John Muir Trail - Ansel Adams and the Pacific Crest Trail
Mt Whitney Summit
California 2025
This journey was more than a trail.
For twenty two days the mountains gave us clear skies, cold mornings, and
nights so beautiful that one evening we slept cowboy-style under the open
sky. I looked up and saw the Milky Way, the constellations, and that silent
reminder of how small we are and how lucky we are to walk here.
The pika greeted us every time we entered her territory, warning the other
hikers that humans were passing through. The giant sequoias stood like
guardians of time. And the never ending granite… strong, steady, eternal.
Mount Whitney was a challenge. The altitude, the thin air, the long climb.
But step by step, without rushing, without ego, we made it. We reached the
summit together. And standing there I felt gratitude more than anything else.
Another journey that shapes the soul. Another reminder that life is meant to
be walked with patience, humility, and joy.
Esta travesía fue más que un sendero.
Durante veintidós días las montañas nos regalaron cielos despejados, mañanas
frías y noches tan hermosas que una de ellas dormimos estilo cowboy, bajo el
cielo abierto. Miré hacia arriba y vi la Vía Láctea, las constelaciones y ese
recordatorio silencioso de lo pequeños que somos y de lo afortunados que
estamos de caminar aquí.
La pica nos saludaba cada vez que entrábamos en su territorio, avisando a los
otros caminantes que los humanos estábamos pasando. Las secuoyas gigantes se
alzaban como guardianes del tiempo. Y el granito, interminable… fuerte,
firme, eterno.
El Monte Whitney fue un reto. La altura, el aire fino, la subida larga. Pero
paso a paso, sin prisa y sin ego, lo logramos. Llegamos a la cumbre juntos. Y
al estar allí sentí gratitud más que cualquier otra cosa.
Otro viaje que moldea el alma. Otro recordatorio de que la vida se debe
caminar con paciencia, humildad y alegría.
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