930 – Touloumne Meadows
A day of mostly meadows. Some guy walked up on me as I was finishing a pee and pulling up my pants. He didn’t even acknowledge it. Just started asking me some question about a bridge and distances. The funny thing was, I wasn’t anywhere near the trail. I’d walked off and hid behind a big boulder. The woman with him had the decency to look embarrassed. I gathered that he was just the clueless sort. Too bad for him I was offended and didn’t have the slightest idea about his stupid bridge.
I was walking along a nice long valley. A tiny smattering of rain fell. I put on my rain stuff. The rain stopped and the sweat started. I started pulling off my gear and the pants got stuck. It took me 15 minutes to get them off. While I struggled and a barefoot hiker passed by. Those were some dirty ass feet.
I turned off on a tiny fishing path next to a river rather than go to pay campgrounds. I found a perfect spot next to some pools in the river. Occasionally small speckly fish jumped out of the water. It was mighty dark that night, no fellow humans in earshot at all.