John Muir Shelter May 4, 2015

Woke up in the middle of the mountains.  First time I was able to beat the crew out of camp.  Set off to head up Mather Pass.  The elevation wasn’t quite as tiring from the previous day, but we still had to search for the snowy covered trail throughout the whole day.  The morning couldn’t of gone any better.  We got down the pass before the snow started melting.  Glissading down the north slope helped us get down quite a bit faster.  Since none of us had ever glissaded before, it was an interesting trial and error ordeal.  None of us had ice axes… Making it really hard to stop once you picked up speed.  After hitting some bumps on the tailbone, I knew something needed to be changed.  I started sliding down the slope with one foot in front of me and I would sit back on my other ankle.  Eventually, after passing countless waterfalls pouring right off the cliffs, we made it down to the floor.  Kept following a river for miles on end. Massive trees bounded us into the undergrowth.  Miles flew by with a clear trail to hike on.  We started climbing up, attempting to make it to John Muir Shelter.  The first miles were going great, we hadn’t hit any snow fields.  That all changed rapidly.  Climbing in the snowy mountains, looking for the trail can get discouraging REAL fast.  With the flurries starting to fall down, I got out all my clothes to keep me warm.  After brutal post holing hip plus deep, Malkolm had enough.  I tried to carry his water, so the team could stick together.  But enough was enough for him, he broke out his bivy and sleeping bag and posted up.  Told him we would wait for him to catch us at the shelter before we left in the morning.  By now, Baldor was way out in front.  I pressed on hoping the fake summit was insight.  After strategically hoping rock to rock to stay afloat over massive snow fields, I made it to the other side.  Short quarter-mile climb and the famous rock shelter appeared in the distance.  This is no ordinary shelter.  It was built in the 1930’s by the High Sierra Club.  The rock shelter had an incredible dome shaped ceiling.  The west side of the shelter has a window in it where you can watch the sun set.  For this time of the year it was perfect.  A rock ledge lined the inside of the shelter for people to sleep on.  The historic rustic shelter was a perfect place to end a 24 mile day on TOP of the world.

Knotts