Got up at 5:12, after an exhaustive night’s sleep, tossing and turning, back burning, legs cramping, mostly dehydrated and worn out from yesterday’s exertion. At about 2:00 AM I got up and went down to the lake to purify more water to drink. It was an absolutely beautiful night, with shooting stars above the big fractured granite monolith that overlooks the lake, with a few scraggly trees holding onto the nearly vertical face of the cliff. The quarter moon was up, not so bright that I couldn’t see the Milky Way splashed across the sky.
So at 5:12, I woke up Betty and we got packed to walk the 9 miles to Red’s Meadow. Long downhill, no time to look around much, as we heard our showers calling. Mostly red fir forest, I think. Burned areas were full of gooseberries and ripe currants, upon the latter of which we stopped to feast.
Red’s Meadow is close to the Devil’s Postpile, which I have never seen in real life. I’ve always wanted to go, and here I finally am. I wonder why all these columnar basalt formations are named for the Devil: The Devil’s Causeway, Devil’s Tower, Devil’s Postpile. Any explanations out there?
We arrived at Red’s Meadow at about 11:05 AM. Betty had told Dwight Worden to expect us there around 11:00. Damn! She’s good! I was totally spent from the bad night and the stress of the previous day. But Dwight and Tom were there waiting. Tom met me with a Haagen Dasz ice cream bar (I haven’t eaten one in years! It was good!), which we split. Then down to Mammoth to a condo we had rented. The shower felt awesome. Doing laundry now. Had a great salad for lunch, with pea sprouts and a crab cake. The first living vegetables I have eaten in a week. Now I’m imagining dinner…
Looks and sounds like a great trip. Enjoy being a part of it from this distance. Makes me want to get out on the trail again, instead of stuck here for a few months.
I’m enjoying the John Muir Trail vicariously through your posts! Anxioulsy awaiting more stories, and wondering if you did any waltzing with bears?!
You’ll have to stay tuned to the blog to find out, won’t you, Anne?
The “Devil” is attributed to anything the early settlers could not explain. It must be the “Devil’s work.” I think I learned this on a road trip with Nigel, perhaps after we visited Devil’s Post pile.
The Devil’s postpile is such an amazing formation. Did you go by Rainbow Falls? (I might have to read more of your blog to find out).
Walked into Red’s Meadow once, from cross country trekking out of 1,000 Island Lakes. Was never so happy to see it. Met up with a friend joining us. From there, we headed south to Black Cap Basin, the rise out of Red’s Meadow was brutal. The Postpiles were incredible. The trip south from there to I think our first big lake, was to Florence Lake, then Thomas Edison, and south to Cortwright and Wishon Reservoirs. Man I’m reliving each step and day from decades ago. What a trip. Bless you both.