Desert death march!

Wed. June 20^th 10:55am

I reach the ridge. Looking down on the alpine desert. Seems like a “highway” to freedom. It’s like a paved road up to the mountain. Uhhh, we’re anticipating a cool breeze, so we layer up, throw on a jacket, face mask, and head on down… yeah!

Wed. June 20^th 11:55am

Working our way through the saddle in the Alpine Desert. The wind is rippin and kickin and I feel like I’m at every bit of 14,000 feet. Moving at a snail’s pace, I’m breathing heavily. It’s the strangest feeling in the world. Tonight is gonna be……more than interesting.

Wed. June 20^th 12:37pm

We stop for lunch. I’m completely wasted. I think the “saddle” leaves absolutely nothing to be desired. I don’t know how to describe it, so I’ll try again later.