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8/11/2018

Wilderness Travel in Yosemite, 2018: Of Fires and Thunderstorms (Part I)

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Vogelsang Peak, Yosemite National Park, California.
"Uphill, I think," I responded to the tightly wound ranger as we searched for an alternate, less smoke-laden trail than the initial trip I planned. It was July 22, 2018, almost ten days after the Ferguson Fire ignited adjacent to Yosemite National Park.

I received my wilderness permit some three months before in early April. I'm sure it took at least a month for me to learn how to navigate the online maps enough to decide a reasonable route for my first seven day solo backpacking trip. I spent months of planning, gathering equipment and supplies, and training my body to carry 30+ pounds on my back for this trip--I wasn't going to let a regional fire stop me from this exciting journey on the most renowned segment of the John Muir Trail (JMT) from the valley floor of Yosemite to Tuolomne Meadows.

The first ranger I met just after the entrance gate matter-of-factly encouraged me to leave the park entirely and find places to the south west in the Mammoth Lakes region. But never having hiked in any of these areas, it felt safer for me to stay within the park.

The second ranger, the one I was working with for alternate places to go, was a weather-worn petite and sturdy woman who seemed irritated to have to deal with a novice hiker. She pointed to a potential loop through Vogelsang and Cathedral Peak, a portion of the JMT that was part of the original plan. We were all at the hopeful stage that the fire would be contained or the winds would shift in a few days and I would ascend through astounding clear views back to a clear-skied Tuolomne Meadows. 

"Is your preference uphill or down?" she inquired. Considering my pack weighed in at forty pounds and I trained for a 3,000 foot elevation gain in in the first few days, I opted for uphill. That much weight pounding down on my legs as I traversed steep slopes downhill didn't sound wise. So with this loop, the first day's hike would be about 6 miles and a 1,500 foot elevation gain. That seemed reasonable and doable. I set up the proper maps on my phone and headed to the backpacker's camp.

I spent the rest of the day and evening orienting to the 8,500 foot elevation and attending to last minute preparations--did I have enough food? What about propane? I had read blogs, checked with hiking stories, measured all my meals, supplements, and first aid supplies carefully at home looking for every way possible to reduce the weight of my pack, yet feel secure enough to survive the seven days in the wilderness.

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Panorama View of Tuolomne River on the trail to Vogelsang

The next morning, with air clear and temps cool, I hoisted my pack and set off around 10:00 A.M. The trail from the campground was easy, meeting up with parts of the Tuolomne River and giving me ample time to fiddle with equipment, catch my breath and take in the new beauty.

I'm glad I didn't cancel the trip, I thought. The warnings from friends about the smoke were for not. I teared up as I saw the signs for the John Muir and Pacific Crest Trails. I did it. I set an intention, planned, and was now living it--even with the modified itinerary, I was walking on the John Muir Trail.

The first couple miles gave way to the steepest part of the trail and my pace slowed dramatically. I saw very few people on the trail and was glad I was alone, so as to not feel the added pressure to keep up with anyone. It's the main reason I choose to travel alone.
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I teared up as I saw the signs for Pacific Crest and John Muir Trails.
I did it!

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Steps are often built on steeper sections of trails.
As the day wore on, as is often the case in the Sierra Nevadas, clouds filled the sky, opening up a chance for thunderstorms.

In my mind, I re-read portions of the survival manual I picked up in a thrift store in the distant past. Hadn't even remembered I had it till I looked in the travel section of my bookcase a few weeks before the trip. What did it say on thunderstorms? 

Not having anything to do with what I read, I plugged the rubber tips on my walking sticks and made sure the metal didn't touch any part of my body. My shoes didn't have any metal, so that felt safe, just as I would feel safe in an automobile whose rubber tires protected the passenger from attracting a jolt.

I crossed two sets of five or so pack animals as cowboy looking riders navigated them slowly down the steep terrain. Used to bring people and supplies to camps in the outback, I always feel sorry for these animals--forced to carry all our necessities and whims so we can take a leisure hike or see amazing sights.

When I started to get strained and fatigued on the trail, I took on their pace--slow and methodical. Never rushed. I imagined them stubborn to their trail master. Refusing to go any faster.

With the steepest section out of the way, the trail turned to a gradual, but steady, uphill climb for the next four miles. I continued slowly, stopping briefly to catch my breath and sticking to the routine of dropping my pack every mile or so. 

I'm home. The mountains. They are my home.

