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Day Three on the JMT—Trail Names

Day Three

September 4, 2018
Rush Creek trail junction to Shadow Creek
Total distance walked: 8.4 miles

“HOT WATER!”  I heard a woman yell before I was out of the tent.  A group of Sierra Club women were camped a level above us.  Apparently one woman was in charge of food for all of them.  I really wanted to sneak some of her hot water for coffee, but didn’t want to leave my comfortable cocoon.

JMT, Ansel Adams Wilderness

Far left: log bridge to the communal campsite; upper middle (blue spot): Adam at his campsite.

Once I was up and moving, albeit slowly, I walked over to my trail family with my mug of sugary java (from water I heated myself).  They were doing camp chores and eating breakfast.  I learned that they had given the trail name of “Broncho” to the man who coughed all night (and was still coughing).  Because of his hack, I had a terrible night’s sleep.  It was hard to get going.  Every muscle in both legs were sore.

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Heading to Island Pass.

“BREAKFAST!” the cook shouted again.  Lucky ladies.  I had yet to have breakfast.  Walking back to my tent, I began the tedious chore of breaking camp and repacking.  “Oatmeal, anybody want oatmeal?” the camp cook walked with a pot in hand asking all the campers.  “Please take some because I don’t want to carry it,” she said.  I’m carrying my own oatmeal, I thought, and haven’t eaten any of it yet.  On the other hand, my coffee cup was empty and I was hungry.  I held it up to her and she ladled in a large spoonful.  It was the most delicious oatmeal—old fashioned oats, not instant like the kind I brought—filled with salty macadamia nuts and plump blueberries.  It was a great pick-me-up for the slow start I was experiencing.

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Erin on the way up Island Pass.

Gradually, everyone left the campsite except us, we were the last to leave.  We began calling each other, The Late Starters.  I headed out first around 9:30 AM.  The climb up Island Pass was immediate, but it was nothing like yesterday’s climb.  Because I was slow-moving and sore, I chewed on a strawberry energy bite hoping it would give me an energy burst to get up Island Pass.  My trail family was moving slowly too, but had no problem overtaking me.

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First sight of Banner Peak.

That morning I walked through a dry lodgepole forest interspersed with granite, a sandy trail at times.  There were many northbound hikers who passed me, all friendly and all with partners.  The climb up Island Pass was over before it really began and if I wasn’t so tired I would have said it was easy.  Beyond the pass were gentle ups and downs.  I  became excited while ambling through a long meadow when a view of Banner Peak appeared.  That meant I was getting close to Thousand Island Lake.

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Another view of Banner Peak.

Now I am getting into some beautiful territory, I thought.  Thousand Island Lake is dotted with dozens of rocky islets, hence its name, and Banner Peak stands regally above it.  I saw my trail family spread out on the rocky shore and heard the barking cough of Broncho who was nearby.  Interestingly, I noticed that we were seeing the same people over and over, like Broncho, Booty Shorts, Bloody Nose, The Aussies, Chatty Cathy (trail names we secretly bestowed on others).

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Still a little way to go before reaching the shore.

Although it was cloudy, the sun-scorched rocks made it quite warm on shore.  Adam, whose trail name became “Aqua Man” jumped into the water and swam.  I took off my shoes and dipped my feet into the chilly, but refreshing water.  It was nice to hang out with my trail family and the others for awhile.

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Adam, just before he dove in.

Since I hiked at a leisurely pace, I always felt like I needed a head start.  I left Thousand Island Lake before my trail family.

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Heading out.

What I thought was an extension of Thousand Island Lake was actually pretty Emerald Lake.

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Emerald Lake

The rocky trail climbed, it traversed a footbridge then turned into a narrow and shady path under mountain hemlocks.

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The trail.

I recalled a YouTube video I watched of the JMT.  The guy on the video said, “and here’s ANOTHER lake.”  Yep, that’s how I felt as I approached yet another beautiful lake, Ruby Lake surrounded by colorful granite walls.  I stopped and gazed into the deep pool of water.

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Ruby Lake

A northbound packer whose panniers were empty, met me head-on on the slender trail.  I moved well out of the way to let her pass.

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After seeing tons of manure, proof of horses on the trail.

Continuing on, the trail climbed to the ridgetop above Ruby Lake.  This climb felt more difficult than the climb up Island Pass, but beauty surrounded me and I enjoyed the hike.  Next, I carefully descended the rocky switchbacks to Garnet Lake.  It began to rain, so I sang Singing in the Rain.  I couldn’t remember the words, but sang what I knew then hummed my way down the mountain.  Walking in the rain filled me with joy. What a great day! I thought.

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Looking toward Garnet Lake.

Garnet Lake was to be our camping spot.  I searched and found a few secluded places.  By some miracle I had arrived before my trail family.  Thumbing the pack off my shoulders, I waited near the footbridge out in the open so they would see me.  A breeze blew drizzle through the air threatening something stronger.  I wrapped my pack with a rain cover and donned a hooded rain jacket.  Staring up at Mt. Ritter and Banner Peak, watching the water ripple in Garnet Lake—this was my favorite day of all.

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Heading down to Garnet Lake.

Dan arrived first.  Aqua Man and Erin—now referred to as Slip Knot due to some fishing mishap—lagged behind.  Dan wanted to press on, so I followed him thinking, “Blazing Saddle” is a trail name for him.  Each day he blazed through the trail to find the best camping spot.  Shortly, Slip Knot and Aqua Man were climbing the steep ridge behind us.  Together we reached a saddle then came to a crazy talus slope.

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The footbridge at Garnet Lake’s outlet.

It was a 1,110 foot downhill slog on switchbacks filled with scree, like tailings from a mine, not big pieces of granite like on Donahue Pass.  I had never seen anything like it.  It felt like one little California tremor would send the whole mountainside tumbling down.  Blazing Saddle went first, then Aqua Man, Slip Knot, The Aussies (a couple from Australia who were traveling the world and had caught up to us), then me—who became known not as Scorpion any longer, but TJ (Tenacious Janet).  Down we went, slowly, getting our hiking poles stuck between rocks, waving to each other, past a small meadow and through a tiny canyon.  By the time I reached the canyon, I was alone.

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The rocky downhill switchbacks (the photo doesn’t do it justice).

The trail entered the dark and ominous forest.  Drizzle turned into a mixture of rain and hail.  Being alone in the forest was eerie especially when hearing the distant boom of thunder.  I thought of what my friend told me before I left: you will be scared, but that’s okay, you’ll get over it.  It was late in the day and I made good speed (for me) thanks to the downhill trek.  I caught up with the Aussies when they stopped to cover their packs.  We walked and talked together until reaching a junction to Ediza Lake.  Blazing Saddle’s bag was propped against the trail sign so I knew we were camped nearby.  I said goodbye to the Aussies, who were heading to the lake, as Blazing Saddle came to retrieve his bag.  He led me to our off-trail campsite near Shadow Creek.  As I set up my tent, Aqua Man was trying hard to light a campfire with a bow he made and a spindle stick, just like my own son would do.

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Shadow Creek

My clothing needed to be washed and hung to dry, water needed to be gathered, I needed a bath, and dinner needed to be prepared, but I could barely keep my eyes open.

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My campsite with socks hanging to dry.

I trudged through the chores, ate a cold dinner and bedded down for the night inside my cozy sanctuary.  Swaddled in my warm bag with soft socks on my feet, I felt content.  The sound of the rushing creek lulled me swiftly to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED…