We woke and broke camp quickly as the mosquito were already out in force. We climbed toward the top of Kearsarge Pass slowly, and for about a mile I kept feeling like we were going the wrong way. I consulted my maps and apps and they all said we were headed toward the top but I still felt like I was back tracking. We reached the top of the pass and spent a half hour or so at the top looking for Pillsbury's lost cell phone. We searched and searched but it did not turn up.
We climbed out of Charlotte Lake area and continued to climb on the PCT toward Glen Pass. The trail was not too steep but it was a long, slow burn up toward 12,000 feet and I was very slow with the elevation. We passed thru a narrow moraine littered with alpine lakes and it was beautiful but so, so exhausting. We stopped on a rock and chatted with a couple of exhausted JMT hikers on their way up who said the top of the pass was just a short distance away. We resumed our trudge following the JMT'ers and the trail topped out where I thought the top of the pass was. Well, that wasn't the top. Josh and I groaned at the sheer wall that stood in front of us that was Glen Pass. "I thought THAT was the top." Josh said as he pointed. "Yeah, me too." I gasped.
Most days at these elevations I feel like Stevie from the T.V. show Malcolm in the Middle. I...[gasp]...talk...[gasp]...like...[gasp]...this...
Today was no different except that I was super nauseous. I knew I needed to eat but I couldn't get anything down. We hiked on for a short distance and watched the others ascend the never ending switchbacks on the vertical scree lined wall and I cried a little. I thought to myself: Why the fuck is this so hard? Why can't I just hike like everyone else? They seem to do it effortlessly! After a bit watching the others disappear over the pass Josh suggested we camp. I agreed knowing it would be a long, tear filled climb over the pass if I were to continue now. We back tracked to a small flat spot under a tree that was sheltered from the wind. We set up camp, ate dinner and admired the surrounding lakes until the swarming bugs drove us to the tent.
Tomorrow, I'll get that pass. Tomorrow I'll be aclimated. Right?
Until then, Goodnight