The biggest excitement today was not Selden Pass (which required the usual 3,000 foot climb, awesome vistas, and a few miles of continuous snow; nothing new) but a series of creek crossings in late afternoon, after dropping back below 10,000 feet, near the end of a 20-mile day.
Bear Creek was the worst. I was hiking with Skipper and Dane when we hit the creek about 6 pm, in full force, and we scouted for a crossing for about 40 minutes before committing. It was impressive: 40 feet wide, waist deep, and fast. We forded using a tandem method where everyone lines up side by side, faces across the river, and weaves their arms around each other’s backs to hang on to opposing shoulder straps. Actually, pretty safe. I’m just glad I wasn’t alone; I’ve walked in a group of three to twelve hikers through the Sierras so far, which makes all the obstacles easier to manage, and the scenery easier to appreciate!