Day 58

bear print

The package doesn’t show, which puts Pete in a foul mood. We get a small sampling of the wildlife, granite, tourists, and rangers indigenous to Yosemite National Park. The day ends with two harrowing fords that leave me feeling small and helpless, once again beyond the reaches of civilization. I sit by the roaring creek and attempt to put some of my emotions into words on paper as my wet gear dries and the day fades peacefully away.

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