“South of Horseshoe Meadows we hiked through the Southern Sierra. One thing we noted was that the trail had been rocky ever since we entered Yosemite. All these staircases and sharp rocks hurt your feet to walk on, how we missed the soft dirt ribbon of Washington. Of course as always for me, never satisfied, when I’m in the desert I miss the forest and in the forest I miss the desert. I’ve been infected with wanderlust, a disease for which I’m not sure if there’s a cure.”

It wasn’t too far south of Horseshoe Meadows that everything went awry…