It’s been a long uneventful month in the homeland, many a wet dreary days that feel never ending. When it was sunny, we rejoiced and danced, running from boulder to boulder looking for the dry ones or at least half dry. The day ended and a new one came with skies of an omniscient grey that poured droplets the size of small peas. My heart sank. I wondered if the cloudless sky the day before was merely a dream. It has rained so much here this month. So much in fact, records were broken and it feels as though all anyone talks about is the rain. When the clouds start to part and blue sky …
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end of trip
I am writing this pretending that today was yesterday and that I am still on the road feeling that feeling that accompanies one when something is about to come to an end. But alas; nothing last forever and an end to something means a beginning of something else.Our stay in Bishop lasted a week longer than expected. Yosemite was wet as was the rest of the western states and Canada for that fact. So for the remaining of our stay we played on the boulders aiming for mileage and trying to do as many new problems as possible. That lasted for a few days until Mike Wickwire came along and told me he …
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After three weeks in Bishop, I am leaving; rather, I want to leave... Yosemite beckons me but the weather there has not been so cooperative there to the monkey clan. So until then, if then, I await in Bishop perhaps one more week and either chance it in the valley or head up north. The grand USA grants the Canadian tribe 6 month stays and I am almost at that limit. I must leave this country early April, without or without a return to the Valley; otherwise I am considered an alien. I do not wish to find out how the US border treats Aliens so I will not entertain the chance staying here much …