Summer 2020

I’ve never been one to enjoy cities or big groups of people, so adjusting to life with COVID-19 has been surprisingly pleasant. It’s given me the opportunity to live on wheels worry-free and mosey around, enjoying the mountains with just one or two others at a time. Summer started out by prepping the Moonshadow CBD hemp farm for a fall harvest: we put several thousand plants in the ground and have been tending to them with tender loving care all season. If all goes well, you just might see Moonshadow products in stores soon! I then made a drive up north to Washington to help my buddy Grapenut build his live-in box truck, hunt for agates on Mt. Baker, ski the closed resort at Stevens Pass and hike with old pals in the Goat Rocks Wilderness. Not long after, my good friend Sierra introduced me to “The Bug Farm”, a dirtbag commune set up in the mountains near Truckee, CA to avoid pandemic exposure and kill time by swimming and playing music. I also managed to summit Mt. Shasta and Boundary Peak, two high points that had been on my list for some time now. I even squeezed in a week on the PCT near Rae Lakes with my pal Flower!

All summer long I was anxiously waiting until it was time to set out on the Grand Sierra Traverse, a 400 mile long series of bushwhacks and high routes I put together from the north shore of Lake Tahoe to Cottonwood Meadows, about 20 miles south of Mt. Whitney. The vast majority would be off trail, hitting seldom visited high passes and peaks along the Sierra Nevada including a summit of Mt. Whitney up the mountaineers route. As best I can tell, nobody has ever attempted this particular route. My dear friend Lebowski began the trek with me, but realized on day three that this hike was not in line with his style of travel, and we parted ways the next afternoon. It was a mental shift to say the least, but I had to push onward. Rarely would I dip below 9,000’ on the typical 22-28 mile day, usually crossing around five ~12,000’ passes via loose rock scrambles, anywhere from Class 2 to 4. It was enormously rewarding seeing my body accomplish such a nonsensical physical feat, but being alone for the majority of the hike definitely took its toll. Luckily, the mountains worked their charm and kept my priorities straight, even when I came within a hairs width of quitting. After three weeks away from civilization, I triumphantly dropped into Lone Pine, CA for a hearty breakfast and celebratory brewskis.

Next: Fall 2020

Forever Moseying