In true high Sierra fashion, today is centered around the pass to be climbed. A long and gradual approach winds me through forests and across creeks. I meet a couple of nice TRT Clockwisers who tell me about a great campsite, just over the pass, next to a creek in a field of flowers. At the top of Dick’s Pass I can see layers of barren, rolling mountain tops, sprinkled with pine trees and splotches of snow. When I reach the creek and field of flowers on the other side I see no such campsite. It’s all rocky and steep. I gather water and hesitantly keep meandering down the trial in search of a flat spot. I dare not go too far, for down in the valley bellow is the Bear Who Knows How to Break Into Cars and Tear Apart Ursacks. I don’t have a bear canister, just a Ursack, and want to do my best not to contribute to the bear’s human problem. Finally I see some terraced rock formations to the side of the trail. I lay my pack down, eat two dinners and set up just my bug net to sleep under. I spend a long time just starring at the stars before falling asleep.
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