I finally have time to update this blog on my great John Muir Trail adventure. It began on August 17, 2011. I hope to add posts every few days attempting to describe a journey that was physically, emotionally and at time spiritually challenging. I ended up doing the trail solo. I started out with 5 people wanting to go and ended up walking off alone. In retrospect, It was probably the best way to go. I had only myself to rely on and had an opportunity to go at my pace and on my schedule without worrying about someone else's wants and needs. I met a lot of incredible people along the way and they will stay with me always. To those on the trail forums who complain about seeing too many people out there, they missed out. Part of what made this journey spectacular was the people who ventured to go that far, their heart and resiliance and in some cases their outwardly bizarre behavior. I loved them as much as the trail itself.

After a year of planning and 8 months of physically preparing I headed out from the Lyell Canyon trailhead. I had no idea how emotional it would be to walk away. It was the thing I wasn’t expecting. I think I must have cried as I walked off for about 5 minutes. It was a strange feeling leaving Jonathan, Dylan, Sean and the rest of my family behind for a month.
The first day I had planned out to be very light only 5-6 miles and I found a great campsite on the left side of the trail near the creek. My permit was checked twice, once by a ranger on a horse and a second time by a pair of trail volunteers.
I met a really nice couple, Ken and Theo who were also doing the JMT and also planned to spend a month doing it. They were going to camp at McClure Creek and head up Donahue in the early AM.
I set up a great camp about 2 miles before theirs, made a fire and went for a swim. The evening was uneventful until much later and I had my share of entertainment watching people walk by who couldn’t see me due to my location behind a slight hill and a few well placed rocks.
About 11 pm I was awakened by a bear trying to play hockey with my bearikade. I could hear grunts and some banging around as he/she pushed it around in the space I placed it. I quickly discovered bears don’t like those cheap Mylar space-blankets as rattling it about sent the creature running. It wouldn’t be my last encounter with the furry ones.