Day 2 – June 19, 2021
I woke up first and scanned through the surrounding woods of the Sonora Pass before going down to the river for a wash in the early hours… The water was cold and I was trying to remain steady on the slippery rocks as I pushed off a tick crawling on my arm.
Glen shows care and respect allowing me for privacy as I deal with an old time self-consciousness.
Once I was done bathing and went back to the camp, we grabbed the Sawyer purifying system and went back to the river to fetch our drinking water.
Glen then unpacked all pieces of equipment we had bought the day before. Almost finished taking down the tent, I found Glen sat against the side of the car; he had an absence seizure and couldn’t focus on what I was asking him. I felt helpless but when we were done packing, I gave him a head massage hoping to help him relax. I then sat behind the wheel and drove us out of our amazing camping spot.
We reached a new level of comfort as Glen and I are getting to know one another and conversations get deeper.
We stopped in a rest area with a breathtaking view over Donnell Lake and its dam before driving through mountains and along creeks and rivers until we spotted a herd of sheeps and their guard dogs in a luscious green field. The picture was too beautiful not to stop.
With joyful hearts, we hit the road again, to Bodie this time…
We visited Bodie in the late afternoon.
After passing Mono Lake and after enjoying its rich birdlife and the view of the lake, we were looking for a spot to set camp.
That night, we set up camp in the desert of Sierra Nevada outside of Bishop, California. Glen pulled on the side of the road in what looked to me like the middle of the desert and asked me if I was okay setting up camp there. I really didn’t know what to say and felt shy both because I knew nothing about camping, let alone boondocking, and because Glen was still new to me.
It was already peach dark when we set up the camp and my headlamp flashed a coyote or jackal some 100 mètres away. We decided to set the tent behind a sandy wall by the roadside. It was full of thorny low bushes and as we found a clearing a few metres away, we had to carry Zill to the tent to preserve his paws.
That night, I fell asleep with only a madeup picture of where I was at, somewhere in the middle of a desert.