The Desert. Twelfth Stretch: Bird Spring Pass to Kennedy Meadows.

I groggily opened my eyes and realized the sun was up. Way up.

Badfish's beer generosity had put me to sleep hard. The night had been windy and the tent was still violently pulsing with every gust. I had planned on getting up early to tackle the first uphill in the cool of the morning.

But why do that when you could trudge up a hot hill in the sun while being mildly hungover instead?

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