Lower Rock Creek Crossing, 14 miles from Horseshoe Meadow trailhead. Got caught in a storm the night before, had to spend the night trailside catching rainwater and eating cold dinner.
Got up in the morning and finished the 3 miles to the crossing.
Here we watered up and feasted on the hot food we should have enjoyed the night before.
Guyot peak, which we circumnavigated (to the right) after the clmb out of Rock Creek Canyon.
On the PCT northbound
On the PCT, looing back at Guyot
At the edge of the Guyot Plateau, about to descend to Crabtree Meadows. This is looking east to the Sierra Crest
Sierra Crest - and it's about to rain again.
Swollen Whitney Creek
Timberline Lake outlet creek. This creek nearly carried my pack away when I just missed throwing my pack across. Jordan's quick feet saved it.
Timberlane Lake outlet
Arriving at Guitar Lake
That's where we're going!
I was too tired to even autofocus after another 14 mile day. Jordan still looks fresh. Remember being 22?
Marmots look cute. Then they chew through your pack straps, and you realize that Carl had it right - they are varmint Cong.
Guitar Lake over breakfast, and the first (and only) real sunshine of the trip.
Great Western Divide in the backdrop
Our campsite the night before was atop that shelf above the guitar's neck.
Jordan and Mt. Hitchcock
Stone work on the switchbacks on the backside of Whitney
Sky Pilot - Only grows above 13,000ft.
Junction with trail coming over from the front. Go left to go to the top.
Looking down the front to Whitney Portal. By now Jordan was sprinting to the top, as I chugged along falling farther behind - we were trying to beat another approaching storm. It was a little dicey.
That frozen thing is the highest named lake in North America, Tuleinyo lake.
Not sure looking at this - Langley?
Down the frontside
The door to the hut was apparently left open over the winter. On previous trips, I've gone inside. This time, the interior was a giant block of ice.
Jordan atop the lower U.S.
We didn't stay up long - storm coming. The top and the ridgeline are no place to be in a thunderstorm.
A very rapid descent back to our packs at the trail junction.
The rain is here again. The lightning is on the other side of the owens Valley, but we're still sprinting.
No ice ax, no shortcut. Damn.
Descending the front switchbacks. We were supposed to stop at Trail Camp and spend the night, but it was pouring rain, and we were pretty sick of being wet, so we just kept going, with visions of pizza and beer keeping our very heavy feet moving.