I’m an idiot, I can’t read a map, I parked at the wrong resort, and I now humbly apologize for all the people-hating I did in this post, because several people saved my ass today by helping me find the trail when I thought I was lost, and one of those groups also gave me a ride back to that wrong resort where I’d parked the BFT.
Sigh.
Y’all enjoy these photos I took along the Twenty Lakes Loop. Only two have captions, because I’m out of adjectives for hiking in the Eastern Sierra.
I’ll just be sitting here for a few more hours, popping ibuprofen and sipping electrolyte-infused beverages.
I did not use it to get out to the trail head, nor did I buy a ticket for my return.
Which is why, as I limped down to the dock after completing the loop, I had to ask the hottie boat driver, “Um? Do you give pity rides to overzealous hikers?”
Affirmative. He let me buy my ticket after I got off at the other end of the lake. Worth. Every. Penny.
Em, Em, didn’t anyone ever teach you the breadcrumb trick?! Mercy, it’s a wonder you became a wanderer!!
Right? This is why I chose to hike this particular trail on a Saturday. I knew there’d be people!