They were little reminders of all the people and things we’d left behind. We enjoyed our time with Amber, Ryan, and Julie. ~Destination // Tuolumne Falls and MM 950.30~ Stars sparkled brightly in the sky above despite the lights and fires all around us.ĭay 86 // // Trail Miles: 7.80 / GPS Recorded Miles: 7.96 / Cumulative Trail Miles: 950.30 Everyone sat around the warm, orange glow eating sausage dogs. Basecamp and Amber showed up just as the sun started to set. Trying to focus on our tiny sphere away from everyone else, I sat and talked with Ryan by the fire for a while before we started dinner. Even then in our own campsite, we were surrounded by thousands of other people. The volume of people there buying meats, snacks, and souvenirs had been suffocating. We’d gone to resupply at the Yosemite Market the day before, so I worked on repackaging a bit. There was nothing left to do but let it burn away and out. I was horrified, but the log had already caught fire. I had no idea it had been home to an ant colony! Not one had crawled out the 10 minutes I was walking to camp with it. Large black ants were crawling out of the log. Then smoke began to pour out of its crevices and tiny holes, followed by something else, something black. Smoke began to fill the large piece of slightly damp wood. Once the embers were hot enough, I placed the large one I’d collected, in the middle.
#ANGELS REST HIKE TIME FULL#
With beers in hand, we sparked a small flame, and then a larger one, and then a full fire. The daily fire allowance time was upon us. While Amber and Basecamp drove off to have some sister-to-sister bonding time, Ryan and I started working on the fire. I guessed they were pretty wiped from the hike, but Amber and Ryan emerged after a few minutes. When we made it to camp, everyone was in their respective tent taking a nap. I grabbed a large log on the way and planned for it to be a mainstay in our campfire that night. On the return, Basecamp and I split from the other four taking a different route to camp. For lunch we disrespectfully ravaged our pre-wrapped “masubi”: a sticky rice bed topped with a slice of Spam and bound with a seaweed rapper. Weaving around hordes of other people walking the same trail (many were slowly sauntering, so we had to whip around there), we ended up in a meadow, bisected by a creek, all towered over by Yosemite giants. It took several hours to finish, but the views had been worth it. We stated it would be a “small” hike, around six miles, but our version of short versus the rest of the crew didn’t align. It was a science.Īfter a pancake breakfast, we all left for a hike. The smell of lightly roasted grounds permeated the air before she added boiling water to them in a carafe for precisely 5 minutes. Amber was quite the coffee connoisseur, so we let her work her magic. We were still the first to unzip our tent and crawl out, but Amber and Ryan followed shortly after to help make coffee.
Despite being in our tent, we were waking up to a zero day in Yosemite Valley. There was no urgent need to wake up early. From: Yosemite Valley to Sonora Pass and Kennedy Meadows Northĭay 85 // // Trail Miles: 0.00 / GPS Recorded Miles: 0.00 / Cumulative Trail Miles: 942.50
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