
It started snowing outside of Oakhurst as the TOF hit around 5K ft, and continued until descending into Wawona, then picking right back up again. As I crested Chinquapin and headed towards tunnel view, everything lightened up to reveal the clearing storm to the west along the Merced Canyon.

I knew if I was to enjoy the snow I had to get my buns out of bed Saturday morning, so after an awesome dinner with mom and dad (grilled filet mignon wrapped in bacon, 3-bean salad, and baked potatoes from the campfire), I hit the sack in the TOF. The alarm was painful at 3, but I was rolling by 3:45. Looking up from the bridge over the Merced outside of Upper Pines CG, I switched off the headlamp to check out the stars. No moon, and every last twinkle was brilliant in the cold night air. I walked past North Pines and the stables, then switched the lamp back on. I scanned right, then left, then FROZE. Two bright green eyes looked back at me from near the ground about 50ft off. (No, Mike, it WASN’T a squirrel! And NO, I didn’t get a picture of it) For a moment, neither of us moved, and I couldn’t make out a body shape since the lamp-light didn’t extend that far. So instead of waiting for it to come towards me, I advanced a step or two, yelling, growling, slapping my poles together. It stood, took two steps away, then turned around and looked again. I kept yelling at it, trying to be as threatening as possible, and it finally skulked off.

I almost turned back for the TOF and my warm sleeping bag. Then I almost hid in the crapper at Mirror “Lakeâ€