Long - 9/12/17


This is a drawing of a lake and mountains on the John Muir Trail in the Sierra Nevadas.  I used charcoal and markers to make it. Over the past couple of years I have started to really enjoy long hikes. The trip this summer on the John Muir Trail was nearly three weeks long, and the trip I did over the summer of 2016 took about two months to complete.

I generally had good weather on the hike, but there were a couple of short rainstorms. More often, there were dark clouds that did not actually turn into thunderstorms. When hiking solo, (which I did for about 50 miles of the 220 mile trail), the experience felt much more solemn than when I was with others because I was more aware of my surroundings.

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  1. Kenny MeyerSeptember 12, 2017 at 4:18 PM

    Wonderful! Rae Lakes? Fin Dome?
    Captures the spirit of the place.

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