Name is Fris. My first backpacking trip in the sierra was to Jackass Mdw near Kennedy Meadows with my mom. I was 14, hiking with what seemed like a 60 lb backpack, I have no idea what was in it, I remember carrying like 10lbs of fresh steak. My brother was carrying the cast-iron skillet and the axe. Took us all day to get 2 miles up the fire road to camp. That night, a herd of cows trampled our camp.
Looking back at that trip, we did everything wrong. My first solo: My brother and I first set off in the sierra by ourselves 3 years later. (we enjoyed camping, but being 15 and 17 y.o. it was illegal for us to camp by ourselves at car camps or camp grounds. Backpacking camping was a glitch in the system.) Our mom dropped us off at the lodge pole ranger station, and we obtained permits by ourselves to hike the High Sierra Trail, all the way to whitey and the portal. Great experience, life changing. Loved the way solitude and self-reliance made us feel.
Now, at 23, I am an experience backpacker. Since the days of the HST, I have done JMT, HSR, lived on Lake Tahoe, snow camped, hitch hiked around, and have had many sierra summers.
I enjoy reading what all you geezers have to say.

The trip reports are very helpful. The knowledge I've acquired from this community is expansive. I particularly find interest in the snippets of history in the sierra. Thanks for everything!