loved this really secluded spot in sequioa np. i hiked a small ways to a camp site and had nightmares of bears and starting the forrest on fire the first night!! got settled and drunk by the next night and was feeling pretty happy to be there and doing it all on my own. it was beautiful. it was quiet. my alchohol stove worked rad and everything else was perfect too. of course this couldn't last all that long and on my way back from a hike with big white i picked up a towel from the car and oh shit, locked the keys inside! fucking dumb ass! called myself some other names, i cried, i yelled, i was completely defeated. for the first time this whole trip i had to go ask someone for help. i hiked to the rangers station, told the old timer with the fancy hat what i did and just stood there as he gave me this blank stare and no response. "do you have a slim jim?" i finally asked him. this guy was no help. i don't even think he knew what a slim jim was. he gave me the AAA option which was pretty funny but when i asked him if he had any coat hangers and he returned with a plastic white one, i was rolling. not really. was this guy for real?! thank god he had a metal hanger and thank god i figured out how to open my fucking door with it becuase i was pretty screwed otherwise. i drank an extra beer that night and returned the hanger like he had asked. the look on his face-quality!