Hitchhiking is a beautiful thing. With a pen and an old styrofoam to-go container that we fished out of a trash receptacle, we made a sign. “Glacier Point”, it read. After 7 minutes of thumbing, we hitched a ride with a glowing young couple. An hour later and we entered Glacier Point as our trailhead, with high spirits and a craving for the unknown. Into Yosemite Valley, the granite smiled at us as we ventured onward, thirsty for whatever may lie ahead.