We eagerly gobble all our food and drink all our water, anticipating a store at Red’s Meadow. We find a very closed store, and a bunch of carpenters trying to get a fish hook out of a kid’s arm. On their way to the hospital we scam a ride into Mammoth Lakes, then back again. The store is closed, but the hot springs are open, and we have them to ourselves.
We sleep with our food, as usual, with noisemakers and projectiles ready for marauding bears. I seriously doubt a bear could have woken us if it tried.