What to do on a beautiful Sunday morning? I know, let’s drive up to Yosemite Valley for the day!
Living in Manteca, I’m a whopping 99 miles from Yosemite Valley. A nice, leisurely drive takes about two and a half hours to get there. That’s certainly close enough for a day trip.
So Yum and I left the house, with just ourselves and what we had on. Well, Yum brought her camera of course. One stop at the gas station and one bathroom break later we were holding our breaths through the tunnels on the road down to the valley.
It was a gorgeous day in Yosemite. Clear skies, deep blue. Slight breeze. The temperature almost broke 60, but not quite. Snow everywhere, but melting fast. Waterfalls gushing. Icebergs floating down the rivers.
Yum and I had a nice meal the cafeteria next to the Yosemite Lodge. Double bacon cheeseburgers without the bun, large side of meatballs with meat sauce, and a chicken caesar salad. A quick detour after lunch to get Yum some much-need chocolate, and we were off.
Spent a few hours walking up to the base of Yosemite Falls, and took the long way back to the parking lot. Many pictures were taken by Yum.
The spray from the falls felt wonderful on my face. I turned my face towards the sun and closed my eyes. The ache in my legs from the hike up the hill let me know I was still alive.
Soon the sun was going down and poor little Yum was getting sleepy. I drove home with a smile on face while Yum snoozed happily.
Sometimes living in California ain’t so bad.