A pack of coyotes howled for a while after midnight. I love to hear those wild dogs at night but when I awoke to their excited calls, I realized I was shivering from the cold. I need a new sleeping bag.I had the wrong dates written in my journal and thought it was my birthday all morning. Moron. Though it was exciting to realize that I had kind of relinquished an accurate connection with the day of the week.
We hiked 5.6 miles to Tuolumne Meadows and then .5 off trail to get to a store for more food. I called Mom’s cell and she was with Dad, Sam, Lauren, and Jaime in the Bronx!
After a 2 hour break chatting with Gravitron and some other hikers, we began hiking (now in Yosemite!) through the crowds of weekenders and campers until we were blissfully alone again. The terrain – water rushing with a fury over flat, white rocks – was stunning. We passed the infamously bear terrorized Glen Allen campground.
By 7:00, we had hiked 20 plus miles and
made camp at an awesomely homey site.We now set up our tent in record time and get to making hot food and enjoying our new home for the night before we lose all light.
A tiny whirlpool on a river excited by lots of warm, little bubbles became our “hot tub” and we lit up our first campfire.
God, this is fun.The lighting was stunning at sunset and we warmed our cold, exhausted bodies by the fire, feeling intensely satisfied after a 21 mile day. This has been one of my favorite days out here.
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