|Up the valley towards the switchbacks.|
|Gorgeous lakes. I never get tired of rocks and snow and water.|
Snow fields were icy on the way up. I'd been pretty scared about them. There were good kick steps already established. I crossed the snowy traverses with my microspikes, and cheered after crossing each one. I was definitely glad I had taken a snow skills class. Those traverses are one of those things that make me feel so good to face my fears, but they sure did take it out of me.
|Grateful to be following in the footsteps.|
|Approaching trail junction on the descent.|
|Many moments of self-reflection as I push myself to my limit, and a bit beyond.|
On the way down, I had time to stop and take a refreshing dip at a small snow melt lake. I relaxed in the sun and felt the soft grass between my toes. It was the first time I actually felt glad to to be in the Sierras, and not in a state of disorientation at the strangeness of this place. I glided down the slushy snow fields with glee. Actually enjoying the snow for the first time. Remembering to play. And remembering to listen to my body, not being so goal oriented but instead focusing on the journey and not the destination.
|Drying out after a refreshing dip in the icy waters.|