We came, we conquered, we were whipped, and we relaxed our feet in a clear mountain stream. This hike is always a gem; the views of the crags are magnificent. The wooded trail—with its multiple switchbacks crossing the last remaining water being given up by the traces of snowpack—was amazing. And to follow that thought, the wooded nature sheltered us from the stealthy onslaught of early summer heat, here at the end of winter.
It felt hot and long on our last upward traverse to Sabin Point and the five-mile mark before our turnaround. Lunch seemed longer than normal on that shady, rocky point. Yet in the end, we mastered the art of an upright stance and began our march back. For me, it was a two-pole walk back down the uneven and rocky trail. When finally someone said, "Is this a good spot to rest our feet in the stream?"—definitely. It was a perfect pause as the clock struck four and the thermometer reached what felt like 90.
The last decline was, as always, the most difficult part of the hike: the Dog Trail down cobbles to the cars. But just before that, there was time enough for a group picture at the hairpin between the Dog and the PCT. Cheers to the eight of us for a day well spent. (Choose your meaning of the word spent).
Bob
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