cyberhobo

Author: cyberhobo

  • Day 60 (Pete)

    I’m sitting on a bridge thirty feet above the west fork of the West Walker River. We never thought we would set foot on this thing today let alone have a little light left to put a but on it and write. Well, that’s not all true. The day began optimistically enough. Twenty four miles…

  • Day 60

    Early in the morning I cheerfully strip down to cross Kerrick Creek. Halfway across the bottom drops out and I’m swimming in icy cold water. Pete follows suit while I howl, shiver, and dress. Our early optimism for the day is challenged by miles of deep sun cups over Dorothy Pass and out of Yosemite…

  • Day 59 (Pete)

    I had a dream last night. No, rather, it was a premonition. Dyl and I were inside the main hall of a great cathedral. It was very ornate with stained glass, wood carved banisters and a very high ceiling. Thousands of people filled the place. A popish figure stood at the pulpit giving mass. All…

  • Day 59

    One day nature can wound the soul, the next day heal it. When we give up clinging to our desires for lost packages, less snow, and such things, we gain power. Several 3 to 5 thousand-foot climbs and descents only fuel us further. The granite peaks dropping into mysterious valleys tug our hearts along. I…

  • day 58 (Pete)

    Well, I left Tuolomne Meadows in a horrible mood. The package didn’t come; so, our time spent waiting was kind of a waste. We did eat plenty of food and had some good conversations. One guy even insisted on giving us five bucks. Perhaps I am just feeling homesick and left out. Its a fun…

  • Day 58 (Tape)

    Wednesday, June 12th. We waited in Tuolumne Meadows until noon. Peter’s package didn’t show up, so the plans for his graduation donning of the suit are dashed for the moment. We left a fowarding address to Echo Lake. We’ll see what happens. Ah, promply after the package didn’t show up, and after stuffing ourselves with…

  • Day 58

    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…

  • Day 57 (Pete)

    I stole the pen I write this with from the cashier at the Tuolomne Meadows store. On a second, maybe third, trip in I heard her complaining that people had walked off with all her pens. Every time she rang up an item she would say the price out loud followed by either “tax” or…

  • Day 57 (Tape)

    Still Tuesday, June 11th. Peter’s package with his graduation suit in it didn’t show up here. And it’s long past due, and ah, nobody knows where it is. So it looks like we’re going to be staying an extra day in Tuolumne Meadows to see if it shows up tomorrow. And if it doesn’t, then…

  • 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…