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June 11
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 closed campground, a bear rips the door off a car in a nearby
parking lot to get some cheese.
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June 12
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 and attempt
to put some of my emotions into words on paper as my wet gear dries and the day
fades peacefully away.
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June 13
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 no longer feel helpless when faced with a swift river.
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