The familiar sound of distant thunder reminded me of the years I lived in South Lake Tahoe. Afternoon sky darkening, the air taking on moisture. It was comforting. I'm home again. The mountains. They are my home.

The sprinkles came as rumbling sounded off in the distance. Still unconcerned, I mentally searched through my backpack: I brought rain pants and jacket, a cover for my backpack and in the worse case scenario, I could use my tent footprint for a tarp with the little bit of twine I packed. "It's all good."

What did the book say about sheltering in place during a thunder storm? Under trees? Out in the open? I remembered one diagram showing a hiker crouched on tiptoes. Hmmm...

CrrrAAAck!

That was close!

Startled, I quickly scrambled to the nearest set of trees. A cluster of mixed-sized conifers tucked around huge granite boulders offered comfort as big drops fell. I speedily secured the footprint amongst the trees and was surprised how well it worked. I did remember the book cautioning about the potential dangers of getting and staying wet.

Figuring the showers would pass quickly, I took the opportunity for a break and sat on the ground, breaking out a snack and my re-hydration drink. As I organized rain gear, nonchalantly checked the map and reassured myself I had plenty of time to get to my first camp spot, even with this delay, the rhythmical clappity clap of hoofs on granite became distinguishable from the thunder and rain.

A tall horse and rider appeared from the trail up ahead. Not able to see a face under the large brimmed hat, I yelled out, "Hi!" It was the first person I'd seen since the mules. The rider turned the horse my way and came in closer.

"What's your thoughts about this storm?" I yelled. "Should I be concerned? Does this look like a safe place? How long do you think it will last?" I guess I was more nervous than I thought.

He looked around as the horse kept pushing him to move on. "Well," he said over the noise of the now steady showers, "You don't want to be the tallest tree."

"Oh. Are you a ranger?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry about my horse--he's new. He should be standing still," he offered as he wiggled the horse back and forth with his reigns.

After a bit more conversation and wriggling by his horse, he shouted, "I should be gettin' on. You should be okay for the next mile or so, but the big valley is still ahead. Stay off big slabs of granite and don't be the tallest tree!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" I yelled as the horse and rider took back to the trail.

Within ten minutes, the rain stopped and while the rolling thunder still echoed through the canyons, I readied myself to move on.  I traded out my hiking boots for Teva hiking sandals to give the fatigue in my feet a break, put on my rain jacket and proceeded on the course ground granite trail feeling pretty confident that was the worst of it.

(To be continued....)
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~JoAnn Saccato, MA, is a mindfulness teacher, life coach, author and consultant. Mindfulness is a popular health and wellness practice based on purposefully paying kind, non-judgmental attention to direct experience. It is a scientifically proven approach that helps reduce stress and stress-related illnesses, increase focus and attention, decrease incidences of and relapses with depression, reduce anxiety, reduce relapses in addiction, and aids in sleep and digestive disorders. It has also been shown to increase well being, life satisfaction and happiness, as well as improved social relationships. You can reach her at JoAnn@MindfulAndIntentionalLiving.com . To follow JoAnn and receive a free guided loving kindness meditation and webinar to help you sleep better, visit: www.MindfulAndIntentionalLiving.com

A portion of proceeds from Ms. Saccato's work are donated to efforts to rescue Asian elephants in the entertainment field from abusive treatment.

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Gayle Gura
8/11/2018 10:40:05 am

Leaving me in suspense, JoAnn, with lots of love and respect in my heart. 💐

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JoAnn Saccato link
8/14/2018 02:03:37 pm

Thanks, Gayle!

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Taira link
8/13/2018 09:32:07 pm

A lovely start to your journey, and I enjoyed and envied it at the same time. You are so brave. I went on a very short trek with my son on the Appalachain Trail while he was in NY state and near my NY City residence...while he was walking from Maine to Georgia, Hottest day in years! and the first 100 feet were straight up. Foolishly, I had new thinking boots and a 70 lb back pack! A thunderstorm blew up and we huddled with several invading mosquitos under his only piece of plastic (no tent!) all night until we woke up to eat a bunch of dry somethings, not exactly my cup of tea! can't wait to read your next episode. I was too glad to see you back safely and happily after the first leg of your undoubtedly profound adventure, Congratulations!

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JoAnn Saccato link
8/14/2018 02:05:31 pm

Taira, that sounds very scary! I'm glad you were with your son and not out on your own!

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Barbara Christwitz
8/19/2018 09:33:42 pm

Not a novice any more. Bravo! Your photos as well as your word pictures bring your trip alive. Thanks, JoAnn for sharing.

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