By Luke Nelson
There is something unnerving about waking up shivering. I rolled over and did a dozen or so push-ups in an attempt to get warm enough to fall back asleep. My commotion led to Cody pressing the light on his watch.
“It’s almost 4 a.m.,” I mumbled.
“I’ve been cold for a while,” he replied.
“Me too,” I said. “Let’s get moving.”
With that we crawled out of what we dubbed our Disaster Style Sleep Systems—emergency mylar bivy sacks, down pants and down jackets—and got ready to start running again. We were on the second morning of an attempt to cover the 195-mile Sierra High Route as fast as possible and we had been getting our butts kicked.
Above: Rise and shine. All photos: Luke Nelson