Now its time to make it to the campsite. It is getting late. The Yosemite valley campsite area was packed, every campsite was full. There is a huge gift shop area for suplies and such. This place is not just for camping, but the mecca for climbers and back country campers. Poeple that would hike and live in the bckcountry for weeks. You can tell who was who. The civilians were fat and pale, the climbers/campers were ridiculously in shape, not an ounce of fat on them. Sinwey and tanned, not from the beach, but from being outdoors and clilmbing/hiking all day. And most looked like they hadn't had a how shower in weeks. When we got to out camp site, lo and behold, two couples were squating there, large tents already set up, and in the midst of what looked like a pretty good dinner (all we had were Walmart hotdogs and marshmellows). I volunteered to kick them out. They said they just decided that day to come up from Orange country. And were suprised to find no available campsites (duh), so they found the one empty spot (there are 100's there), our spot because we were so late, hoping we wold be a no show. They were so busted. But I felt bad kicking them out, it was late, and they seemed very nice (they looked and acted so guilty and contrite), and since our site was easily large enough to fit several more tents I said they could stay on condition that they help setup our tents (which we have no idea how to set up) and become our sherpa's for the night. They jumped at the chance and we all became friends, shared our booze and stuff. We all went out stargazing later that night. Crystal had never scene a shooting star, and so we laid down on the pavement and looked up. Usually you'll see a shooting star every several minutes, but now we say nothing, for 30 minutes, 40 minutes. And then... wow.
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