Samurai Nate
Crabtree. Described as "lumpy terrain" in my goofy JMT book, was lumpy, hot and semi-annoying. Long (with a hard "G"). Nothing to report outside of a hot hot day, with lots of up and down and rocks and roots and cones and poop. We saw a tree that looked like it was sitting down, but as we got closer, we realized it was not sitting at all, but sticking out his tree butt. It got a small laugh, since we were all pretty cranked out. We have pictures of the tree butt, on my camera (which I will upload soon), since my phone died around the 16th.
The day dragged, and we fell sleep at 7:00p. Before conking, Nate whispered, "We are almost to Whitney!"