It was a Thursday afternoon, and I had just checked in to a hotel room in Truckee, CA. I had driven an hour or so from Colfax to attend a wedding and visit my parents who were flying in from Idaho later that night. The girl at the front desk had looked at me with some worry when I walked in with my full military rucksack complete with a machete strapped to the side, but I didn’t really have any other option. The majority of Team Bersheisse had green lighted a weekend trip to begin the following night, and it would be the last time such a large number of the core would be together. I had forgotten about the wedding, which was scheduled for 3pm on Friday, about 6 hours before I was supposed to be in Sierra City to meet the Team. So, this is how I ended up walking through the doors of a Hampton Inn wearing formal clothing and carrying enough equipment to survive alone in the Sierra Nevada mountains for around a month. (more…)
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