September 2025

August 25-27; Mile 959-1014 Day 65 In the pitch-black of morning, I pulled on my sodden socks and pants. Coyotes howled in the distance, and I paused in my packing to listen to their chorus. With thunderstorms forecasted to begin at noon – and two steep passes to get over – it was going to be a tough day.  Smoky sunrise on the Cirque I hiked through the haze in my mask, sending two herds of cattle running at the sight of me. After two miles I found