Until a few days ago I was probably the only person living west of the Mississippi that hadn’t been to Yosemite National Park. On each previous opportunity I’d had, I’d always gotten sidetracked en route — and hadn’t really felt like I was missing all that much in the grand scheme. Ultimately an expected larger crew was whittled down by circumstance to just Jeff Creamer, Tom Diegel, and myself. Arriving at the first long slide it looked good to go — but for a meaty hole where the slide became pool. Jeff walked his boat down to put in next to me.