cyberhobo

Month: June 1996

  • Day 57

    Arriving in Tuolumne meadows we luck out – the store/post office has opened early this season. While we partake of many civilized delights like gardenburgers, haircuts, and ice cream, there is one disappointment. A package we were expecting doesn’t show up. We decide to wait one more day for it. While we sleep in a…

  • Day 56 (Pete)

    Dylan and I had a conversation about marriage and children today. Siri and I had talked about each. Dylan and Camella had recently, and seriously, began to plan for marriage. All that stuff is for the future though. It used to be that I just deplored the idea of reproducing. The old cliché, “How could…

  • Day 56 (Tape)

    Okay this entry for, I guess, Monday June 10th. Interesting day. Um, let’s see. That was actually yesterday. ——— I had to stop there and watch a deer meander out of our way. So yeah, it was yesterday. It was interesting day because it was through the same area that I had ah taken a…

  • Day 56

    A profoundly beautiful day, we lose any sense of difference between ourselves, this high rugged land, things gone by, and things to come. It is all encompassed in these high sierra mountains. I could say that we climbed two more passes, got lost in between, talked honestly, and enjoyed the silence. But I can’t imagine…

  • Day 55 (Pete)

    I am forced to write this all the way stuffed down into my sleeping beg. It is stuffy and cramped in here. Fortunately, however, I am not being sucked down to a bony corpse by the militia of mosquitoes hovering outside. The hot pool we half scouted last night had a thick crust of mysterious…

  • Day 55 (Tape)

    Ok, it’s Sunday June 8, and, 9th. June 9th. And I’m cocooned in my sleeping bag. This time to escape the mosquitos. They’re swarming outside, we just ate dinner out in em. And even after covering ourselves in bug goop I think ah, I’ve got a few hundred bites, here and there. And it was…

  • Day 55

    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.…

  • Day 54 (Pete)

    Today was such a long day its difficult to remember if this morning was yesterday or today. Its really difficult to convey what goes into one of one days. To start, we do a lot of exercise. For the first time in my life, I can have a great day, a happy day, a horrible…

  • Day 54 (Tape)

    Saturday June 8th. And, we just kind of ah… there’s this little ford, Fish Creek. We are doing kind of an alternate route to the PCT, lower down, out of the snow, because I lost my sunglasses. And we just tried to do this ford. And looking back on it, we might have done it…

  • Day 54

    Another pass, Silver Pass, I hiked over but never saw. My sunglasses disappeared during a creek ford, leaving me seriously worried about snow blindness. I hiked over the pass in Pete’s footsteps, peeking through squinted eyes. The day is full of emotion: our laughter echoes far below us during a thrilling glacade, we are both…