Bounty Hunter, Filthy Figaro and myself got to spend 5 days in Kings Canyon National Park last week doing some cross-country travel around 11,000 feet. The weather was perfect, and everything seemed to be exceptionally comfortable and easy, even the mosquitoes. The scenery was more beautiful than I remembered from my travels through the area in 2014 on the Pacific Crest Trail. The high country above 11k reminded me somehow of an ice desert, almost as if it were a reflection of the great deserts to the east and south. Like my time spent in the desert, I found myself deeply enjoying the tenuous, exposed beauty of the High Sierra, while secretly relishing a fear of being so close to a raw, briefly welcoming edge of our natural world.