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Got the print back today and have posted it here in the Default Album. Take a look and see if this is what you need. I tried to work with the lighting and color but couldn't get it even near the original. Pretty grainy too. I thought maybe you could download it and print it but this won't do it justice, but if you do want to try this let me know and I can re-scan it at a higher resolution (this is only 100 dpi)and let YOU do the editing. If you prefer the original let me know what you want. This is only a 3 1/2"x5" print. You can e-mail me at delmein@...<br><br>Everyone else: how does this look on your computer? I have sometimes gotten a photo to look great here but when I view it from another computer it looks lousy.

Slow times here at the JMT board. Hopefully y'all are out hiking the trail. Anyone had any hikes they care to talk about? Any future walks planned?<br><br>Conditions are great right now in the mountains. Runoff is waning, flowers are blooming, and the weather is good. The next few weeks should be prime time in the Sierra. I am going out this weekend but not on the JMT. I will report back after the trip.

Does anyone have a map of the old JMT route down the King's Middle Fork and past Marion Lake? I have the modern maps but wondered if the old route map is viewable somewhere, just for the historical interest. Also has anyone done any of the three routes to the lake (or others?) in the past few years and how are trail conditions?<br><br>Thanks for any info!

I happened to notice that the calendar this year is exactly the same as it was in 1982 when I did JMT. Since I'm notout hiking it right now I thought I'd post a trip report day by day.<br><br>On Friday night my friend Gary picked up myself and my oldest son Owen (10 years old) in Bakersfield. He also loaded cargo of all the meals we would have. On Saturday we took off from Garys house in Bodfish, went over Walker Pass and up the east side of the Sierra. We had planned on driving down to the store at Reds Mdw but I had just learned about the shuttle bus. We stopped in Mammoth and called the store at Reds Mdw. After getting the details we took out about a weeks worth of food to get us from Yosemite Valley to Reds Mdw. I took the rest, about 3-4 cubic feet, on the shuttle bus down to the store. Returning to Mammoth we continued over Tioga Pass to Yosemite Valley, fixed dinner, and found a place to spend the night. <br><br>Day 1 Aug 1,1982<br>After a quick breakfast we went to pick up the permit. This was the first time I had heard about giardia. Garys wife let me know they had put a note in his pack and if he didn't find it soon I should help him find it. We then headed out to Happy Isles and the start of our journey. Being such fine specimens of physical conditioning we struggled up the long trail to Nevada Falls where we stopped for lunch. Mindful of the giardia concerns we were careful to get our water from a nearby spring. The previous winter had been a heavy snow year so the mist from Nevada Falls wafted back up on us as we ate. We continued on to Little Yosemite Valley taking the cutoff trail. Not exactly sure we were on the correct trail we checked in at the rangers station and found out we were going the right direction. She reccomended a campsite at the turn off for Clouds Rest. We arrived there in due time. There was a bear cable there and we hung all 3 of our packs from it. It took 2 of us to hoist them up tho. We ate and enjoyed our first campfire of the trip before turning in. We drifted off watching the stars as we usually do.

Day 2 Aug 2,1982<br>We spent a fine night at our first camp. We woke rested and ready to go. Only one problem. When I went to take the packs down from the bear cable, I found that when I unhooked the second hook holding the end of the cable I was suddenly standing on my tiptoes as the weight of the packs stretched me up the tree. A call for assistance was finally answered. With the packs and me both safely on the ground, breakfast was quickly prepared and we started out. We continued along and after a while arrived at Sunrise. We stopped for a snack and soon became the snacks for the mosquitos, especially Gary. Owen just chased the fish up and down the small stream in the meadow. <br>After lunch we went past the High Sierra Camp and worked our way up and down to Cathedral Pass enjoying a hazy view of the Clark Range. Because of the way the drainage breaks and the path the trail takes you climb higher than the pass then descend to it. We admired Cathedral Peak, easily one of the finest formations in the Sierra, for a while then went on. We made camp a little ways below the lake in about the same location my wife and I had used in 1969. We had no bear problems back then and expected none this time so we left the packs on the ground. Neverless, we set our alarm of pots and placed a rock next to our beds and turned in about 9:30. Sure enough about 11 I was awakened by the clang of metal and Gary shouting. I wildly threw my rock then started getting out of my sleeping bag. While struggling to get free Gary hollered that the bear had one of the packs. I asked whose and he said mine, I was relieved. Gary had borrowed a pack so I was glad it wasn't his. Just then I heard a long tearing sound, which I thought was end to end of the pack. I headed for the bear when Gary asked if I wanted the flashlight. I said yes and went back to get it. I went to the pack with the biggest bear I have seen sitting 10 feet away eating my food. I grabbed up the pack, relieved that I wasn't going to have to fight for it. The bear leisurly walked away. He had just bitten a small hole through the back and pulled out my Hickory Farms meatstick and a few crumbs of cheese. Owen hadn't seen the bear since he slid down into the bottom of his sleeping bag. We decided to hang the packs then and found a poor limb with another limb just above it. We reset the alarm and settled back to bed. Almost immediately the clang of metal again. We found a cub, eartag #5 black on yellow, on the upper limb reaching for our packs. We threw rocks and the cub climbed higher only tof come back down. Gary said no use both of us being up so he went back to bed. I kept chasing it up the tree finally making a solid hit with a rock. It went up the tree and cried ma, ma, ma for a while. The next time he came down he took off as soon as the flashlight came on for a change. The next time he cam down to the ground and loped off into the night. Not expecting any more trouble I finally went to bed at 3 AM.

Day 3 Aug 3, 1982<br>Having lived through the bear visit we awoke the next morning a little groggy but glad to see the sun. We were soon on our way to Tuolumne Mdws on an appreciated downhill. Lembert Dome soon came into view and we came to the road. We decided to save the Soda Springs part for another time and walked down the road to the store. I had intended to get a piece of cardboard to cover the hole in my pack but that idea was lost in the blur of Ding Dongs, ice cream and candy bars. After all, we had been out over 50 hours. Fortunately, a little ways up the trail a lady gave me a piece of nylon patch. We also came across our first speed fanatic. A couple of guys came jogging up the trail and announced; so and so, president of Ultralite Corp. running the trail 5 days out of Whitney. We still had 22 days left to get there. We no doubt would be moving a lot slower. <br>Our intention had been to stop near Kuna Ck for the day. However, I caught up to Gary at the Vogelsang Pass turnoff. Thgere was a bear cable there so it seemed like a good place to camp after last night. Owen soon came along, checked the trail junction for our tracks and started on until I called to him. The entertainment that afternoon was provided by a high school group from Carmel. They looked over the cable arrangement, even climbing a tree on one end several times. Having never counter-balanced we carefully observed what they did. When it was time to hang our food we threw a rope over the cable, hoisted one bag to the top and marked the highest point we could reach. Lowering the bag down we tied a small loop in the rope at that point hoisted the first bag back up tied the second bag on and evened them out. It probably took us 2 minutes and our bags were 2 to 3 feet higher that any others, The leader of the Carmel group was right over to ask us how we got them so high and then played with theirs again. I put our packs at the top of a smaller tree because I though all the Kool-Aid, bacon grease etc spilled in it would have the bear chewing the fabric. Soon after dark a bear was spotted in a nearby camp. We slept soundly knowing that about a dozen high school kids were on the alert.