The sky was
all sunshine as we hiked southeast along the Lyell Fork of the Tuolumne
River. A bit of haze still hung in the
air but the wind had shifted, a gentle breeze moving towards the fire, blowing
the smoke away from us, and I hoped it would stay that way.
Lyell Canyon
proved to be my favorite section of trail to date. We spent the day passing through a long
finger of meadow pocketed with wetlands and scattered rock, bound on both sides
by steep, forested hills. The river
meandered lazily beside us, sometimes slipping playfully over small falls and
gliding across slick slabs of granite.
We spotted deer, marmots, squirrels and countless birds.
Around
midday, we stopped for a lazy lunch of trail mix, jerky and snack bars. The kids played in the river while Pam and I
waded out to sit on rocks in the middle and soaked our feet in the cold
water. I felt more peaceful than I had
at any point on our trip, and I let that feeling sink into me along with the
sun’s warmth, knowing this was what I’d come for. This is what it was all about. I was finally slipping into trail mode, a way
of being that I hadn’t experienced in too many years, and I’d missed it.
We camped
that night near foothills at the base of Donahue Pass, pitching our tent in a
cluster of trees near the river. From
our campsite, a shelf of granite ran out to the river, forming a small cascade
that spilled into a perfect swimming hole.
I stripped and lay down in the water, hooting a few times at how cold it
was before I was able to scrub the trail grime from my skin. Afterwards, I lay in the sun, letting my body
dry while the kids explored a long section of the river. They pretended to be some sort of monkey creatures,
hunched and hopping, and I closed my eyes and listened to them grunt, snort and
laugh.
That night
we ate dinner atop clustered boulders, looking down at the river as light from
the setting sun blazed orange and pink on ridges of the Kuna Crest. The boys and I decided to sleep outside the
tent, so after brushing our teeth and securing the bear canisters we spread our
sleeping bags on a flat rock and read The Hobbit by the light of my
headlamp. Eventually we turned out the
light and lay on our backs watching stars emerge.
Noah put on
his glasses so he could see the stars better, everything about his face alive
and awake. Kai on the other hand, looked
completely exhausted, and I actually though he’d already fallen asleep when he
muttered, “Dad, will bears come right here while we sleep?”
“No. We did a good job keeping camp clean and
putting everything away.”
He was quiet
again for a long time, and once again I thought he’d fallen asleep when he
suddenly stirred. “Dad, can I get in the
tent with Mom?”
“Are you
sure? You can scoot right here against
me if that feels better.” I reached out
and pulled him into a cuddle.
“I think
I’ll just get in the tent.”
As I got
back in my sleeping back Noah said, “Shooting star!”
“Really?” I hurried onto my back and looked up, hoping
there’d be a second. I’d only waited a
few minutes when another shot right above us, leaving a bright, long tail
across the sky.
“Cool,” we
both said.
And the
meteors just kept coming. We saw at
least ten more before I finally got too tired and had to close my eyes. I was almost asleep when Noah said, “Thanks,
Dad.”
“Thank you,”
I answered, and I scooted closer to him.
It gave me the happiest feeling, just knowing that he was laying there
beside me soaking up a sky full of stars and feeling alive. I’m not sure how long he stayed awake
watching the sky. I dozed off long
before he did.
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J.S.
Kapchinske is the author of Coyote Summer.
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