if there would be wifi. We thought there were showers, but apparently they had to shut them off because they were having water problems. But there was still a running-water bathroom! So I signed into the hiker registere there, washed my socks, and filled up some water at the spigot because (it was kind of a crappy little car-camping site) there was no water there either because of water problems…I don’t know if it was drought-related or if the pipes started to freeze or what! So then he told us there was wifi at this restaurant a few miles away! So we went there and got ice cream and stuff…I got a chocolate milkshake! It was pretty crappy wifi, but I was able to get a few texts out and look up some water reports. I decided that I didn’t want to hitch into Lake Isabella from Walker Pass (which I’m headed to now)…it’s about 50 miles from South Kennedy Meadows. But there’s only one good water source between here and there! (So my dad and grandpa actually DeLorme-messaged me already that they went and stashed some water there for me after they left…so I won’t have to detour to get water!) So we went back to camp after that and we left my grandpa’s car running to charge my phone because I hadn’t really gotten a chance to do that while camping! So I’ve got at least some charge on it now! And then we FINALLY made our steak and salad that we had this WHOLE TIME (which on two separate nights we’d been looking forward to but hadn’t gotten to camp early enough to make and eat)! So I had this big steak and my portion of the potato salad that was left and some Caesar salad. Then I finished packing up my stuff and then ate most of my dad’s and grandpa’s steak that they couldn’t finish!
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Then they finally got me going! My dad was kind of giving me a bad time! I think he was right…he said he could tell I was kind of waffling around because he thought I was subconsciously delaying the inevitable LEAVING! I mean it had just been nice hanging out with my dad and grandpa again. I think it was the first time I’ve hung out with just the two of them camping since I was 10 and it was still just the three of us at the White River fly-fishing trip we do in Colorado!
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So they saw me off at the trailhead and I’ve been walking through the desert, which seems like an abrupt change from the Sierras! It was really flat for a long time with sagebrush and crossing a lot of dirt roads and pipe gates for cattle and barbed-wire fences, and right past old shacks and cabins and dried-up water sources! Now I’m climbing through this valley, without any trees or anything and I’m watching the trail stretch around. It’s kind of cool, I guess!
The advice my dad gave me was: “DON’T WISH IT AWAY!” Because in the desert now, I am feeling like I’m close to the end of my trip! And I think especially after seeing my dad and grandpa, I’m extra excited to get home and see the rest of my family!
I’m gonna crank out while still trying to enjoy this last stretch of the trip through the desert! It sounds like Cayden is a week ahead of me now. He went through the Sierras pretty fast. My goal is to finish October 22nd because that will be 4 months from when we started hiking. Cayden calculated the zero days and stuff and figured out that if he finishes on the 12th, it will have taken him actually 100 full hiking days, I believe, to finish the PCT…factoring out zero days. So we both have our goals and we’re pushing through to get ‘em! So yeah, wish me luck!