Yosemite. Bears, boulders, and bedrocks.
May 29th - June 1st
Before confronting Yosemite, I explored the Hart Park Shark Tooth Mountain and Suicide Flats disc golf courses. No sharks or suicides, thankfully, only a baby rattlesnake. The reluctance he used with his little rattler on my approach caused caution I carried threw the rest of my rounds. Thanks, buddy.
After confronting the lil’ rattler, I entered Yosemite as the sun slept.
A leisurely morning walk up John Muir’s trail with only my Nalgeen in hand transformed into an 18-mile day excursion. I reached the snow-laden base of Half Dome and then used my sandals as an excuse to turn around for dinner instead of the summit. This day I only passed one person wearing bedrock sandals offering a hearty hello. After dinner, I somehow tapped into enough energy to bike around the park.
The next morning required a healthy sleep-in followed by a day of reading and naps. I did accomplish installing the light-bar switch, a deeper clean of the van, a library visit, and a 2.5 mile stroll to one of the falls.
After a day of rest I was ready for round two.
I hurled my way to the top of the waterfall visited on the previous day. After a brief bear sighting and two hikers descending in bedrock sandals, I was kindly offered melted chocolate and nuts from a lovely silicone valley Dutch lady before my descent. I only hiked 11 miles before calling it for the day. After dinner, I departed west to progress toward the unknown of Oakland.
