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<\/a>\nEventually, Katie, Connor, Roi, Matthew and I headed out. <\/p>\n
Date: June 3, 2017 Miles: 704.6 – 716.46 I was buzzing with anxiety today as I got ready to leave Kennedy Meadows and Tim. I had a monster backpack on my back, my big Salomon waterproof boots on my feet, and a multitude of Sierra fears in my brain. Eventually, Katie, Connor, Roi, Matthew and … <\/p>\n<\/a>
\nThe temperature was high and my feet were roasting in the big boots, so I stopped every chance I got to rest and soak my feet in cold water. I became increasingly crabby with the weight and constant squeakiness of my Osprey pack…it felt as though a small man was bear hugging me and refusing to let go. But I knew that the real source of my irritability was my intolerance of change and of being out of my comfort zone, so I resolved to work on those things as I walked and hoped for the best. <\/p>\n<\/a>
\nAt the end of the day, we camped with another hiker named High Risk in a neat little campground tucked away above the South fork of the Kern River and a bridge with swallows nests tucked underneath it. <\/p>\n<\/a>
\nConnor and Katie went to take a swim in the river and I joined them for a bit, then I went to watch the birds zip in and out of their homes. As they all randomly let poo bombs fly into the river, I was reminded that I needed to filter water and then make some dinner before getting some sleep, so I did those things and then drifted off with a full belly and a still mind. <\/p>\n<\/a>
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