The photos don't really do it justice but Yosemite seems to comprise huge bits of rock sticking out of the ground. And (below) viewing places on the edge of precipices.
I had flown into San Francisco to meet up with an old friend Kate - now Catherine - and her husband Bill. Now retired they were keen for me to see something of the surrounding area - so we drove to Yosemite.
An old friend from my tramping club days had a major ambition to climb El Capitan - that's it behind me on the left. Speaking personally - no thanks.
And yes - bears here too. The rubbish bins are designed to keep the bears out.
In places there was just rock, no soil. The trees did well to grow at all
It was quite a bleached out landscape
Yosemite was spectacular - but, perhaps sadly or superficially, I was almost as excited by the shower in the motel. I just loved the glass wall. Forgot to get a photo of the tiling inside but it was equally gorgeous.
All very 50's and a little out of place in a cheapish motel - but I'd love to replicate one day.
Bridgeport Inn if you are ever over that way.
After that we drove back to SF (actually I drove a lot of it - a little scary on the wrong side of the road) and I went to the airport, flew home to New Zealand, had dinner and went to bed.
I had flown into San Francisco to meet up with an old friend Kate - now Catherine - and her husband Bill. Now retired they were keen for me to see something of the surrounding area - so we drove to Yosemite.
An old friend from my tramping club days had a major ambition to climb El Capitan - that's it behind me on the left. Speaking personally - no thanks.
And yes - bears here too. The rubbish bins are designed to keep the bears out.
In places there was just rock, no soil. The trees did well to grow at all
It was quite a bleached out landscape
Yosemite was spectacular - but, perhaps sadly or superficially, I was almost as excited by the shower in the motel. I just loved the glass wall. Forgot to get a photo of the tiling inside but it was equally gorgeous.
All very 50's and a little out of place in a cheapish motel - but I'd love to replicate one day.
Bridgeport Inn if you are ever over that way.
After that we drove back to SF (actually I drove a lot of it - a little scary on the wrong side of the road) and I went to the airport, flew home to New Zealand, had dinner and went to bed.
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