We called the RV owner at 9 AM, fridge still not fixed. Called again an hour later; SOS. We had to get rolling, couldn't wait any longer, so we called an RV rental place, checked out of the motel, drove to the rental place, did the paperwork, tossed our gear into the RV, returned the rental car, retrieved our groceries from the RV owner's home and, finally, hit the road.
En route we made a brief pit stop at Stovepipe Wells in Death Valley. Pat wanted to buy a T-shirt like the one I'd bought in Death Valley several years prior, had Death Valley Yacht Club written on it, and a picture of a small boat mired in the sand. They had numerous tourist T-shirts but no Yacht Clubs. Eat your heart out, Bro.
We arrived at Whitney Portal Campground just before dusk, with barely enough time to locate the restrooms and trailhead before it became totally dark. We settled in, stowed our gear and groceries and started preparing dinner. We sacked out early, knowing we had a 2:30 AM wake up call. And, also knowing that with only 8 hours of acclimation time vs the 36 hours we'd planned on, altitude sickness might be a problem.
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