Dad had a travel luggage scale with him ("That's why your packs's so heavy!"). My pack weighed in at 45.2 lbs the first day. Lightweight backpackers we were not, but I accepted it as a challenge. I have always felt encumbered by heavy loads, and was relishing the opportunity to get used to carrying a big pack.
|Cram it full!|
Near the creek was World’s Most Perfect Campsite. A sandy, partially shaded area right by a delectable swimming hole. We pitched our tents in the early afternoon and we all waded into the swimming hole, marvelling at the clear, cool water. It was perfect, the kind of Sierra beauty I expected when I first imagined the trip all the way back in October.
|Zoe and Karin enjoy the swimming hole|
The campsite, the weather, the swimming hole - it all felt like an afternoon in paradise. It turns out paradise is finite.
|Zoe and Annevitte 'crump' (sit down without taking off their backpacks) along the trail|
On the climb up towards Panorama Dome, we made up alternative lyrics to "Rolling down to old Maui" by Stan Rogers
It’s a damn tough life,
|Pennie on the trial up from Little Yosemite Valley|
|The bear management squad|
- The Wild Bazilchuk