Lost and Found
The Sierra High Route, July 12-July 24, 2006
"Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations." A man living in the suburbs of Concord, Massachusetts wrote those words more than a century ago, penning them from a shack that he built with his own hands. After spending two weeks being lost in the Sierra Nevada of California, I returned to a world more familiar, more understandable, than it had been when I left. I came to understand that being lost has nothing to do with your location, and everything to do with where you mind is, where your heart is. The Sierra High Route was terrifying, intimidating, frightening, and ultimately rewarding. The following is my record.