Here is my trail log from my Yosemite trip. I still haven't really cleaned this account up yet, so beware of faulty spelling and loose grammar.
Yosemite 2003
Wednesday:
I flew out of Minneapolis around 5:30, got to San Jose around 7:40. It
was not a memorable flight. The food was incredibly skimpy with a postage stamp
sized "submarine" sandwich. Then the lady sitting by the window had to pee
twice. Each time she did, all three passengers in that row, including me, would
get up and and go to the restroom in synchronized fashion. At the curbside
check in the man who weighed my luggage noted that it weighed 48 pounds, which
is far more than normal. I had packed one bag with my backpack and my
camping paraphernalia while the other held normal stuff.
Continue reading Yosemite Diary.
Each day I walked across the frozen lake. Distances across bays, on foot, were much larger than I had expected, even though I have canoed, kayaked, and motored around for over a decade. It was very quiet.
I was really intrigued by how the islands seemed like isolated bonsai displays.
