Writing this from Lake Isabella where we are staying at the Kern Motel, so named for the river Kern which flows down south from the Sierra through this way. The area has seemingly seen better days. At the gas station slash liquor store, the shelves seemed empty of most things,
We have landed on our feet, and found ourselves in Wrightwood on Memorial Day weekend at the mercy of small-town post office opening hours. As Grace was awaiting the delivery of a critical replacement component for her bag we would not be out of here until the following morning at
Have you ever heard a rattlesnake use its rattle in anger? I have, and it is LOUD. It doesn't sound like it does in films, like a delicate castanet, slow and threatening. It is a harsh whirring, a vibrating, oscillating, terrifying VRWRWRWRWRW sound that fills every empty inch
Writing this from the tent about three miles up from 'scissors crossing', a place name which meant nothing to me a week ago but which I now know well. It is eerily still, though just an hour ago it was gusty and the sky is threatening rain later.
"It's starting to get real now." How many times have I said that in the last 3 months? At least three times since arriving at Scout and Frodo's place; once when we filled in the remaining gear-gaps needed for the trail (tent stakes, hiking