Every year my wife Betsy takes a hiking trip with a group of women in the Yosemite backcountry. They drive the 4 or 5 hours down highway 395 and usually stay in a different lodge or tent-cabins each year to base their hiking out of. This year they stayed at Virginia Lakes, which is up a road off 395 into a high valley about 9,500 feet.
I told my wife I would take a bike ride when she was away, but I didn’t tell her my exact plans. I flew to Lee Vining, then got on my bike and rode up to Virginia lakes. I knew the group was off hiking in Lyle canyon, so I left a note on her cabin door, “Hi Sweetie, I hope you had a nice hike – Your Secret Admirer”. She knows me and it wasn’t much of a mystery to her, but the other women were taken off guard and wondered who left it and how they got there. Betsy has a bit of a reputation for being adventuresome, so when one of them heard it was me, she commented, “Geesh, you guys are meant for each other”. Yeah, I guess we are.