Clueless returns from the High Sierras, where she was supposedly hiking in the back country of Yosemite National Park. Except, was I hiking? Instead of all-day slogs uphill on mountains for 7 or 8 or 9 miles before dinner, Hubb and I went on two to three 2-hour walks per day. We did a lot of walking, even a little real hiking, but never got very far from camp. The wonders of being way up high with the craggy mountaintops were, alas, for others who were stronger, had trained and prepared, who were acclimatized to the altitude, and, I can't help thinking, were more worthy than we were. The beauty was everywhere to behold, and we got an eyeful, but I do feel a twinge that me, Clueless, was clueless out on the High Sierra trails, too. Maybe we didn't flunk, but I'd say maybe we got a C+ (with an 'A' for staying overnight in a snug little tent cabin with two complete strangers!). . . .

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Posted by the clueless gardener Reblogged by Old Roses to autumn on 2007-09-01, 06:47:16

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