OK, so I lied. There is wireless Internet on a sailboat in a slip at Marina del Rey.
434 miles including the trip into Yosemite and back out.
I thought this would be another no photo day because of the smoke, and it smelled bad, too.
But, a couple of hours into the ride, the smoke cleared and the Sierras appeared.
I knew it was going to happen, but I didn't like it just the same.
I made the curve and this view blew me away.
The drive up to Tioga Pass, the east entrance to Yosemite, is spectacular, if you don't mind driving with no guard rails.
Rachel, guess who I thought of when I entered Yosemite National Park?
A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do sometimes.
The sixty mile detour off the direct route to include Yosemitewas well worth the time and miles.
The day began in smoke (reference the photo above.) I was concerned that this would be another no photo day. However, crossing into California, the smoke cleared and the Sierras appeared in all their glory. I have decided it is too much trouble to have a favorite mountain range, so all are my favorites. They are as different as each one of your children. Each one unique and beautiful. I turned off US 395 onto State Hwy 120 just after Mono Lake (Whew!) and went into Yosemite for a brief glimpse (what other kind is there?) I was not disappointed. Unique and beautiful, like the man said. The ground cover is much different than other mountain ranges I’ve seen. There is more rock, fewer trees, but still the majesty. If I were paid more, I would work harder at better descriptions.
At Yosemite, I was at around 10,000 feet (OK, for the purists, 9945,) and it was a fresh 73 degrees. Within a half hour after rejoining 395 going south, the temperature rose to triple digits and stayed there for five hours, topping out at 107. This separated the real bikers from the wannabees. I made it all the way to Mojave, CA, so I guess that makes me mentally questionable. I stopped twice to saturate my Sahara Vest and take on water. I won’t kid anyone, it was hotter than he.., but the cooling gear does help.
The story today was Yosemite. It was more than I imagined.
At Yosemite, I was at around 10,000 feet (OK, for the purists, 9945,) and it was a fresh 73 degrees. Within a half hour after rejoining 395 going south, the temperature rose to triple digits and stayed there for five hours, topping out at 107. This separated the real bikers from the wannabees. I made it all the way to Mojave, CA, so I guess that makes me mentally questionable. I stopped twice to saturate my Sahara Vest and take on water. I won’t kid anyone, it was hotter than he.., but the cooling gear does help.
The story today was Yosemite. It was more than I imagined.
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