Two times now I’ve had to cancel planned spring trips to the sierras, so when this one was suddenly falling apart days before departure, I suddenly realized that it could quite possibly be now or never.
So with newfound determination, I hurridly planned out the trip in the day or two before departure. I impressed myself by rounding up a fat library of topo maps to the sierras, detailed Delornes road map books for Utah, Nevada, and Northern California (to support my addiction to back-roads and “short-cuts”). I had two different guide books to touring in the Sierras, a guide book to hot springs in California and Nevada. Most importantly, I had a guidebook to help plan for the next big trip, to Morocco, Africa.
In concept, I really like planning, organizing and carefully packing for trips. In practice, however, I consider myself lucky if I remembered to pack my sleeping bag and know which airline I’m on when I arrive at the airport. So, as we drove across Nevada I was very proud of myself for amassing such a complete collection. I was confident we’d be able to navigate any obscure back road or hidden couloir California or Nevada could throw at us.
So when we chatted with some California fisherman in a hot spring in the middle of the Nevada desert, it was a little disappointing to hear that there was very little snow left in the Sierras, and to realize that I had totally neglected to even ponder, wonder or research this tiny little detail.
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