Here is my trail log from my Yosemite trip. I still haven’t really cleaned this account up yet, so beware of faulty spelling and loose grammar.

Yosemite 2003

Wednesday:

I flew out of Minneapolis around 5:30, got to San Jose around 7:40. It
was not a memorable flight. The food was incredibly skimpy with a postage stamp
sized “submarine” sandwich. Then the lady sitting by the window had to pee
twice. Each time she did, all three passengers in that row, including me, would
get up and and go to the restroom in synchronized fashion. At the curbside
check in the man who weighed my luggage noted that it weighed 48 pounds, which
is far more than normal. I had packed one bag with my backpack and my
camping paraphernalia while the other held normal stuff.

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Ever have a day where there is no motivation to do anything? I am having a string of these days. Once I get started I am fine, but starting is the problem. Uggh. I am off to have sushi for lunch. Nothing picks me up like a little raw fish.