A Few Memories of the John Muir Trail

In September 2018, we spent 21 days backpacking the John Muir Trail (JMT) in California. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but also one of the things I’m most proud to have done.

I bathed naked in the icy cold lake and watched the mountains mirrored in the water. (Lake of the Lone Indian)
We spent almost an hour looking for a suitable wild campsite. We became demoralised – light was fading. Then we spotted this deer who led us to one of our favourite campsites of the trip. (Little Pete’s Meadow)
This was over a week into the JMT. I remember having a fight about something stupid. When you’re cold, tired and hungry, you can get annoyed about silly things. The important thing is making up – life’s too short to sweat the small stuff. (Marie Lake)