Next was another overnight in Mecca after a club hike. Our good friend Mary joined us, and took my position in the trunk, while I toughed it out in my brand new Tarptent. Misty & Jo trialed their new tent too and although all worked fabulously, it still wasn't quite roughing it....
And so Jo and Misty went for the gusto. In late April they took all their gear up the tram to camp at 9000' on Mt. San Jacinto. They did a little hike, found a beautiful campsite, set up camp and even felt strong enough to hike 4 more miles round-trip to the tram for a cocktail. The sun was setting as they returned, and as they described it to me, the temperature dropped just as precipitously. They scarfed down their camp stove dinner and leapt into their sleeping bags as the early evening descended into the 40's. It was a very cold and very long night for them both.
A few days later they went out and did it again! This time they chose to camp at Whitewater the same night a gale blew in, complete with swirling dust devils, howling winds, rain & sleet! By the time dawn arrived they threw everything into the car and headed to the nearest IHOP for a breakfast worthy of champions. The fact that Misty & Jo endured such extreme conditions on both occasions with smiles on their faces and funny stories to tell and still wanting to tackle the JMT, made me feel that we perhaps really could do this after all. The only thing left was to train.
Misty & Jo started to carry heavier backpacks in December, incrementally adding a few pounds as the weeks went on, hiking at least 3 days per week, carefully tracking their mileage to make sure they were hitting their target goals. I was training for both a 10K and Half-Marathon and so actually scaled down my hiking while I concentrated on the running, thinking I would pick it back up at the end of February. Which I did, but then ignominiously tore a calf muscle on a very weak jump shot in Pickleball in early March. That put an end to everything. I couldn't hardly walk for 2 weeks, and limped for 4. Finally at the beginning of May I started hiking again in earnest, and promptly got tendonitis in the other leg(!), which laid me up for another week. So I really had to start my training from scratch. Luckily, all's gone well since and after several weeks of just carrying water, I've added enough pounds of gear to my pack per week to get me to my trail weight of 31 lbs. Ouch. It kinda hurts. I've hiked it twice so far, for 6.5 & 8.5 miles and so far so good. The shining light of hope is that with every day of eating on the trail, my pack will get lighter! Nosh on!
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Carole & Phyllis slowed down for a few seconds to take a photo with us |
No Mum, you can't come too |
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Legs don't fail me now! |
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Huge thanks to our summer hiking buddies who willing go out on the trails with us slow-poke turtles! |
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