After departing from my beloved, I began the adventure towards Yosemite to meet up with my good friend, Celia, her husband, and their two children.  Traveling from Missouri, they just happen to be camping for a few days in Hodgons Meadow outside the Yosemite Valley for a few days. After 3 different buses and a ride from a kind park ranger, ( who was willing to drive me throughout the campground as I yelled my friends name from the open car window) I arrived to their camp where they had baked potatoes cooking in the fire and many beers on ice.  It was glorious!
The next morning I awoke to hot coffee and a breakfast of French toast with whiskey sauce!  After 2 days of family vacationing,  hiking about the National Park, and eating many tasty meals my plan was to hike out the Happy Isles trail to meet up with the PCT in Toulommee Meadows. 

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Yosemite Falls - from the car window

Given my history of poor directional sense, I made sure to pay special attention to my surroundings and took pictures of all the signs I passed to help avoid hiking unnecessary miles.

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Despite my best efforts, I did get quite lost hiking out of Yosemite and only made it 8 miles in the correct direction that first day. Forever positive, I did get to enjoy many amazing sights throughout the park.

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The T-Rex by Nevada Falls

My first night of solo camping was spent in a burn area :(…being too tired to hike the few miles out of it. It was an eerily quiet night.  I headed out early with the motivation of a cheeseburger and twisty cone on my mind at the general store Tuollemee Meadows…also excited to meet up with some other PCTers.  All this would come to fruition but not before I spotted a huge cinnamon colored bear that morning!!  We crossed paths along the trail and starred at eachother for a while before heading our separate ways…I was too nervous and awestruck to turn on my phone and capture a photo of the beast. But I tell you he was GIGANTIC!!  It made me feel very small, alone, and out of place in the wilderness viagra générique en ligne belgique…living amongst such large fuzziness.

The next several days were spent in some of the most amazing views yet on the trail. I lack my beloved’s talent and patience for photography…but here are a few…

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One of many meadows where I re-enacted the opening scene of The Sound if Music

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A lake which I sat by and enjoyed some lunch

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Still some snowy mountians

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Part of the uniform - mosquitoes were intense

My breath was taken away often due to the majestic scenic veiws I hiked through. Difficult to capture in photos…although I shall attempt to re-create. Close your eyes (and keep reading), take a deep breath and picture yourself standing on a narrow trail that winds along a mountain ridge…the sun is shining, stretched ahead of you is a bright green valley, hills sweeping and forming a V, mountians crest the background in all shades of gray and blue…like a paint swatch from Home Depot…a crystal clear, shimmery blue lake is nestled amongst the trees below you…between you and this earthly sight are hundreds of wild flowers in countless colors…butterflies, birds, and bees hum about the flowers, just going about thier day… a cool breeze sweeps up the mountain to your ridge, carrying with it the almost intoxicating scent of the wild flowers.  Aaahhhhhh…..

I made it into Bridgeport and spent one night at the local inn, visiting with the locals and resting.

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My room at the Bridgeport Inn

There was word about the trail of a fire in the section ahead, but undeterred, I trekked on without issues. Saw a little smoke in the distance but thoughts of reuniting with my partner in life, love, and hiking spurred me on.

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Quiet night in a large, lonely tent