Yosemite has been a bucket list item for a very, very long time, and my husband let me make a tent cabin reservation for before my birthday. It was an ADVENTURE!
Weather forecast: high in the 70s, lows in the 40s.
Reality: (see picture)
Yes, that is snow! That is the Upper Yosemite Falls in the background. While it was snowing.
Reality: High of 40s, lows in the low 20s.
I loved it. The husband was not impressed with the temperature, but he also had a good time.
So now that I have set the stage for the temperature portion of the trip, I shall go to the very beginning… the trip to Yosemite! Squee!!
Honestly, the first picture of the trip was this asshat. Why did I take this picture? I took this picture because this asshat was drinking and driving, and I needed to see the license plate to call the police and report his drunk driving ass.
I excluded the license plate, but you know it’s going to be an interesting trip when you’re within 30 minutes of home and you’re on the phone with 911 reporting in a drunk driver.
The anxiety attack resulting took about forty minutes to settle, but when I hung up with the cops, highway patrol was headed for the highway to try to find the fucker before he got somebody killed.
Drink or Drive. Do not do both. Pick one or the other. This is never an ‘and’ situation.
In good news, our Silverado was bigger, my husband spotted the driver early, and he slowed to keep the asshat in front of us until we could get over several lanes to pass safely. We basically served as a blockade to prevent someone from getting too close and as a warning there was a hazard ahead.
People pay attention when a Big Blue Pickup starts going waaayyy slow and brake tapping.
The smart people on the highway cleared the lane beside and behind him, opting to make use of the fast lane until to general safety.
You know it’s bad when the Californians start driving like they actually are aware how speed limits and traffic safety work…
Anyway, we survived that! But it was definitely the first time I called 911 to report a drunk driver. And boy was that nitwit drunk.
Cotton candy cloud days make me really happy. This is the route that takes us to Casa de Fruta, one of my favorite pit stops! I got dried fruit, garlic stuffed olives, pistachios! Husbutt got some fancy beer.
We managed to spend a ridiculous amount at the fruit stand, because snaks!
The above picture does an excellent job of showcasing why I love the little stretch of California I call home. This landscape just makes me happy.
This stretch of California also makes me very appreciative of pretty trees. We have trees, but they’re not like the east coast trees in a lot of ways, so I always get happy when I see trees like these ones.
Rock walls like the image below rev my engine. Husband could live without me going ooooooh ahhhhh BABE LOOK every ten minutes… he did not get to live without me doing that for… approximately three of the four hours it took us to get to Yosemite.
Trees! Trees! Trees!
I thought about telling the trees on the right hand side of the pic below to calm down, but then I just decided to take a picture of that In Your Face green.
In the pic above, I questioned if we were still in California? That is green.
It turns out we were, indeed, still in California.
The picture below is a very good representation of the moment we realized we’d taken BIG truck onto TINY roads. We also received a hint of gorgeousness to come.
At this stage in the trip, husband was just starting to laugh and embrace how RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED I was getting over going on a ROAD TRIP.
Like no ghost of a lie, y’all. Husband had zero doubt my perky little 5’3″ fatass self was having a fucking blast. There were times I just sat in the truck bouncing on my seat and clapping my hands because that fucking excited.
I am really easy to please sometimes.
This is the point where my husband came to terms with the fact we would be driving along cliffs… and not all sections of cliff had a guardrail. I believe it took him about three miles to become numbed to the prospect of immediate death directly off the non-existent shoulder.
Me? I just tried to get pictures of the cliffs and our immediate deaths should the road decide to no longer be a road.
You know shit is going down when they actually bother to warn you on this road.
We found water! This was a highlight of the trip, and the spouse and I ended up talking about the river from the moment we spotted it until the really cool shit started going down. And even then, we discussed the really cool shit and the river.
Neither of us have been near a river in a while, and the water was up!
Park! Park! Park! Park! Park!!!!!
Uhm, yeah. It was very difficult to contain my excitement at this stage in the trip. By difficult to contain, I mean, I had to clamp my mouth closed and sit on my hands.
It’s a rock! It’s water! AHHHHHH!!!!
PIZZZZZAAAAAA! (It was good, too.)
We got a tent cabin, which I mystically got upgraded to heated, for our stay in the park. This concludes the “arrival” portion of the trip.
ONTO THE ADVENTURE PORTION!!!
So much bright, why so bright??
The light, it burrrrrnnnssss.
Exercising/therapy paid off! Husband picked an easy trail for me to hike!! YAYAAYAYAYAYAA!
(4.9 miles walked in a day, I did not die. Husband was SO proud because I had been in such bad shape at San Diego, and I actually walked like an almost-normal person!!)
He was definitely taking me to a secondary location.
There are rocks in Yosemite. Big ones. (Squeeeeee.)
This tree annoyed my husband because I spent five to ten minutes trying to get the PERFECT picture of this tree.
This tree would make excellent book cover fodder.
What a pretty bird!! I love you, bird.
Lower Yosemite Falls!!!
That time I set my phone on the bench and accidentally took a really swanky picture.
Such pretty water below the falls.
Upper Yosemite Falls!
Upper Yosemite Falls as seen from Curry Village, during the snow. Snoooooow.
No idea what rocks these are, but they are pretty and I like them.
El Capitan again, but from a different angle.
A sobering reminder Yosemite burned.
And for the final picture of this post, I present the Rim of the World Vista Point outside of Yosemite park. It sure is purty.