Today was a momentous day: not only did I have to climb a huge ridge which took forever, but I also left the High Sierras, officially.
After this, I will never again be above 10,000 feet. I thought I would be happy about this, but it's pretty sad -- there's a lot that I'll miss. For one, once you cross 9,500 feet or so, it's like someone flips a switch and there aren't any more mosquitos, which is awesome.
Another thing I'll miss is the cooler air -- I love sleeping in the cold and fresh mountain air. Oh well.
I won't miss the sun cups or the hours spent finding the trail, though.
I definitely will miss the views though.
So anyway, with a simple hitch into Bridgeport, my High Sierras adventure more or less comes to an end, and soon I'll start the NorCal chapter of this!