High Sierras — up Evolution Valley to Wanda Lake
We’ve reached the turning point in our hike: each step now takes us
closer, not farther away from civilization. We see quite a few other
hikers today – most of them through-hikers of the Pacific Crest Trail –
and I notice in our brief encounters a clear eye, a quick smile, a
gentle spirit. And they are lean, ambling at ease, the way people are
meant to be.
In camp, at least 3 marmots pop up, curious, shaggy and
well-fed. It makes the place seem friendlier, more
welcoming, more habitable.
At the end of the day, even mosquitoes are beautiful, dancing in the
last light like bubbles in champagne.