Tuesday morning I left mirror Lake and drove back to Tincup on the horrendous rock filled jeep trail euphemistically known as a road and had breakfast at the only restaurant in Tincup. I should've made my own breakfast but between the mosquitoes and me being too lazy to find all of my cooking stuff I figured I needed a taste of civilization and some real food.
Last night was not nearly as cold as the night before so I got a much better night's sleep. I have no way of proving it was less cold but there was no ice on the tent or anywhere else so I figured there was a warming trend and my minivacation was going to become more comfortable.
I visited the cemetery in Tincup which is an interesting place as cemeteries go. there are very old graves and very new graves all mixed together in a cemetery with the prettiest view I've ever seen. if you have to rest someplace for all eternity the Tincup cemetery is the place to be.
I moved all my camping paraphernalia to a national forest campsite next to Taylor Lake 7 or 8 miles from Tincup and will spend the last night of my minivacation surrounded by the beautiful mountains that encircle this place.
I'll be heading out of here in the morning and going back to my daughter's house. It will be great to get a shower again and having meals instead of snacks are something I'm really looking forward too. And even though I'm getting used to the cot and the sleeping bag their still just a pretend bed and nothing like the real thing.
I've learned a lot from this three night minivacation but it's going to take some time for me to put it all together in my mind. but one thing I've learned for sure is that the difficulties of living in a tent, even for a short period of time, are magnified as you get older. Minor inconveniences become major, chilly nights become really cold, 10,000 feet of altitude feels like 12,000 feet. And getting out of a cot on a cold morning will remind you very quickly that you're not 23 years old anymore.