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May 29
On our way to Death Creek we hear marrow-freezing wails, as if someone, or
something, were being horribly tortured. We pass with no sign of carnage.
On the way up a ridge, we run into Betsy & Brad. We met them way back in the
San Gabriels and have been reading their register entries since Mojave. They
think we may have heard them screaming to scare off a bear earlier. We stand
around with our packs on, chatting happily.
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May 30
We are in real mountains! We encounter real snow, but not enough yet to get
us real lost. The exitement is building for our planned summit of Whitney
tomorrow. We have no permit to make the popular climb, but hope to sneak
past the ranger station unnoticed in the morning. At Crabtree Meadows we
camp near another group of PCT hikers, whom we deem "the college kids."
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May 31
Mt. Whitney makes a grand day. Out come the hiking boots, the ice axes,
and the gaiters, all for their first trial. The day is beautiful! It
can't be perfect though - we forget the sunscreen and I turn very red.
At the top we talk to a few others who ascended from Whitney Portal.
An Air Force jet rips through the sky a stone's throw away, leaving us
all deaf for a minute. They can't spoil it though, a fighter jet is still
tiny compared to all this.
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