Sunrise on the Inyo. One of the things I'd really appreciated about my time with Matthew @Beardilocks was the speed at which we moved. It was slower. As someone who lives in his truck and spends several months a year in Death Valley, he's in no real rush. On the other hand, I always feel like I've only got a couple of days to squeeze in as much as I can. It was freeing to move at Matthew's pace, but hard habits die hard and given that I'd be hiking Saline Peak solo, I was - once again - up…
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Morning along Pine Creek. A quarter mile from the Pine Creek Tungsten Mine, I remained fantastically horizontal for 12 hours while my body recovered from the ordeal of the previous day. As I climbed out of the tent to start my new day, I decided that perhaps I'd overdone things a smidge, and that I should take this as a rest day. Twenty minutes later, I found myself a mile down the road - enjoying a big bowl of Wheat Chex - just outside the Pine Creek Pack Station, as the thump-thump-thump of a helicopter grew louder overhead. Initially unsure…
6 CommentsThe night air was warm - probably 15°F warmer than it'd been in Eureka Valley - as the stars spun in the clear sky above. It was a great night, tucked away in our quiet, secluded corner of Saline Valley. Once again having gone to bed early, it was no trouble getting up a little before sunrise. I wasn't sure we'd really get anything with cloudless skies and our position relative to the Inyo Mountains and Panamint Ranges. And in the end, there wasn't much except a bit of color in the sky, but even that was extremely pleasant as…
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