Spent the day in Yosemite again. Started off by hitting a fall in the Valley that I had missed yestarday. Headed up north next to see a grove of sequoia trees. Continued on east after that to Tuolumne Meadows. A long and scenic drive. Had my Sound of Music moment there. Went on a hard hike up, then down into a meadow lake. It was very beautiful. On to the Redwoods tomorrow. It may be a long day of driving. [View Full Entry]

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Hodgdon Meadows campground, Yosemity National Park. 21-10-2002. It is a long and windy road that goes all the way up to Tioga Pass reputedly at an altitute of well over 9000 feet. Well I've done several high passes already on this trip and feel really fit so, needless to say, I'm not worried. The higher it gets the better it is getting. A peregrine falcon in the air, its shrieks echoing down on me, marvelous vistas aplenty and a pleasant sun beaming down on me. I'm not even sweating much keeping my work-out on the pedals of my bike at an [View Full Entry]

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Yosemite National Park is a huge area- I have included a map in the photos to help the reader orient themselves so this narrative doesn't become overly cryptic. Before I get to the more relevant details, a brief word on how we are dealing with the lack of clothing etc after getting rocked in Tahoe. The Crash-Pad has not yet become a problem since we haven't done any bouldering. We carted that thing all over North America and when we are one stop away from the first place we would use it, it walks off...Oh well. Losing the packs sucks but [View Full Entry]

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Laura didn't journal an entry for today so you know what that means... Greg took her on another death march. We left Carson City in the morning and enjoyed the drive down to Yosemite. The East entrance to the park is at 10,000 feet elevation which is also the highest pass in the Sierra mountains (that has a road). We booked our campsite the night before and reserved it for 3 days. Tuolome has the best campsites (according to the guide book) but it turned out that the showers were closed for repairs. Also, all the sites in the valley were [View Full Entry]

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Un día más, arriba todo el mundo...Es hora de ver cosas y andorrotear!! Los osos nos quieren! [View Full Entry]

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We had no trouble getting out of Yosemite Valley this morning, even though road signs had changed and some of the closed road was now open. We were on Tioga Road by 8:30 am. It was drizzling in the valley and as we climbed altitude snow flurries fell. We took our time. There was little traffic. We enjoyed the alpine scenery and made our photo and geology stops. The winter’s snow still covered much of the ground and the meadows were flooded. It was cold and we got out the hats and gloves. During the day we drove through snow flurries, [View Full Entry]

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They say a week is a long time in politics and, whilst I’m sure that’s the case, it can feel a like an age when travelling. Seven days ago we were in the merciless heat of the Nevada desert, revelling in the chaos and excitement of Las Vegas. As the sun rose today, we strolled through an endless forest wilderness surrounded by deep snow, our breath clouding in the freezing air. There’s a whole lot happened in between times - please let me explain more................... The Vegas “experience” had mesmerised us both and it is another city that makes it onto [View Full Entry]

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July 6-8/2007 [View Full Entry]

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Our trip to San Fran was a great break from the Valley. Our first time in a city since we hyperventilated our way through Las Vegas (if any of you have been in a city with Philippe, you can probably imagine). We had an amazing host there, Ryan. He is living the dream, playing drums in a great band called [url="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=10842392" target="_blank"]Music For Animals. So what's my idea of a good host? Someone who shares their life and space with you, but acknowledges that you have a different lifestyle. For example, Philipp [View Full Entry]

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Here it is, after midnight, while the rest of the world slumbers (at least around me) I sit up, busy parking memories. Circa, mid fifties. The Buick was the classic black and white. We'd load it to the hilt, and off we'd go for our annual camping trip. Trust me. I knew where the middle of the seat was. Because if my sister's elbow or knee or God forbid her foot crossed that line, there's be a cat fight in the back seat. To a skinny nose picking toe headed kid, we were headed to the North Pole Mountains. I [View Full Entry]

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