Spent a cold night in the solo tent, where I thought I would sleep better. Woke at 5:45 a.m. to a loud MOO five feet from my head. Heard Jeff get up and shoo the cows away ("chya! chya!") After five minutes of listening to their hoofbeats and grumblings near my little tent, I decided I had to see them, as well as get up to pee. There's nothing like peeing in a meadow with 30 cows lined up staring at you. I shoo'd them away more and eventually they wandered off. As I crawled back in the tent I noticed frozen dew on the camp chair outside.
I went back to sleep and awoke at 8:15. I was surprised to hear coyotes partying in the distance; I didn't know they howled in the daylight.
After a long morning packing up the llamas (and readjusting their packs), we hiked out of the beloved meadow and over a scary, exposed mountain pass to Pine Lakes. We almost camped in an alpine meadow above the lakes (something I would never have considered, incidentally, if we didn't have the llamas), but we decided to hike down to a more traditional "developed" campsite near the lake itself. We built a campfire, made tea, had Indian food (Tasty Bites) and a glass of wine, and settled in. Had to search the campsite (fruitlessly) for Melina's stuffed kitty, which she is suddenly attached to; hope to find it tomorrow. For now, campfire and moon shining on lake. Very cold, though--we will all sleep together in the tent tonight.
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