Bedrock & Paradox

Meet Bob.
Bob is big.
Bob has primeval forests.
Bob has bears. Though I didn’t see any.
Bob has water. For a desert rat, lots of water. Pretty water.
Bob has miles and miles and miles of tempting trails. (I am Jill!)

I hiked about 30 of those miles today.

So, it was supposed to be a three day backpack. Monday got axed cuz I was beat from the weekend and wanted to make sure my bike was all fixed up. I woke up at 0600 this morning. Drove, walked, photag’d, marveled. Decided I didn’t want to camp, upgraded the dayhike, hauled ~5 lbs of unused crap. Etc.

My feet are sore. Longest day afoot since March, they should be. No blisters, just ouchy.

The western wall of Bob (I entered at Holland Lake, a bit north of Seeley Lake) is inyoface big. A perfect natural, mental, metaphorical act of Lyell. Once in the fold, the drainages unfold in a neat and orderly fashion, with big views above 6.5k. I need to work on a ridge route.

The idea of the backpack evolved over the weekend to keep me from driving M crazy with my lack of stufftodorightnow! Since then and now, I’ve cultivated a few exciting diversions, combine that with my normal lassitude about non-essential backcountry camping, and the choice was easy. Bob will have his way though. He’s too big for even the biggest day hikes!