We awoke to our neighbors voices echoing off the canyon wall. Breakfast at a fraternity house. The quiet trickle of Yosemite Creek drones near.
Reach arms up tall; stretch. Yawn. Marvel at sharp angle of light granted through green trees. Stomach. Hunger. Ready for Coffee. Wiggle from sleeping bag. Feet in sandals. Adjust warm hat. Yawn. Smile.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Great!”
Day 5: provisions require creative combinations. Breakfast menu: Apple cinnamon. Maple brown sugar. Raw oats. Oatmeal, or oatmeal, or oatmeal.
Select flavor. Place oatmeal in bowl. Boil water. Wait. Bubbles. Steam. Salvation. Add steamy liquid to oats.
Mmmmm…. yea, oatmeal.
Browse additions to meal.
No fruit. Bummer.
Ketchup, to bold.
Mustard, ew.
Tapatio, hmmmm.. no.
Honey, Yes..
Peanut butter, yes, delicious.
Nature valley oats bar?
Whoa. New idea. Crumble unopened bar. Tear open. Add to Oatmeal.
Gold-brown crumbs like ships on a viscous sea. Stir slowly. The armada sinks. Munch. Nom. Mmmm…. Yea.
-Oolin | Yosemite Creek Campground, CA
