Given that I am a major procrastinator, I naturally did not “have time” to do laundry or pack until Saturday morning. I woke up early and was running around trying to get everything done, clean up the place a bit, etc. Apparently I’m too good, since by the time I finished with all the cleaning and the packing, I still had two hours before we were planning to leave for the airport. Damn I’m good!
5 minutes after we were supposed to leave, we realized that the dogs’ blankets smelled like anal glands. GROSS. We weren’t about to leave that for the neighbors to have to deal with for a week, so we threw it in the washer and waited until they washed and then were kinda dry. We ended up leaving the house 35 minutes after the planned time. Which didn’t really matter: there was no line at the airport so we breezed through bag drop and security, and had loads of time to wait for our flight. (We flew JetBlue—I highly recommend it! It was a nonstop flight, and each seat had its own TV. Awesome.)
We landed at Long Beach Airport , and walked out of the plane onto the tarmac, and then up the ramp and into the airport…through the airport and back outside to baggage claim. It’s a wee little airport, by the way. Brad and Trish and Tristan were there to pick us up and on the way to their house we ordered some dinner—a pizza and spaghetti and salad. It was all actually really really quite tasty.
Sunday we jumped out of bed, I repacked my stuff into the smaller bag (no way was I going to take my big suitcase camping for pete’s sake…I don’t know what everyone else was thinking, but I knew what I was doing. J
We loaded up the Tahoe—the reservation had been for a minivan for the 6 of us, but none were available so we got “upgraded”…which meant that one of the very back seats had to be taken out for our stuff, and someone had to be put in the other very back seat with no leg room and no foot space. Nice. Made a stop at Target on the way out, and we were off!
So my knowledge of California ’s geography consists of : LA and San Diego are in the south, Sacramento is the capital somewhere in the middle, and San Francisco is in the north. I apparently had no idea that the entire state is desert. And the San Joaquin Valley is uglier than west texas BUT it has mountains surrounding it—they’re just very very far away. And it’s a huge valley. I thought we were never going to get out of there! Mom informed me that the SJV provides the US with much of its produce….we did see a lot of orchards and fields. Brad even asked me what one field was—I guess because I worked for an ag professor in college I was the expert. ;)
Fortunately we stopped in Bakersfield for lunch—at In N Out Burger—YUM. If you haven’t been there, you need to try it. It’s delish. I always have to have it when I fly out there—though usually I get it on the way from the airport. (There’s always one on the way to the house, no matter what!:)
We arrived at Yosemite , but instead of turning left to go check in, we turned right to go to the Mariposa Grove. Beautiful huge trees—though at ~300 ft tall, these are the “smaller” version of the giant sequoias. We wandered around admiring..and smack in the middle was a huge one they called the Grizzly Giant—one branch in particular was 7 feet thick! Another big one had had a hole cut out of it and a road put through it—Just wide enough and tall enough for a horse and buggy! Inside the hole people had carved their names and dates…one I took a picture of was from 1929, but I think there was one from the 1890s too. And the sap that had seeped was orange and glowed like lava when I took a picture of it.
We finally left the Mariposa Grove and headed to Curry Village to sign in. Unfortunately by this time it was dark, and we had a little trouble reading the map and figuring out where we were supposed to park and then find our tent cabins. Dad saved the day though and figured out we were in the wrong parking lot. J We found our cabins and got settled in, making sure to put scented stuff (food, toiletries, etc) in the bear lockers just outside the door.
From there, we hiked back to the Tahoe and drove up the road a little ways, and then found the trail to Sentinel Dome. This was quite steep, and on the way we saw evidence of bears—where they had scratched the bark of a tree. As we neared Sentinel Dome, I noted how much like Central Texas ’s Enchanted Rock it was. Cool! J Brad, Trish, Tristan and I went all the way to the top; Mom and Dad stopped at the base of the Dome and enjoyed the views from there. Then, the downhill (and much easier) hike back to the car, and we headed the rest of the way up to Glacier Point for the sunset talk. Glacier Point has marvelous views of Half Dome and the rest of Yosemite valley at any time of day, but at sunset the sun makes Half Dome glow a beautiful rose. It was awesome! Back to camp for dinner and bed.
Early the next morning, we heard a loud rumble. I had remembered hearing that we were supposed to have thunderstorms, so I assumed the storm had arrived. But when I peaked out my door, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. What had happened? I stepped out of my cabin and saw other campers looking up at the cliff face above us. There had been a rockslide! A number of cabins at camp curry had been closed and fenced off about 6 months or so before our visit due to a rockslide that had done some damage and caused injuries. Had that happened today? A couple from a neighboring cabin started following the “smoke” and I took off after them. Sure enough, huge boulders had fallen but had landed in a rock field just above the residential apartments next to camp curry. Fortunately no damage had been done, just lots of dust everywhere. Brad had joined me, and as there was really nothing to be seen other than the clouds of dust, we headed back to our cabins. After breakfast we went to Happy Isles and followed the trail. I believe that’s part of the Merced River ( ? ) ; it had low water and lots and lots of rocks. At the end of the trail, we clambered on the rocks. There were also large fallen trees that crossed the river, so Brad walked out on one..and talked my paranoid, worst-scenario-thinking sister-in-law into joining him. Then once she was back on land, I walked out to join him, and our dad walked out on the one nearby. We saw some Steller’s Jays here, and of course squirrels. We headed back to the car and went to the trailhead for Bridalveil Falls , one of the few falls still running this time of year. It was still beautiful! I can only imagine the roar of the falls during high water. After the falls we headed to Tunnelview, a popular scenic roadside stop to get fabulous shots of the entire valley and all the major views. Then we headed to the Ahwahnee for a drink at the bar (it’s expensive…we didn’t want to spend a lot ;) and went back to Curry for dinner, where we had some visitors---in the form of raccoons and coontails. During our stay at Camp Curry they were showing the Ken Burns national parks documentary so we would go to the outdoor amphitheater, which happened to be right next to our cabins, and watch for a bit. This night, Tristan cuddled up in my lap to watch it while everyone else took showers and got ready for bed, and he promptly fell asleep. J So sweet.
The next morning, Thursday, was our check-out day. We loaded up the Tahoe, and checked out, and then went to the meadow to go on a ranger-guided wildlife walk. Also interesting and this ranger had props—she gave Tristan a bobcat pelt to carry—and we ended at the woodpecker tree, an old dead tree with so many holes in it, and each hole holds an acorn left by,--of course—the acorn woodpecker. They called this tree the Granary.J
After the wildlife walk, we headed out, back to the O.C., stopping again at Tunnelview since it was a sunny day. It was about a six-hour drive back, so we didn’t do anything that night but unpack, shower, and rest.


