Tyler and I had a pony ride to Dorothy Lake. We loose-herded most of the stock because Willie went foot-loggin' down a different trail.
It's hard to take photos on horseback. Unfortunately they come out blurry a lot of the time.
Shane, first my and then Willie's saddle mule, enjoying some grass and a drink at Dorothy Lake
Rock Island Pass
Tyler and the string heading across a bridge over the Tuolumne
We made it to Till Till Valley early, and Willie and I decided to log part of the trail up the mountain. It was a hellacious climb up, and when we got up there we decided we may as well finish the whole trail--so we wouldn't have to take the stock back up there the following day. We finished logging around 7PM, and were coming back down the switchbacks at 9:30PM. The moon was bright, but I could hardly see the trail. Luckily equines have better night-vision. You could see lights all the way in the central valley from up there.
When we got near the bottom, Tyler was riding Dirty Bastard up the trail. He said, "What the hell! I thought you guys were dead!"
Tyler bringing the stock to camp in Till Till Valley
Tilden Lake
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