September 18, 2019
Middle Rae Lake to Onion Valley
Day Miles: 12 mi
Cumulative Miles: 167 mi

I wake up to a frosted tent at 5:30 am and am hiking by 6:30. Today, I need to go over Glen Pass and Kearsarge Pass and make it to Onion Valley in time for a 3 pm ride down to Independence. Shortly, I come across a full roll of toilet paper in a ziplock bag laying in the middle of the trail. I take a few sheets for the day and put the toilet paper somewhere visible on the side of the trail with a rock on top of it to hold it down for the next hiker. The trail provides! (Recall the wind snatched the last of my toilet paper when I came over Pinchot Pass two days earlier.)

Glen Pass is the hardest pass I’ve climbed so far. The trail is interminable with many false summits. When I arrive at the top, I can’t tell where I am supposed to go next. Am I supposed to squeeze through these rocks? I walk along the ridge, look down, and see so many switchbacks… I have never seen so many switchbacks in my life!

I reach the junction of the JMT and the trail to Kearsarge Pass by 9:45. I’m taking the higher trail above Bullfrog Lake, and it’s exposed and dry. I should have filled up on water because the trail skirts high above the first couple alpine lakes on the other side of Kearsarge Pass too. 

I see a lumbering silhouette ahead of me on the trail. A heavy set man with a huge, antiquated external frame pack, all sorts of lumpy objects strapped to it, including a giant sleeping roll hanging from the bottom. He appears to be wearing his rain pants with a giant tear in the butt, a loose flap of fabric flapping. This is weird because the trail is exposed, with no shade and the sun is beating down, hot.

He is laboring each step and I catch up to him quickly. His pack is so huge it takes up the entire trail. “Excuse me,” I call a couple times to try to get his attention so I can pass, but he’s concentrating so hard or suffering so much he doesn’t hear me. Finally, I manage to skitter around him, surprising him and he apologizes for not realizing I was there. He asks me if I know where the next water source is. I say I’m not sure, there might not be one until after Kearsarge Pass, and he looks distressed. But soon after I pass him, I cross a nice clear trickle of a stream over the rocky trail and wave back at him, shouting that there is water and he shouts a thanks in return.

I make it over Kearsarge Pass, get cell reception and call Mt. Williamson Motel in Independence. I get their voicemail and leave a message that I am on schedule for my ride from the trailhead and would love to stay two nights (I only reserved one) so I can take a zero.

I make it to Onion Valley Trailhead where I meet other hikers waiting for the same ride to Mt. Williamson Motel. A few people are joyously riffling through outdated resupplies in the bear boxes. They’ve even discovered a bottle of wine. (People often leave resupplies in the bear boxes with an expected arrival date. Past that date, the contents are fair game.) I’ve had too much food my entire hike so I just take the opportunity while we are waiting to spread my tent out to dry.