If L.A. looked better in photos than it was then the exact opposite is true of Yosemite. You might look at my photos and think, ‘wow!’ but the reality is much, much more spectacular.
We left Pismo beach 100 years ago (yesterday morning) and decided to look at a giant rock on the way at Morro beach. It was hiding in the mist. A woman in the bakery shop thought we were joking when we asked where it was.
Then the drive to Yosemite.
“Go straight for 338 miles,” the SatNav said. She wasn’t wrong.
Into the park and a ‘hike’ (2 mile walk) in Mariposa Grove gets you to see a huge Sequoia grove and listen to arguing Americans. The trees were impressive but nowhere near as amazing as the rocks we saw in the sunset as we drove out.
I’m going to have to think of better words to describe everything because today we plan to walk over them, up them, round them and maybe even through them. Hopefully, we’re not going on a bear hunt but who knows. If they are anything like the squirrels then they will also be giants.
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