Mile 751, Chicken Spring Lake
Sitting' pretty here at 11,200 feet. The Sierras are as demanding as they are beautiful, but I'm adjusting and loving them!
Left foot is giving me grief again, so I performed a little insole surgery to give it more room. Hopefully it holds up okay til Lone Pine in a few days. All in all though, the feet have been total champs. Gratitude to you, feeties!
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| Chicken Spring Lake. No chickens; too cold. |
Hurtled myself into an alpine lake at The Zone's encouragement, and it was glorious and mind-numbingly cold. We ended up camping there, and took a leisurely afternoon and 7:00 bedtime. I love sleeping with the sun and waiting for it to hit me in the morning to wake up. Much more cooperative, I think.
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