The Trek

We finally did it! After many years of talking about backpacking Megan and I have done it.  In a most treasured part of northern california, the Marble Mountains. 

Day One: hiked on the road for approximately 2 miles.  THEN a car came toward us, slowed down and gave us a hollar, it was Megan's friend! She so kindly offered us a ride to the actual trailhead.  No this is not cheating, it's avoiding lame hiking on a boring road.

This was the second foot bridge that we crossed

Camp # 1: As we so joyfully ate our dinner the ticks were joyfully scheming to eat us.

Don't worry, I found mine that night.

Megan, on the other hand, decided to find hers the following morning.....conniving little buggers: we did thorough checks!

And we began our ascent.

This is why we backpack!

We re-named this sign Butthorn Spring, because we were tired of climbing up, up, up.  

First fish of the trip.  I think it was a rainbow trout.  Delicious.

Fishies for breakfast

I caught AND gutted my first fish. 

I think it was the ninja outfit.

We at the fish on bagels with cream cheese.

No, this is not the snowfield that Megan turned into a slide.  

That was the one we found the following day.

John, Lathem, and Kat joined us for the trek to sky high lakes.

Yes. These two are amazing.  

Congrats on celebrating another year of marriage!

This is Lathem. He's as cute as a looks. Even when he chases shadows.

Aaanndd we're off! 

Marble Mountains: Done.  We got to sign one of the PCT registries!

I managed to get my head in this shot, not staged, I promise.  It was on timer.

After hiking through snow patches, facing the dread of tick bites, eating delicious mountain fish, laughing at Lathem chasing his shadow, deciding to be scared of heights, listening to rock falls in the middle of the night, witnessing horrible views, we decided to continue our adventures next year. Oregon? Washington?