I woke up very early and took a shower. Bev and another woman who had arrived in our dorm after I fell asleep were in the room by the door. I slept in the center room, which I had to myself. I brushed my teeth, got dressed, and applied some light makeup. Bev had asked me to wake her up, so I did.
At breakfast, I ran into Howard, the man from Australia, and sat with him again. He was planning to hike at Yosemite. Bev strolled in, and I introduced them. We ended up riding with Howard in his car, instead of taking the bus as we had planned. The Yarts bus runs regularly to Yosemite from Merced. It's very convenient. Bev held the map, and I offered my knowledge of the area when they weren't quite sure which direction we should take. Basically, you stay on the main road. It's funny how much you take for granted when you have grown up in California. I've visited most everywhere, so I have an overview of the layout in my mind.
I decided to just look around the park and head back early on the next bus. I had a feeling it was going to get crowded. I wanted to relax at the spa, read, and take a nap. I took another hike on the Bug Trail, by the resort. Howard and Bev ran into me on the deck after returning from their long hike halfway up The Dome. They were excited about their day. I enjoyed hearing about it. Next time I plan to spend more time in Yosemite Park. I also met a friendly rock climber in the sauna. He was friendly, handsome, and tan, with muscles that rippled. Yosemite is full of people who love the outdoors and who are very fit. There is something about being in excellent shape that makes people very positive and attractive. We all seemed to be feeling a natural high from the altitude and basking in the power of nature.
I took the Yarts bus back to Merced and boarded my train back to Bakersfield. There was a man at the station and on my train who was acting very loud, obnoxious, and erratic. His behavior and language made me nervous, so I quietly mentioned it to the woman at the counter. She offered to walk me to the train and yelled at him, "Keep it down!" He got off and on at every stop, hanging out of the platform. It was weird.
We arrived in Bakersfield at 10:30 p.m. I drove the hour and a half back home. I had some trouble finding the freeway on ramp, because they were doing construction. The temporary signs were incorrect. Fortunately, my intuition helped me to figure out what to do, after circling around a few times. It was a relief to arrive home safely. Next time I think I will take an earlier train. It feels safer.
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