Even after a week of walking in the Sierra; even after one wearies of dirtying the same few clothes worn throughout the day and throughout the week, day after day, even after one's spouse expresses her weariness with the same clothes, and even when the tent begins to feel look and cramped…there's a nostalgia that comes at the end of a great backpacking trip.
The journey is nearing an end; now another must be begun. That's pretty much how I felt Saturday evening, about eight o'clock, just four days ago.
Pic taken from slope west of the middle Sunrise Lake, to the east of Tenaya Lake, in Yosemite National Park, on 9/8/09.
Kit Stolz 