THE SUPERSIZED TRAIL
O THIS WAS IT: the moment I’d been wondering – and worrying – about ever since the email from my son to say we’d got the permit for the John Muir Trail. We’d walked for a week and a day through one of the world’s most beautiful mountain ranges, below mighty pines and soaring granite mountains. We’d spent an afternoon on the fantastic surfaces of Half Dome. We’d camped beside five lakes, each more lovely than the last. We’d crossed three passes, each slightly higher than the last. And now, at Muir Trail Ranch, it was time to reunite with the orange barrel we’d put into the US Mail a fortnight before. The barrel with all our food for the remaining seven days on the trail. And to find the answers to three pressing questions.
