January 14, 2021. Playa Royale, Mexico. Cold# 2.

The coldest night I ever spent was in Yosemite. Ken and I were camping on our way home from our summer job in Arizona. We stopped for a couple of days in Yosemite. We hiked and we drove all around. When it got dark, we happened to be in the high country. Our day was wonderful in the valley. The place is spectacular. And the evening was beautiful and pleasant so we decided not to pitch the tent so we could see all the stars. We had primitive camping equipment. No stove. No sleeping bags. No air mattress. We slept on a ground cover with a quilt under us and a quilt over top. So we went to sleep. But we were in the high country and the temperature dropped. It got cold. And we woke up feeling very cold. In addition, we could hear bears rooting through the trash cans. We could hear them go from one can to the next. Ken did get up to get our jackets but it did not work. We just were miserable the rest of the night. As soon as the sun came up and the bears went away we got up, packed up and headed to lower level where we could get warm. Our visit to Yosemite was excellent, in fact it was the only time we ever visited the wonderful park. But if you ask either of us what we did in Yosemite, we would say that we froze all night in the high country. Poor judgement on our part. But a good story.