02/05/2025
2006 One summer’s day, we set out to do an out and back hike from Tuolumne
Meadows. We had our poles, food, hydration. Everything we needed…we
thought. We were in hiking summer attire. We hadn’t quite realized we’d be at
elevation and could be caught in some snow fall. It did snow lightly. We hiked on.
As we approached our turn around point; the trail simply “called” to continue.
Hikers know the voice. So on we went. Just a bit further. Then a bit further still.
And yet even further. At some point we decided to just ‘go for it’ (translation: do
the 26 miles to Yosemite Village and shuttle the 50+ miles back to our vehicle).
We had the shuttle schedule; including last shuttle of the day. We knew the
ranger stations close and do not allow hikers to shelter in for the night. No
problem. On we went…
I guess we hadn’t accounted for the decent into the valley from the high country.
Granite rocks and steps became excruciatingly painful at each step. This
significantly slowed our pace. Since there was no turning back now; we
continued on towards our shuttle.
As fate would have it; we missed the shuttle. Night was falling and we were over
50 miles from our vehicle. Naturally we thought to hitchhike back to our car.
Who wouldn’t pick up 2 women; right? Complicating the situation were the
murders in the Park earlier that season. That there were not a plethora of
vehicles out in the evening was an understatement. We tried flagging them down
but none stopped. It was getting colder and darker by the minute. Being ever
resourceful; we decided to try flagging down a car with a $20 bill. That worked.
A lovely young man and his girlfriend ferried us back to our car. We lived to
share the story.
We were grateful. Adventure completed. (The next day however, we could barely
walk…)