It’s a Tuesday morning in July, just after sunrise. I’ve already pounded out three miles all uphill, close to a thousand feet of elevation gain under my dirty, well they used to be pink and grey, once upon a time on a mountain, Saucony trail runners. The sun is just starting to peak out above …
Sometimes mountains just don’t want to be climbed. It’s 7 p.m. And I’m sitting in a camp chair three thousand feet below Whitney Portal Campsite; Our lovely prereserved campsite in the alpine forest. I have not stopped sweating for a minute for the past ten hours between the 105-degree temperatures driving through the desert and …