Lowest to Highest Route Day 2 Continued: Stayin’ Alive

Shade becomes more plentiful, up here in the canyon, a few thousand feet above the sea. It’s a welcome respite, but my brain is already scrambled eggs. I set my pack down in the slanted shadows of the canyon wall and wilt onto the sand beside it. Check my map. The spring is still two miles away. Normally, that sounds … More Lowest to Highest Route Day 2 Continued: Stayin’ Alive