New people began to arrive, some by mule train. They looked cleaner than those of us who'd been sleeping in our clothes.
And then something exciting happened: a young man with long hair climbed up on top of the rocks!
I'd seen a tall blonde in a polka dot bikini posing in the water for her boyfriend, but this was much better. The diver waved and climbed down and an hour later returned with friends.
A couple of middle-aged dudes were swimming under the freezing waterfall, but they got out to watch too.
The cliff divers of Glen Aulen, in your SF water!
We cheered and then I went and took a nap.
My new tent mates arrived, and Lydia and I set to opening her box of Cabernet Sauvignon that her husband had mailed to Yosemite and then paid $5/lb to send to Glen Aulin on mule.
We ate dinner with the mule wrangler and learned lots of nifty facts about mules: that they have an odd number of chromosomes and can't reproduce. That they spend the offseason in Chowchilla. I appreciated their good temper even more on Friday when I climbed 600 feet of terrible cobblestone.…