If everything around here doesn't totally unravel, then I will be staring down the valley toward half-dome in two weeks time. And this time, I will travel with bear mace.
I am looking for meadow alpines, among others. I may end up bogged in scrub chaparral, but as long as I am out there, it will be adventure.
Maybe I will find Muir atop an inner tube, beer in hand, floating the Merced River.
8 comments:
Don´t get lost. I know that all roads lead to Rome, but what would you want there?
Breathe it all!
meadow alpines in America? that country is bigger than I suspected. bear mace sounds good. please bring fangs home! (yours especially.)
Did Muir ever use anything more than his walking stick? I believe the water will have more than a little chill to it in two weeks time...
You should have no trouble finding the alpines - but scrub chaparral smells better.
Bear Mace? Hope it doesn't go off in your backpack.
minka, I could hang out at the Trevi Fountain until someone realized my Mexican Spanish was not Italian.
ariel, look for smoke signals if you don't hear from me by fall. :)
tsduff, you are so right. What has become of us young-folk - all of our technologies. Weak at heart, I say. I wonder if bear mace has *ever* really worked?
in the paw of a bear it sure does. :)
and when they meet you, they sure will need it...
Easy with the mace, Mule. Not every bear in California is dangerous. Some are just sarcastic.
The last time I was in Yosemite I was with my sister and Jim, who was then her boyfriend and now is her husband. Looking around at the grandeur of naturally carved granite, Jim proclaimed: "Man, erosion makes bitchin' s**t!"
I welcomed him into the family without second thoughts.
ariel, no doubt! you have no idea the fear I bring to bears. A bookish rogue.
doug, that is about as fine a test as any. This will be my first visit. I am very excited.
The whole thing about bears is sort of a joke. Last year I went on a camping trip in North Carolina and ran in to a mother black bear and her cub. Probably harmless, but I ran six miles back to the car and drove three hours home. A raging pirate, I be.
Post a Comment