6/27

When all the pieces are broken, nature usually manages to put them together again. Before dawn I began walking north, navigating snow fields and switchbacks. I waited on a high ridge and watched my lost friends appear on distant switchbacks, meandering like ants. We rambled through volcanic landscape and let the sun shine on our dry and treeless trial. Tonight we are camped by a frog kingdom in a meadow 9,000 feet high, and shared a campfire with the Israeli gears, who are hardy souls. Tomorrow we will raid South Lake Tahoe's collective pantry.