Monday. June 19, 2017. Yosemite (backpacker’s camp).
Today started off as a good day, but quickly turned south. I woke up at 5 originally and was like “nope” and went back to sleep until 7:30 ish. I got up and slowly started my day, I was noticeably sore, that is for sure. The hike out of Snow Creek started off easy but then became ~10,000 switchbacks down the mountain. (Slight exaggeration, but not by much.) I was battling nausea the whole time, I literally had to force myself to eat breakfast, which is so unlike me.
Once I made it down the mountain it was a several mile hike down to the visitor’s center to get my next permit. It was awful, even being almost completely flat terrain. I felt terrible; with both nausea and heat. That is all my mind could focus on.
I finally made it to get my permit at about 2pm, much later than I should have had I been feeling well. Of course all the good/more popular trails were taken. I also wanted a trail that was easier, specifically not as much of a climb as my initial one on the falls. Which is a difficult request since I am in the middle of a valley. I ended up with Big Oaks Road, which is several miles down highway 120 and will involve having to hitchhike to the trail head. Joy. It will also involve coming back down Yosemite Falls if I make it through it.
Which is currently questionable based off of my current state of health. I stopped by the medical center on my way to the backpacker’s camp, but decided it was too expensive. So I started walking the couple mile trek to the camp, where you are allowed to stay for one night before and after a permit trip. Not even halfway, I started feeling even worse and got in a shuttle to go back to the medical center. They do not know if it is my sunburn or heat exhaustion (likely heat exhaustion I am prone to because of my sunburn, but tough to tell). Regardless, they gave me some zofran and told me to rest, preferably in the shade or air conditioning. The zofran did absolutely nothing, I still had to literally force myself to eat dinner, only the second time I ate today. So I am not sure what I am going to do tomorrow; try to see if the clinic can get me a health excuse to stay in the camp a second night or what.
Also getting into the camp was a struggle. By then I was already on the verge of a breakdown, as feeling terrible on a strenuous, but supposed fun vacation is not ideal at all. To make things worse, I took the shuttle from the medical center to the north pines campground. Well I did not know the backpacker’s camp is in the back, and that the middle of the campground is completely flooded with rushing water. It would have been a several mile excursion around it, and I just wanted to be done with today. So I started off wading through with my chacos on. It soon became up to my knees, muddy, and more forceful; aka extremely difficult to manage with my 40# pack and carrying my boots. I about started crying two different times, because by that point I could not easily turn around (especially in a time efficient manner.) So I just kept trying to get across. It took a while, but I finally made it with just a few scratches and gouges out of my feet/legs.
At one point in particular, I was trying to climb over a giant fallen tree. I had one foot up and I was attempting to pull myself up with my free hand. I was too top heavy for such a high surface though and half tumbled backwards. I looked like a turtle, with my pack representing a shell, but I was hovering over the rushing water instead of safely planted on the ground. My only saving grace is my one hand was clenched around the branch and would not let go. After a minute or two of struggling, I was able to get on top of the log and get my bearings. At that point the camp was only one bridge length away, so I am sure the other backpacker’s had great entertainment watching me.
Needless to say, I am done with today. Here is to hoping my vacation picks up again tomorrow, with good health.