We got a good start, and had our usual sandwich and a Greek yogurt lunch on a bench in a tiny park in Mariposa. Then we followed the Merced River into Yosemite. A detour around a giant landslide which covered the road and coming across a car that had minutes before missed a curve and ended up in the river were sobering moments. But we made it to Yosemite, which has only the most modest of entrance signs. We worked our way through the Valley taking in the awesome sites. Getting the stamp at the Visitor's Center made site 356 official. A lovely walk to the dry Lower Falls elicited a promise from Bill that we would return in a spring month. Leaving the park we stopped at the Tunnel Overlook for a most dramatic view of the entire Valley. That was probably the highlight of our visit. We were rejoicing that there was no smoke to choke Judy or to obscure the views. The park was crowded, but nowhere near what it can be. Most of the visitors were foreign tourists who probably felt they would try Yosemite since it was their only chance. Californians were not there. We spent the night in a nice KOA just south of Coarsegold, CA. We slept incredibly well in this quiet locale where we could see millions of stars.
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