Note (warning) to the reader: This post, which follows the post George Packard Writes of 4/27/12 may be a bit confusing, since it introduces the text of the Story of the P’s which will be serialized on these very Bumbastories blog pages. The story begins with the next blog (above) and I’ve numbered the installments after that, so maybe it will be clear. Let me know if this is working or not. Thanks.

George Packard, retired schoolteacher, continued with his Story of the P’s.

George resumed the story with a haiku:

Luxuriant and moist/The grasses of the meadow/Stretched before him

The woman, Rozina, was already far ahead, forging a path through the tall grasses of Tuolumne Meadows. She had recovered fully from her injury and walked well now. They had come down from Reno by foot, and now had passed through the crumbled old gates of Yosemite National Park. They had camped the night before just before the top of the Tioga Pass; it had been a difficult night because of the cold. But now they had descended into the glorious meadows and high grasslands of the Tuolumne….