Sunday: I've arrived at cabin 22 where I'm trying to get my woodburning stove going for the first time since Black Sheep in Quilotoa.
Not too bad for a girl from the suburbs. Even if I did use all the matches.
Oh, yeah. This is why I'm here.
Also this. That's Half Dome from the back side.
I took an easy stroll out to the Lyell fork of the Tuolumne River.
I loved this tree.
There's no electricity aside from the dining room and shop. Less prepared people line up to charge their devices. For my 7-day adventure, I have a car charger and a solar-powered external battery. We'll see how they do. (It's very sunny.)
The tent cabins come with old-fashioned looking lanterns.
There is a pay phone with a few odd free calls: God, Wells Fargo, Social Security.
Tomorrow I'll do a harder day hike, to get used to the elevation. I met a couple at dinner doing a similar but longer loop: 55 miles for her 55th birthday.
It's early, but I'm going to turn in while the fire's still roaring.
There's no place like home.