NEMY, NICOLA, HYLA, PAUL. YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK.

Day Eleven

September Three, Two Thousand and Sixteen

One of first real cold mornings has us peaking out of the tent and pegging where we can literally catch some rays 

and warm our ways.

Our ride today will take us from White Wolf Campground to Tuolumne Meadows.

Still all in Yosemite National Park.

Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name
I've got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name
I've got a name

Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by

j croce

Like this section, which appears to be a demoralising endless climb, our winding road is virtually all up.

If it appears in this photo that we've pretty much have given up, not so.

Just a break for a little stretching and a lot of eating.

We have made a virtual seventy kilometre U turn and can see the back side of El Capitan and parts of the Yosemite Valley from here.

We exchanged some pleasant conversation with this couple from Holland. I milked it for as long as possible as these people coming from a land (FLAT) where there are more bicycles than people, they appreciated and were in awe of all the pain and suffering we have brought upon ourselves. 

In many cases and in many ways, we are told both how inspirational (and in mumbled breath) how stupid we are.

I later with my google translator now know in Dutch,

"what do you have, shit for brains"

With Labour day weekend almost upon us, people are starting to hang out most everywhere. 

Good thing we've made it to the Meadows as soon as we did because even here at that walk-in hike and bike campground, sites are filling fast.

Coming next: Good thing that we are:

Rolling us down the highway

Moving us down the highway

because if you wanted to go hiking the interior, you would have to stand in line for a couple of hours, even then no guaranties, to get a permit. 

What would John Muir think?