that sunrise up over a Joshua tree in
Southern California because I should
have already been walking by then if
I wanted to get somewhere before the
sun decided that it wanted to make a
roast out of me. Carrying eight liters
of water for a 38-mile dry section in
90-degree heat or simply freezing in
a tent at 9,000 feet because I laughed
at the fact a storm was going to bring
rain in Southern California and ended up shivering while it snowed. And
ultimately getting a trail name that is
synonymous with my unfortunate lack
of bowel movements in the beginning of
the first section. Moments that summed
up Southern California in a nutshell.
Insanely gorgeous and super surprising.
To say Southern California is gorgeous
is perfect. But after walking through
what many said was the worst section,
I was now at the doorstep of the Sierra’s
itching to open it. And the only way to
describe what I saw when I opened that
door is nothing short of breathtaking.
When my muscles started to hurt
more than usual, and I wished I could
literally buy oxygen, I knew I made it to
the Sierra. Sierra literally meant granite
peaks, extreme altitude, and a view that
HD doesn’t know how to handle. Man