The wind blew all night long. At one point it changed direction, and started barraging us from the side. With every gust the tent wall punched my face. At one point I thought I heard rain drops, and now as I awake I see wet soil outside the tent.

When we went to bed last night we were hoping the wind would subside. But nothing has changed today except for the humidity. There is dirt and sand in the tent, tossed in from the wind last night. The tent is damp, but we are dry. We’re warm and safe, but all together uncomfortable. 

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Today was a beautiful day. That could be said for many days, I know, but the views of today were rivaled by few.

We started out with a late start in Mt. Laguna. We camped just outside of town and had to run back to the store to pick up some extra fuel, tortillas and dehydrated milk. But the store didn’t open until 9 am. So we waited around in the cold, ate breakfast, and sorted our food from the previous days resupply. 

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We awake in Cibbets flats. It’s cold. Rachel had a hard time sleeping and acquired my jacket before warming up and falling asleep. 

We rise at about 7:30 and make coffee at our camp to warm up, hands clutching our titanium mugs. We eat our morning muesli, which we usually wait to eat further down the trail. But we need a boost this morning.

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I awake to light on the tent. It’s been over 12 hours. Rachel makes a noise. 

“Good morning” I say to her. “We should probably get up and get moving while it’s still cool.”

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