To “yogi” is to ask for something—in this case, a ride down to Independence—without actually asking. I define yogi-ing as such: implying you could use help without inquiring for help.
It goes like this…
Me: “Hi. Sure is nice here.”
Unsuspecting day hiker: “Howdy. Ain’t it though? Are you thru-hiking the PCT?”
Me: “Nah, I’m about a third of the way through.”
Unsuspecting day hiker: “Oh, that’s not what I meant. I meant—”
Me, interrupting: “I’m just kidding, it’s a silly thru-hiker joke, like putting a rock in another hiker’s backpack…say, do you know if there’s anywhere free to stay in town, like a city park or something?” (Special emphasis is placed on the word “free”.)
Unsuspecting day hiker: “Oh, no. There ain’t nothing free in this Godforsaken town. I’ll tell you what though; you seem like a decent feller, why don’t you stay with me and my old lady. She cooks up a real mean casserole.”
Me: “Oh, no. I couldn’t, thank you.”
Unsuspecting day hiker: “Are you sure? You can get yerself cleaned up too.”
Me: “Oh, what the hell, why not? Canada isn’t going anywhere.”
This is just one of the many examples of how the art of yogi-ing works. It’s part art, part science, and an experienced thru-hiker is a professional at it all.
The blogger’s variant is posting examples of other people’s clever verbiage to avoid the exertion of coming up with it on one’s own.