It is a blessing and a privilege to be here in these northern Sierras. Volcanic, striated buttes, open sweeping vistas, the coming winter's icy, desolate winds, free-roaming herds of cowbell-jangling cattle. There is quite a lot out here to stimulate the senses. I find it difficult to keep up. It feels almost like we are getting spoiled with all of this scenery.
Eliza is under the weather. We are taking lots of stops and have set camp early after a short nineteen miles for the day. The hiking is strenuous and we both feel weighed down under our packs.
Mama's Boy and Seattle Dave passed us as we lay talking in the tent this early evening. They plan on stopping just ahead at the saddle over the lake where we are.
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