Looking back on the trail at the center of the picture, the light line running almost horizontal across the face of the slope.
Coneheads camp at Junction Meadow, where the High Sierra and John Muir Trails meet. The temperature dipped down to 27 degrees this night.
This was one of the few man-made structures we saw, but boy it was a good one. Kern Hot Springs, a natural hot spring, is funnelled into this concrete bathtub. Words cannot tell you how this felt after days of hiking without a bath. It was surreal. If you ever hike this trail, you absolutely MUST plan to camp here at night.
Looking back into Kern Canyon, whence we came. This valley was formed originally by a glacier.
Leaving Guitar Lake, our last campsite, early morning on summit day.
Precipice Lake at over 11,000 feet. One of Ansel Adams' favorite spots.
On top with the Smithsonian Institution hut behind us. The hut was built for meterological observations.
Treacherous little spot in the trail, constantly iced over.
This is the sort of breakfast you need after a hike like that.
Ric next to roots of fallen Sequoia.
One final tree picture.