Camping at Trail Camp Saturday night restored my knowledge of why I hate to camp at Trail Camp.
Found a great pad up on the rocks, away from the trail. It was past sundown, just light enough to set up without my head lamp. I pounded in the front stake, then went around to a back corner of the tent.
Almost lost my dinner when I got a nose-full of stale piss in the corner of the tent platform.
Congratulations to the hordes for perhaps driving me out of the Whitney Zone once and for all.
-L
