May 21st I came up and over Olancha Pass and dropped down into the Owens river valley because of the deep snow in the Sierra stopped the northern progress of me and my Mustangs. I've been traveling north ever since then along the eastern slope of the Sierra, watching the snow melt and the rivers rise, waiting for the day I can get back to the mountains and on the PCT. The Great Reroute around has had lows that are as deep as the Owens valley and highs that reached above Mt. Tom it's self. Would I change a moment? No. I've met some of the kindest and most magical people, I have gained a greater understanding of the universe, and made connections that otherwise wouldn't have been made if I didn't stop and take the time to listen. I've been touched beyond belief by the support this project as gained along the way that a simple thank you doesn't do justice. And I promise to continue to pay it forward. But the mountains are calling, and we must go. And as of June 30th, we have found the door. Starting July 6th we are back on the PCT and will continue our journey north to Canada. But right now, it's time to slow down. Put our feet up and enjoy the blessings of Mother Nature. And be grateful for all that we have. Happy 4th of July. Take the time to slow down, and listen. Because that's what we'll be doing this weekend.