Journey Day 73 | PCT Day 73

Resupplying, reading mail outside Yosemite Post Office.

6/28/85

Mike Eades and I out of camp before 7 a.m. I skip breakfast. Right out of camp, my soaker separates us. Early a.m. walk dreamlike except walking hard on my bad ankle recalls reality. Pass a few early morning types, see a deer. Golf course image returns. I walk alone. Takes too long to get to the store, but I finally make it.

Kiwis finally. And Mike. We talk, munch. I get mail, box. Eat, opening box, drinking beer.

Rest of last night’s group filters in. Group photo time. Tourists with questions. Munch good food, cheer. Mom’s chocolate cookies last 10 minutes. Eric Anderson, Keith’s friend from college, shows up. We pile into his car, packs lashed to the top for ride into Yosemite Valley. Cramped again in a motor conveyance.

Drive around a little looking for a spot to camp. Traffic, people recall civilization’s bad side. After much runaround, including a wicked witch ranger, we get a piece of ground for our packs.

Head up to falls, then decide to take a bus tour. Stop in Yosemite Village, a hot area where pizzas, burgers, dinner beckon. Deli wins out. I spend $13, including a $10 party sub I’ll eat solo. Energies wane. We ride back on the bus. Crash out quickly.