We left at 6 AM instead of 4, which is just fine in my book, but Tegan was a little miffed at the situation. This would put us in the Sierras at our site around noon. Perfect. The drive was easy as it could be (of course I wasn't driving, so that helps). Regardless, the trip up was beautiful and uneventful, just like I like my women. We got to the campground, and our favorite spot was taken - which isn't horrible, it just means we have to hike about a hundred yards to our secret spot, that I can't reveal at this juncture. So - off we went unloading our small household worth of camping supplies and carting them through the boulders to the hidden spot.
This would be a good time to point out that I had tweaked the crap out of my back the day before, which is a great aside. Why is it that we hurt our backs doing the most banal shit? This time it was by checking to see what was in the dryer. That's right, I rendered myself painful and useless by LOOKING IN A DRYER. Come on.
OK, back to the camping. We finally got unloaded, and as we were bringing our last armfuls to camp, the nice Tijuana missionaries who were bow hunting and camped in the spot we wanted, invited us to an authentic Mexican lunch. Sweet! Strangely, this Mexican family was headed by a man named Bob Lawson, or some other comparatively white surname, and we found out later it was through the Missionary work he had done. Cool, whatever, free lunch. I found the fare delicious, although the meat they served was definitely killed by them, and had all the respective tendons and veins and such attached. 'Authentic.'
After that fabulous introduction to our trip we went over to the site to set up. You should know that it has been in the upper 80s in this part of the Sierras for the past two weeks. Today it decided to rain instead. Right as we were setting up our tent. And thunder, and rain some more. So - we got completely soaked, and then had to wait out the rain in our damp tent with our damp stuff. Ah, the great outdoors. Luckily it only lasted a few hours, then our friends Annie and Frank from Oakland showed up with their son, and it was game on - No more rain.
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