This is Libbie, writing from San Jose.
Two days ago we drove from the Grand Canyon to the Eastern Sierra Nevadas, which was...a day full of driving. Mostly through the desert. We did see a lot of truck-stop brothels at random intervals along the highway, which is something I don't really want to think about.
Once we hit the foothills of the Sierras the weather turned cloudy and cooler...just like Seattle! We felt at home.
We set up camp at Oh Ridge, since all the campsites in Yosemite were full. Oh Ridge was pretty and the people were friendly, but the facilities were total bunk. Come on, Oh Ridge. Get your act together. We paid a lot more to camp there than we paid to camp in some of the National Parks. Yes, I am griping.
We couldn't get out of Oh Ridge fast enough, so in the morning we fixed a fast cold breakfast of Nutella on bread, juice, and granola bars, packed up camp, and escaped in record time.
We were in Yosemite by 8:00 a.m. and it was amazing!! I haven't been to Yosemite since I was about 14 or 15, maybe a little younger, and Paul had never been there before, so we had a wonderful time exploring, taking in all the awesome sites, and climbing up big huge rocks.
Since we weren't planning on going on any big hikes, we were able to get out of the park and into San Jose with plenty of time to catch one of the later tours at the Winchester Mystery House, and that was totally cool as well. I definitely recommend it if you're ever in San Jose.
Now we're preparing to head off to the Golden Gate Bridge and Highway 101 north.
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