The JMT isn’t a theme park - it’s mostly wilderness. No problem if the weather is nice, the creeks low, and you avoid injury, equipment failures and other unplanned hiccups. But stuff happens - even to the most experienced folks out there. You will sometimes be days from help - unless you can achieve contact and get a helo rescue.
Last year south of Wallace I huddled on the ground in a fetal position for hours hoping the lightning gods would not find me, as the latest “storm of the century” roared through. Hard to describe the feelings when repeatedly, there was no discernable time interval between the flash and the boom.
Creek crossings were doable - though sporty. Also at Wallace, a guy heading north ended up for no apparant reason falling and instantaneously floating downstream because of a millisecond lack of attention - looking at me as he nearly completed the crossing vice focusing on where his feet were going.
Stuff happens. Fatigue happens. Pain is mandatory (though misery is optional). The baby will be too young to appreciate the experience - it appears to be a misadventure to satisfy Mom’s ego.
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