The sun warms up the Valley at dawn. Folks brought rope (and we took our vertical gear) to rig the spot where we would have rappelled. But I couldn’t bring myself to go down to the Diving Board to see the view that could have been. It would have broken my heart.
Since we travel all the way to Yosemite with our backpacking gear, we decided to do a trip to the top of El Capitan.
Here is Robin Mitchell blazing the way along Yosemite Creek during our 12-mile hike to reach the summit of El Cap, where we planned on spending the night.
So Chris and I did a 15-mile backpacking trip on the Wild Oak trail in the George Washington National Forest. It was past of training for our upcoming El Capitan Expedition in Yosemite. But after we got to our camping spot with 4 hours of light left, we said fuck it and hiked out. Pizza and beer called us.
Section hiking part of the Sheltowee Trace Trail, a 282-mile back country trail through Kentucky and a little of Tennessee, with Ray. I told him all that rope was unnecessary, but he insisted on taking it.
Ray checks his GPS for our location while looking overlooking the interstate.
Decided to play weekend warrior and backpack in North Carolina’s Pisgah National Forest alone. This photo of the waterfall is early in the morning. I camped below it, woke up really early, ate breakfast and then hiked to the top of the mountain to see it.
Below is in Wilson Creek, where I had to cross to start my backpacking loop.