Cool temps Tuesday, not quite. Warm in fact (enough to walk around comfortably wearing nothing), they called for blizzard winds and snow at elevation. We bivied in the Happy's dirt pull out. Dreamed of slipping some climbing in before the calling storm, and slept to the sounds of wind gusts over the unprotected fields. I roused to calling cows - cow tipping anyone- and the sprinkling rain. After a morning tinkle the clouds bayed away through the day. Running a circuit of classics found me at The Hulk, which is an amazing climb, but some time during it I managed to strain my neck, adding to my stiff back. Sadly Bishop is dry on tree, making self medicating hard, perhaps some rest days on the coast are calling, but that won't happen till late April. After a crash pad nap, two advil, then a tailgate dinner, I collected my change and computer for an evening of comfort in Lounge O'Starbucks. After ditching my garbage in the dumpster and checking for "free groceries", an older dude with his life strapped burdensome to his back asked for change, hoping for a coffee. Slapped my pockets. Dug around my pants. Glanced at the dash. Looked for an answer. He said not to worry. Told him I was living cheep. He said he was with me, "dude". Surely I wasn't much less dirty than him. Asked if I was going to Mammoth. Told him I was climbing. Rock Climbing, I'm with you "dude" he said. We parted ways with words of good travel. When I drove off he was untying my garbage bags, hopefully he could get some change, from my seven six packs I had collected, for his coffee. Come to think of it he sounded drunk, maybe we both have an addiction.
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