1: Pig Fence Slut/Tramp -- Peter Ei, who had previously hiked the Pig Fence with Another Group That Shall Remain Nameless
4: South Peak Baggers -- Kirk, Milon, Yipeng, Jeff (but no watermelon this time)
20: Dehydrated Bastards -- pretty much everyone ran out of water (Helen drank unfiltered water straight out the reservoir, and Harvey got a bottle of water from a stranger)
8: Short-Cutting Bastards -- David, Jacques, Kathryn (good negotiator), Peter Ei, Robert, Rudi, Russell, and yours truly (only because I didn't want to keep my carpool waiting; that's my story and I'm sticking to it)
1: Long-Cutting Bastard -- Rudi, who missed the turn for the Pig Fence, and ended up bush-wacking cross-country to intercept the Fence somewhere near Hill 3, thus actually making the hike even more difficult for himself!
1, 2, 3 ... INCH!
Let the fun begin!
Heading towards the South Wilderness in the early light
Hopping the fence ...
... and down towards the creek
Sometimes it's better to just walk through the muck
Helen's just lovin' it!
After 5 miles, we finally start up the Pig Fence
Oh shit!
And there's more!
Looking down from near the top of Hill 3
Finally it flattens out for a bit and you can actually enjoy the view
But then there's more torture
Near the top of Hill 5 -- we came from down there??
Our destination -- North Chalone Peak -- so close and yet so far
Of course, the trail drops you down first and makes you work your way back up
When you finally crawl to the top, your reward is a shirtless fat guy waiting for you
Virgins no more!
Thigh cramps -- ouch, ouch, ouch!!
The Pig Fence showed Kathryn a good time
The intrepid ones will go back down and then up to the High Peaks from here
Destination in sight
Sooooooo tempting to call it a day at the reservoir
Harvey earned that cold one, along with a few scratches
We missed you Steve!
George was waiting for me with his latex glove, but I already gave generously at The Fence